Chapter 420 - Requesting Help From Imperial Lord Xi He

“The Eighth Prince and the others are coming too?”

After hearing the details from his master, Jiang Lan had a rough understanding of this matter.

The main target this time was the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince also said that he could go back for a while.

The Dragon Race must have used Xiao Yu as an excuse to bring the Eighth Prince back to the Dragon Race for a while.

After that, they would bring the Eighth Prince back.

And this time, the Dragon Race only needed to pay a small gift of gratitude.

They had obtained the benefits, but they would pay less.

“The Dragon Race has made many preparations to bring back the Eighth Prince,” Jiang Lan thought to himself.

This time, when the Eighth Prince returned, the Dragon Race would get what they wanted, and Kunlun would also get what they wanted.

As for Xiao Yu, although she was just an excuse to bring the Eight Prince back, the Dragon Race would not attack them.

If there was danger, they would even protect her.

Otherwise, it would be disadvantageous to the Dragon Race.

But the degree of protection was hard to say.

In short, there was bound to be danger. He could not let his guard down.

As for the Ancestral Dragon’s gift, he did not care much about it.

It could help Xiao Yu reach the perfected Human Immortal Realm.

Xiao Yu’s cultivation level was currently at the late-stage Human Immortal Realm, and she had already absorbed the gifts from the wedding.

“Yes.” Mo Zhengdong nodded.

“The people of the Dragon Race have yet to return. The Eighth Prince has been in Kunlun for a long time, so he will return as well.

But he’ll come back with you afterward.

The leaders for this trip this time are the summit leaders of the Fifth and Eighth Summits.

“You are more familiar with the two summit leaders. If you have any questions on the way, you can ask your Martial Aunt from the Fifth Summit. Array formations are just a small part of her attainments.

She is in charge of many of the major events in Kunlun.”

“Yes.” Jiang Lan nodded.

Martial Aunt Miao Yue was indeed very powerful.

Although she was not as powerful as Martial Uncle Jiu Zhongtian, the pressure she gave others was higher than that of Martial Uncle Jiu Zhongtian.

The other party seem to be able to see through everything.

The few negotiations at Kunlun were all led by her.

Every time, she would make outsiders suffer and make them speechless from anger.

With her around, the trip was indeed much safer.

“For many people, the Goddess’ departure is an opportunity. Even though there will be two summit leaders, you cannot afford to be careless.

No one knows when danger will arrive.” Mo Zhengdong took out a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Lan.

“The Eighth Prince is extremely important in this trip to the Dragon Race. If you are in danger and you have reached an emergency where you can only save yourself.

Let the Eighth Prince read the name on it. There would be an attack that will aid you. I do not know the details either.”

Jiang Lan was surprised when he heard what his master said.

This was because of the paper.

He could more or less guess what was written on the paper. Of course, there was something else that puzzled him.

He took the paper and opened it to take a look. There were a few words written on it: Ancient Imperial West Palace’s Imperial Lord Xi He.

It was indeed that name.

But…

He remembered that Imperial Lord Xi He was restricted in Kunlun. Would reciting it be useful when they reached the Four Seas?

Eighth Prince?

Jiang Lan remembered that his master didn’t want him to read, but the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince was special. Perhaps that was why Imperial Lord Xi He wanted to leave a trace of the Deity Position opportunity on him.

This made sense.

Unfortunately, it was still just a single strike.

“Master.” Jiang Lan put away the paper and asked curiously.

“Will it really work?”

Although he had some guesses, he still wanted to confirm it.

His master might know Imperial Lord Xi He better than him.

“Don’t underestimate the Eighth Prince,” Mo Zhengdong said softly.

“There’s a reason why he’s still here.”

Jiang Lan nodded.

The Eighth Prince was worth a fortune.

However, asking for help could only be done by the Eighth Prince. If the Eighth Prince was not by his side, it would be useless.

There were limitations to this.

Of course, there would be restrictions on any protective measures, but it also lessened the burden on him. He just had to be vigilant outside of the protective measures.

“If you really use this name, it’s best if the Eighth Prince doesn’t mention it to anyone else. You can’t tell anyone about it either.

Of course, you don’t have to be too concerned about this in an emergency,” said Mo Zhengdong.

Jiang Lan nodded in understanding.

Imperial Lord Xi He still had to hide himself.

If the Eighth Prince and himself told others about it, it would be detrimental to Kunlun.

“This trip is indeed a bit dangerous, but don’t worry too much about it. With two summit leaders present, there won’t be any problems. Keep your guard up,” Mo Zhengdong reminded him.

Jiang Lan lacked a sense of security to begin with. Mo Zhengdong knew that Jiang Lan wouldn’t believe him if he said that this trip wasn’t dangerous.

So he explained the general situation.

This way, his disciple would know what to do.

As for danger, he didn’t really care.

By the time he understood everything, he already knew the general outline of some mysterious events that had occurred in the sect over the centuries.

However, as a master, he would not be stingy.

…

…

Three days later.

Xiao Yu walked out of the room and arrived beside Jiang Lan, who was enhancing the wooden sword.

“Junior Brother, are we setting off today?”

She had naturally been staying on the Ninth Summit for the past few days.

As she spoke, she sat down opposite Jiang Lan and rested her chin on her hands as she looked at Jiang Lan.

“En, we are about to set off.” Jiang Lan nodded slightly.

He kept his Dragon Slaying Sword Sword Intent and handed the wooden sword to Xiao Yu.

“Senior Sister, you can’t go like this.”

She needed to be in her normal form.

If Xiao Yu really wanted to go like this, it was fine too.

It didn’t affect Jiang Lan much.

Xiao Yu stood up and her body returned to normal.

In the blink of an eye, Ao Longyu had returned to her slender figure.

She had a beautiful face and a peerless figure.

She walked around Jiang Lan and said calmly.

“Junior brother, help me take a look and see if there are any dragon scales on my body.”

Jiang Lan looked around and didn’t find any problems.

In the morning, he had seen dragon scales on her waist. Now that she had clothes to cover her body, it was fine even if she had yet to remove them.

After bidding farewell to their masters, they rode their swords to the Kunlun Main Hall.

They walked side by side in midair.

“Can Senior Sister leave the Jade Pool for a long time?” Jiang Lan asked.

This trip would take at least a few months.

It was quite a long time.

“Yes, I can do it in a year or two.” Ao Longyu nodded slightly.

Her eyes were filled with nervousness.

It was because she was going to return to the Dragon Race with her mother later. This was the first time in her entire life that she was going to do this.

Fortunately, she wasn’t going back alone. She glanced at Jiang Lan and felt somewhat at ease.

“Mn.” Jiang Lan nodded slightly.

This trip might not be friendly to Xiao Yu.

Especially Xiao Yu’s mother. He did not know what her attitude would be when she returned to the Dragon Race.

He understood that Xiao Yu cared about this.

At the same time, he understood that the dragons were only using Xiaoyu.

Returning to one’s homeland was very important to many people, even if his Senior Sister was a dragon.

But the Dragon Race did not care about his Senior Sister’s feelings.

When they were about to reach the Kunlun Main Hall, Jiang Lan looked at Ao Longyu and said softly.

“Senior Sister, I will always be standing behind you. I will protect you.”

A smile appeared in Ao Longyu’s eyes upon hearing this. She flew a little higher on her sword.

She then patted Jiang Lan’s head.

It was as if she was saying: Junior Brother, stand behind me. I will protect you.

Jiang Lan didn’t retort, nor did he need to.

He always had his own ideas.

Protect those who need protection, protect what he needs to protect.

He had always hidden his responsibilities and emotions well.

But he had never forgotten or let go of them.