Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

After Yang Fushuo had shouted "Kuntu kutukata Tikkot Suwasiratson" ten times in a row, he finally coaxed the Fire Dragon Spirit back...

Yang Genshuo was speechless.

"What’s with you, why pick a fight with a dragon scale?

"The key point is, I haven’t even won yet."

"Embarrassing..."

Yang Fushuo’s face was flushed red, "It’s just that it can’t take a joke!"

The man who had always been stubborn, Yang Fushuo, eventually succumbed to the mighty power of the little fire dragon.

If such an effective Fire Dragon Spirit were to run away, it would really be upsetting.

Only after the Fire Dragon Spirit was satisfied did it begin to use its abilities, and with a flick of its tiny dragon claw,

Boom!

A clump of black flames floated up from a shadow and entered Yang Fushuo’s body.

"Hiss~ This is... the feeling of power!"

Yang Fushuo felt an extra clump of gray Spiritual Power in his body, situated just below his dantian, ready to be used at any time without consuming any of his own Spiritual Power.

A mysterious sensation emerged, and Yang Fushuo felt like he suddenly knew how to use a new magic.

[Mad Dog Gale: Activates to ride the wind, drastically increasing speed!]

"Heh~ luck isn’t so bad, learned the kobold’s Escape Skill, can dash away faster next time."

The little fire dragon was still outputting steadily.

Yang Fushuo, having gained a good Skill, decided not to mind the unsportsmanlike Dragon Spirit and chuckled.

"No wonder this thing runs so fast... it turns out it has such a great Skill."

Although Yang Fushuo’s combat power wasn’t outstanding, his Escape Skills were always pretty good, given that he was a noble Alchemist—it’s beneath him to compete recklessly with poor cultivators.

How many Spirit Stones could they possibly earn?

Wanting to swindle from someone living a miserable life like theirs?

Besides Alchemy Dao, Yang Fushuo also specialized in Fire Escape.

However, he still couldn’t outfly the kobold at the Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment—obviously, the opponent’s Escape Skill was stronger.

Yang Fushuo jumped up and shouted, "Mad Dog Gale!"

Whoosh~

His body transformed into a gust of wind and flew towards the distance, extremely swiftly!

Thirty percent faster than using Fire Escape!

"Now nobody can catch up to me~"

Yang Fushuo hadn’t been happy for three seconds when the Fire Dragon pursed its lips,

"Don’t be too happy too soon, once the Spiritual Power from the Shadow of the Myriad Tribes inside you is used up, you won’t be able to use it anymore; you better conserve it."

"Damn! Why didn’t you say it earlier!"

Yang Fushuo quickly jumped down, his body returning to its original spot like a ball of fire.

"Hehe~ useless, can’t you sense it yourself?"

"Damn it!"

Yang Genshuo, seeing Yang Fushuo getting roasted, just shook his head repeatedly.

"This Fire Dragon Spirit’s offensive power is kind of high, could it be transformed from the Dragon God’s reverse scale..."

But luckily, the Fire Dragon Spirit’s abilities were also put to good use.

And they were quite handy!

That last move alone gave Yang Fushuo two gems, truly efficient!

At Yang Fushuo’s place, ten gems could be exchanged for a rare item like the Wisdom Fruit.

Rounding up, that last move just earned Yang Fushuo two years’ worth of Cultivation.

"But...it’s a pity that Yang Fushuo and Yang Fu weren’t in the same palace. Otherwise, if Yang Fu could take advantage of his privilege and open it, the purchasing power of the gemstone would have doubled!"

"Alas, Yang Fushuo really isn’t so lucky..."

Following the advice of the Fire Dragon Spirit, Yang Fushuo carefully perceived the alien gray Spiritual Power inside his body, the recent use had only consumed a bit.

"If I fully exert ’Mad Dog Gale’, I can last for an hour, and only use it in emergencies... That’ll be enough for a long time!"

Since it wasn’t gone after one use, Yang Fushuo felt somewhat relieved.

However, as Yang Fushuo watched Wu Yi, who was still deep in thought under the tree after putting away his knife, an idea came to him.

"Escape Skill isn’t bad, but to be honest... it’s kind of useless."

Fire Dragon Spirit: "?"

"Do you have amnesia?"

"Question: Who just now resembled a kobold more than the kobold itself? And answer why it was Yang Fushuo."

"Tch~"

Yang Fushuo smiled disdainfully and then took two big steps, put his arm around Wu Yi’s shoulder.

"Together with martial master brother, we are invincible! Slaughtering wildly! Haha!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yi’s already furrowed brow deepened.

"Yang, your brother trusted us to look after you, and naturally, I wouldn’t ignore you, but... you don’t have to keep going ’haha’, I prefer quiet."

Yang Fushuo looked at Wu Yi with a mournful face.

"Your words are quite hurtful..."

"Little brother, lies don’t hurt, but I don’t lie... sorry."

"..."

Yang Fushuo glanced at the sharp-tongued Fire Dragon on the left and then at the ’airheaded’ Wu Yi on the right, feeling that the days ahead would be anything but peaceful.

But... for the treasure!

’I’ll endure!’

Yang Fushuo steeled himself.

The situation was now very clear.

By now, Yang Fushuo had already come up with dozens of ideas in his mind!

Each one leading to a main road!

Without the constraints of Yang Fu, Yang Fushuo reverted back to his former mischief-maker identity.

"Martial master brother, what’s troubling you? Why are you always frowning?"

Wu Yi stared at the towering tree in front of him, his face full of sorrow.

"I’m too weak..."

Yang Fushuo was shocked: "Martial master brother, you can lie after all!"

Wu Yi shook his head: "No, I really am too weak. I can sense that there’s a treasure in this tree, but no matter what, I can’t chop down this tree... I am quite disheartened, Yang."

Pfft!

The Fire Dragon burst into laughter.

"This Million Year Tranquil Tree is one of the formation bases of the Dragon God Immortal Palace; even your master can’t move it, and you still want to shake it?"

Only then did Yang Fushuo realize that Wu Yi wasn’t showing off, but was genuinely trying to chop the tree to retrieve the treasure.

"Oh~~ so that’s the case. Brother, have you considered..."

Yang Fushuo turned into a ball of fire and soared up to the tree’s crown, pulling out a sealed treasure from a hole there.

"How about this?"

Wu Yi was shocked!

"To have such an intricate design! A stroke of genius!"