Otherworldly Affairs Office

Chapter 1146 - 1046: Aftereffects

"Or maybe it’s precisely because of his arrival that our plan can progress." Nero saw that Fafnir was still hesitant, and to reassure him to help complete the task, he continued, "The reason for Pei Yan’s arrival has long been anticipated by my teacher. Next, whether it’s the Ancestral God or the woman from the Foundation Plane, including Pei Yan, they all have more important things to do. During this period, even if half the sky of the Dragon Realm collapses, they won’t have the time to pay attention. Can you feel assured now?""So that’s how it is; this plan still has feasibility." After listening to these words, Fafnir nodded, and then remembered the upcoming action, feeling solemn and falling into deep thought, remaining silent for a long time.

"Are you starting to feel guilty about betraying your brother?" Seeing his condition, Nero saw through his thoughts and pointed it out.

"After all, he is my brother." Fafnir did not argue; he simply stated the fact.

"At the moment you harmed your niece, he was no longer your brother, and you had no way back."

"Does it have to be him? The Dragon Realm has two Dragon Kings!" Fafnir knew Nero was right, but he couldn’t help but open his mouth and plead in the end.

Nero leaned back into his chair, crossed his legs, and rested his hands on his knees, saying helplessly, "If possible, we wouldn’t want to choose him as our target either, but you see the current situation. The major planes are pressing against my Bloodshed Paths; we must retaliate now and show the world we are not just fish on the chopping block, which boosts morale and confidence of our subordinates and allies. Thus, there’s no better target than the current Dragon King, Lord of the Dragon Realm. Besides, his bloodline can enhance the powers of everyone sitting here, including benefitting you, right?"

Nero’s words made Fafnir fall into deep thought again, when Bai Ze sitting beside him spoke coldly, "Fafnir, the opportunity is fleeting; hesitations not only implicate us but will also bring upon you and your people revenge on both sides. So I advise you to decide quickly. If you can’t do it, tell us now, and we’ll cancel this operation and go back."

"Hehehe, as you say, do I still have any other choice now?" Fafnir looked up, sweeping his gaze over the five people before landing on Nero, smiling bitterly, "No matter the outcome of this event, my race can no longer stay in the Spirit Monster Plane. With the Ancestral God enraged, making a move, we are on a dead-end. Therefore, after this task, my people and I must retreat to other planes to take refuge."

"Naturally, we have long arranged your retreat." Nero said, releasing his crossed legs, then leaned closer to Fafnir with a smile, "Also, I hope you can remember one thing: I advise you to quickly sever ties with your past. Once you start working with us, there can only be one Master in your mouth and heart, and that’s my teacher. Do you understand?"

"Understood."

In a secret room deep within the Dragon Palace, after absorbing the Bloodline Power, Pei Yan had been lying on the bed for a whole week. During this time, both the Ancestral God and Lin Junzhao visited him but were helpless about his condition. The aftereffects of various bloodline fusions left Pei Yan swollen like a steamed bun. All this can only be resolved as he gradually expends this energy on his own, slowly adapting to the changes in his body.

Having undergone numerous evolutions and painful torments, Pei Yan was accustomed to physical pain. However, the inconvenience of not being able to move his body annoyed him. During these days, the Dragon Palace specially sent several maids to serve his daily needs. Despite Pei Yan feeling quite awkward, his physical inconvenience forced him to accept this service silently.

After maintaining this state for yet another week, Pei Yan was finally able to walk normally, declining the maids’ continued care request, he dragged his slightly uncomfortable body out of the bedroom, and began recovery exercises in the spacious garden.

"Looks like you’ve recovered well, I thought you’d be lying down for more time!" As Pei Yan performed a set of punches in the garden, Lin Junzhao emerged from the side of a column and looked at the mess of fallen petals and broken branches made by Pei Yan, teasingly asked, "Feeling explosive without an outlet? Don’t vent on these flowers and plants; didn’t the Dragon King grant you many maids? Aren’t you considering leaving some pleasant memories of your time in this exotic realm? Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret from the little girl in the investigation hall! Tsk, you reject the Demon Race’s noblewoman, and don’t touch Dragon Race beauties, Pei Yan, is it that you’re incapable? Haha!"

"Alright, stop making fun of me!" Pei Yan rolled his eyes at Lin Junzhao’s teasing, indifferent, moving his feet to sit by the flowerbed, then spoke, "Thinking of pursuing girls? I struggle even walking! I originally believed if Nero could do it, I certainly could, but the reality is that differing cultivation techniques lead to different outcomes. Now, I’m like a gasoline car with diesel and gasoline added simultaneously; it’s fortunate the car didn’t explode already. Every step I take, I can feel various bloodlines in my veins clashing. I truly don’t know when these side effects will completely diminish. Alas, I overestimated myself and underestimated the power of bloodlines. In my desire to enhance strength, I’ve possibly made my worst decision by taking the Ancestral God’s offer."

"Regretting it now is too early!" Lin Junzhao approached Pei Yan, whose normal skin color appeared dark red due to internal bloodline clashes, muscles quivering slightly uncontrollably. As Lin Junzhao’s hand rested on Pei Yan’s sweat-soaked shoulder, the warmth felt was intuitively scorching, already exceeding a typical human’s temperature, no wonder Pei Yan said avoiding an explosion was fortunate.

"Blame yourself for being too greedy; this is the bait the Ancestral God threw to you. Now you can’t choose not to sign a contract with that prince’s dog." Lin Junzhao withdrew his hand, chuckling wickedly.

"Back then, you silently agreed whether to sign the contract, now speaking to me?" Pei Yan glared discontentedly at Lin Junzhao, flexing his arms before continuing, "What do you mean by this? After signing the contract with the trash, can this physical condition of mine be alleviated?"

"Of course, not only can alleviate it perfectly, but release the true power of the bloodline as your aid. That dog, no matter what, is the direct bloodline of the Ancestral God, and the fusion with the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts is relatively easy for it. Once you sign a symbiotic contract, the bloodline within your body will, with its assistance, quickly eliminate side effects and achieve complete fusion."