Chapter 88: (1): Meeting the Ancestor of the Long Clan



As Long Qilin saw his Earth Master pushing a giant dung ball towards him, his face instantly darkened. He urgently shouted, "What are you doing? I told you to move soil, not this thing! Hurry up and get rid of it!"

The Earth Master was taken aback by the scolding and obediently tossed the dung ball away.

The massive dung ball flew in a perfect arc through the air and, with a loud splat, landed squarely on the roof of a house, creating a large hole. The ball then crashed heavily into the house and finally exploded. Yellow stuff flew out of the windows, splattering everywhere, with a foul stench quickly spreading all around.

Long Qilin...

Long Xuan...

Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded.

"Who did this?! Who in the world did this?!"

A furious voice quickly rang out from inside the house, and soon after, a figure whose face couldn't be seen clearly stormed out, brandishing a knife.

"Long Qilin! I'm going to kill you!"

"It’s a misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding! Calm down!"

Long Qilin's expression changed drastically as he turned and ran, with the person wielding the knife chasing after him furiously...

That day, the entire Long Clan was in chaos. Similar incidents kept happening in various places.

Many people who had mastered Gu on this day thought that the Earth Master had stopped eating dirt and started eating feces, leading to countless jokes. The entire Long Clan was covered in dung, and the stench was overwhelming.

The Long Clan was thrown into turmoil that day...

And sure enough, Long Xuan, the culprit behind it all, was summoned by the family elders for questioning the next day.



They were Inverse Dragon Technique, Yellow Emperor's Dragon Technique, and Force Neutralization Art. These were things he had already secretly learned from Elder Long.

The Ancestor of the Long Clan, unaware that his so-called gifts were of no use to Long Xuan, continued, "All those who make significant contributions to the family are awarded with the Dragon Tattoo and are forever recorded in the family’s genealogy."

"In the Long Clan, receiving the Dragon Tattoo is the highest honor, one that all clan members aspire to. However, few achieve it. Those who bear the Dragon Tattoo are envied even by distant relatives."

"Your Earth Master Gu recipe is enough to benefit the family for generations and bring incalculable benefits, which warrants the highest honor from the family."

"Your Dragon Tattoo won’t be an ordinary one given for small contributions. It will be the highest level Hidden Dragon Tattoo."

"The Hidden Dragon Tattoo can only be obtained by making contributions that benefit the family for generations. Even I am not qualified to bear such a tattoo. You are the first to receive this honor in a thousand years."

"The Hidden Dragon Tattoo will be made with the highest-grade materials. The tattoo won’t be visible under normal circumstances. It will only appear during intense physical exertion or when you’re bleeding in battle, and it will also have a stimulating effect on your combat power."

"Sit tight now. The tattoo will be done by the family’s best tattoo artist, Granny Long."

As soon as the Ancestor of the Long Clan finished speaking, an old woman walked in from outside, holding a long, thick silver needle.

Long Xuan was startled. He was really going to get a tattoo?



Whether or not to get a tattoo didn’t really matter. In this world, tattoos were considered a mark of honor and a cultural aspect of each clan. It wasn’t something done randomly. Those with tattoos were not met with prejudice but rather with envy and admiration.

The key issue was that it would hurt. That needle was so thick and long. How could it not hurt? And the area covered by the Dragon Tattoo would be large, which was what Long Xuan was most concerned about.

He had been too hasty. If he had known, he would have let his fire clone handle this, so he wouldn’t have to endure this pain himself.

"Alright, tattoo it on my right arm."

Long Xuan obediently sat down and took off his shirt. He certainly wouldn’t oppose it. Even if he wasn’t too keen on getting a tattoo, he wouldn’t openly challenge the clan’s rules. At worst, if the tattoo didn’t look good, he could have it removed later.