Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

Yang Fushuo: "..."

"Martial Master Wu, I genuinely think it’s necessary for us to team up, otherwise we’ll end up the ’empty-handed duo’."

"Indeed... Yang’s Mechanical Skill surpasses mine."

Wu Yi acknowledged Yang Fushuo as his teammate.

Yang Fushuo with a face full of black lines, "Martial Master Wu, this has absolutely nothing to do with Mechanical Skill!!!"

"Then it must be some other Cultivation Hundred Skills, like... the study of Space Magic?"

"Alright, Brother, let’s not fuss over this anymore, let’s take a look at the treasure."

"Very well!"

Just as Yang Fushuo took out the sealed treasure, he suddenly realized something.

"No!"

"Brother, where’s your dragon?"

After a moment of thought, Wu Yi pulled out a Silver Dragon Spirit from behind himself, which was noticeably daintier and more elegant than the Fire Dragon.

Wu Yi’s contribution was about the same as Yang Fushuo’s, roughly 5%, so the abilities of the Dragon Spirits should be comparable.

Although Yang Fushuo’s Fire Dragon had a sharp tongue, it had still shared a lot of information with him.

Logically, such a simple matter should have been reminded by his dragon if Martial Master Wu Yi, being single-minded, couldn’t figure it out himself!

The Silver Dragon, after being caught, saw Yang Fushuo and the Fire Dragon Spirit, shivered, and then tried to dive back into Wu Yi’s clothes.

Wu Yi grabbed hold of it.

"Yang, what’s the use of this thing? It’s been sleeping in my clothes ever since we came in and has never shown any strange abilities!"

Yang Fushuo: "Ah?"

Upon seeing the Silver Dragon, the Fire Dragon Spirit’s mouth corners slightly raised, and then it went over and slapped it.

"Hey! Little sister, playing mute again?"

The Silver Dragon let out a "meow" and turned to look at the Fire Spirit, with a face full of grievance.

"Do... don’t tease me, I’m scared."

Then it tried desperately to crawl back into Wu Yi’s clothes.

The Fire Dragon hooked the Silver Dragon with its stout tail, a mischievous smile on its face.

"Hehe~ you can’t run, so you won’t run. Did you forget the rules? Playing dumb won’t do~ watch out or I’ll..."

"No! I... I... I just don’t dare to talk to strangers."

"Then you’ll need to chat more, to cure this issue."

"Mind your own business, I was just fine... it’s all your fault."

Hearing the conversation between the two dragons, Yang Fushuo was completely dumbfounded.

"Hold on, do Dragon Scales have genders? Quite the drama, huh?"

The Fire Dragon rolled its eyes at him.

"Heh~ you know nothing about the Dragon Clan."

Wu Yi was very curious, "Yang Brother, why is your Dragon Spirit so articulate? Got any tricks?"

"Uh... it’s naturally sharp-tongued."

The Fire Dragon drifted away.

"Kuntukutukatikatikotsuwasirasong! Come back! I’m sharp-tongued! Happy now?"

The Fire Dragon returned again.

As for the delicate Silver Dragon Spirit that hadn’t spoken a word to Wu Yi since entering, Yang Fushuo discovered after some research... this dragon has quirks!

It actively avoids when there are too many people, and feels an excess of worry and fear toward others, scared to talk to strangers, shy, worried about saying the wrong thing, and can only chat briefly with the Fire Dragon...

"What trait does this dragon have? Could it be some sort of congenital disease, like you, Brother Wu Yi?"

Wu Yi: "Well, I guess we do share a common plight..."

As Yang Fushuo was utterly baffled, Yang Genshuo suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Damn, it’s got social anxiety!"

Everything became clear!

The Silver Dragon Spirit didn’t dare to speak because of social anxiety, and it hadn’t even told Wu Yi about its ability, always hiding in the background like a piece of scenery.

"That’s crazy! One lacks common sense, and the other has social anxiety, the two of you together... that’s just handing it to us on a silver platter!"

A man and a dragon combined couldn’t muster up a single useful thing.

"At first, I thought Yang Fushuo had gotten lucky, but now it seems... it’s a good thing you two ran into my Fushuo; otherwise, that tree would’ve been holding you back forever."

Yang Genshuo was also left not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"But, coincidentally, my Fushuo has social anxiety too, he can help you."

After he explained the classic symptoms to Yang Fushuo, he instantly understood.

"Damn! All this for nothing, wasting so much Divine Sense, Brother Wu, I get it now!"

"Oh? Yang, do you have a clever trick up your sleeve?"

"Sure do."

To deal with social anxiety, Yang Fushuo had once read a book given by an old ancestor.

It mainly outlined several steps.

Respect their space, offer affirmation and support, listen and understand, provide help, build common interests, encourage them to seek professional help...

Yang Fushuo straight up lifted the Silver Dragon Spirit!

"Spit it out, tell us everything you can do! Otherwise, if we run into people later, I’ll parade you around and have you perform a dragon dance! We’ll all admire your graceful figure, from head to tail, give them a little shock with the Dragon Clan’s unique talent! Oh, and there’ll be comments from everyone too~"

"Ao~~~"

The Silver Dragon’s pupils shook like an earthquake!

It bellowed loudly: "No, no, no~~~"

"That’s... too embarrassing!!!"

"Human! You might as well kill me!"

This was more unbearable than death itself.

After the Human Clan left... the little Silver Dragon felt like it could never lift its head again.

Performing talents for the Human Clan could shame a dragon for life!

Especially in front of this Fire Dragon Spirit!

He was the one with the sharpest tongue!

Yang Fushuo sneered: "Scared? It’s good if you’re scared. Just talk properly, speaking only to the two of us isn’t too hard for you, right?"

"You don’t want to perform your talents in front of everyone, do you?"

The Silver Dragon Spirit said through gritted teeth and a face full of humiliation: "Fine... I’ll talk."

"My... my privilege... don’t look at me, I’ll speak from behind you."

The Silver Dragon Spirit wriggled out of Yang Fushuo’s grasp and scooted behind Wu Yi, then spoke without showing itself.

"My privilege is, when you’re near a treasure, I can make you aware of it... Besides, I can also spout water."

"Hmm?"

The crowd perked up.

Then the Silver Dragon Spirit added: "Using the Dragon Clan’s Water Technique to heal your injuries."