A week had passed since the end of the war with the Necromancer Plane.
Lin Zhan gazed at his beloved beside him, slowly leaning in.
Just as the young master Lin was about to make a move, he was startled by a dragon head emerging from the void.
"Grandpa Suo, you're being too serious. How long has it been? There's only half a year left before I can be intimate with Xiu. Why do you have to keep such a close eye on me?"
Lin Zhan said to the Dragon-Binding Rope with a helpless expression.
"Do you think I want to? If that brat from the Imperial Dragon family hadn't asked me, I wouldn't bother with you. Besides, that kid Zi Qi also agreed to this."
The ancient voice of the Dragon-Binding Rope echoed from the dragon's head.
Lin Zhan was stunned. "Holy crap, Grandpa Suo, when did you learn to speak?"
The Dragon-Binding Rope pouted and said,
"Your ancestor Zi Qi restored some of my soul power. Otherwise, it would be too much of a waste of soul power to communicate with you through my soul alone."
"Kid, don't dawdle in bed. Put on your clothes, and let's go chat, the two of us."
Before Lin Zhan could agree, it flew towards the garden outside the Lin family ancestral home.
Lin Zhan, with a helpless look, got up and mumbled as he put on his clothes, "This insensitive old fellow. No wonder he got fooled like this. I've poured my heart and soul into the human race, can't you pity me a little."
Zhang Lingxiu had already woken up when Lin Zhan was talking to the Dragon-Binding Rope. Seeing her fated one acting so childish, she couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Don't keep the senior waiting. If he's looking for you, it must be for something important."
The Dragon-Binding Rope meandered slowly in the garden. Seeing Lin Zhan walk out with a pout, it chuckled,
"Kid, don't hold such a grudge against me. I'm also acting on Zi Qi's commission to tell you these things. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother with you. I just think you're a material, with a bit of my past glory, that's why I'm looking out for you."
Lin Zhan was stunned, then looked at the Dragon-Binding Rope with the eyes of someone seeing an elderly person with dementia.
"Grandpa Suo, do all you old guys have such thick skin? You see some outstanding young people and say they're like you in your youth. If you were really that outstanding in your youth, would you have ended up in this sorry state?"
The Dragon-Binding Rope was instantly dumbfounded by Lin Zhan. This kid wasn't following the script.
Shouldn't he have agreed with me, and then said something about our ancestors being wise, praising both of us?
This young man has no martial ethics!
"You brat, I really want to slap you to death. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Ao Yan, the Great Emperor of the Ancient Red Dragon Clan."
"I fought with the three Great Emperors of the Demon Clan and my physical body was shattered. Later, those two guys, Yu Long Qian Gu and Ying Long, refined me into the Dragon-Binding Rope."
"Although I can't help you much now, the Half-Ancestor level Fire Dragon Great Emperor of the dragon race is my father, and the two managing Great Emperors are my sons. So, if you ever have any difficulties and need to approach the Red Dragon Clan in the future, there will be no problem."
Lin Zhan was stunned. Holy crap, this old guy doesn't look remarkable, and his brain isn't that sharp, but he has this kind of background.
Immediately, the young master Lin put on a big smile and said to the Dragon-Binding Rope,
"Grandpa Suo, what are you saying? We are family. Who needs who? I understand your situation. Once I help you reshape your dragon body in the future, I will definitely use great starlight to nourish your soul so that it can perfectly integrate with your physical body."
Reshaping a dragon body was a piece of cake for the Dragon-Binding Rope given its identity, but the fusion of soul and body was where their dragon race fell short.
Among the ten thousand races of the heavens and myriad worlds, only Da Shang had the most experience and the best technology for this.
After all, Zi Qi, as one of the Fire Masters of the human race, dealt with soul fire.
Back in ancient times, the elders of Da Shang had done a lot of work helping others refine and fuse souls with bodies.
At that time, the heavens and myriad worlds were constantly fighting, and there were plenty of people whose physical bodies were shattered.
For a time, the work of fusing bodies became Da Shang's second largest industry, besides plundering.
However, the Dragon-Binding Rope was an emperor-level being. For the current Da Shang elders who were recovering, their level was too high, and their skills were not up to par. They couldn't do this work, so they could only let Lin Zhan take the orders first.
The contract would be fulfilled after the Great Emperors of Da Shang recovered, or after Lin Zhan advanced to the Great Emperor level.
The Dragon-Binding Rope nodded and said,
"Now you're talking like a human. By the way, your ancestor asked me to tell you not to rush to sweep through the surrounding planes for now. Take all your troops out to train."
"The method of the Ten Thousand Races' fusion battlefield was conceived by the second eldest of the Demon Clan, but that kid Zi Ming killed him. Since the second eldest of the Demon Clan came up with this method, the fused planes of the Ten Thousand Races cannot have only one type of environment and terrain."
"So, you need to let the troops familiarize themselves with combat in various plane environments, so they don't get flustered. Also, it's not that we don't have a countermeasure. At least the array plates that those kids from the Ying family are researching can suppress the territory of our human race, ensuring that the terrain of our acre of land doesn't change."
Lin Zhan heard the tone of this old dragon speaking and knew that this old fellow was definitely not a proper dragon in ancient times.
What kind of proper dragon opens its mouth like a bandit, with not a single decent thing to say?
"That makes sense, Grandpa Suo, you make sense. But if the Ten Thousand Races have policies, we must have countermeasures. Otherwise, if they draw a line, and I dare not follow, who will take me, the great boss Lin, seriously on the streets of the heavens and myriad worlds?"
As Lin Zhan spoke, he took out his communicator and called the young Taoist priest.
A moment later, the chubby figure of the young Taoist priest appeared on the communicator. "What's up, brother-in-law?"
"It's nothing major, brother-in-law. I'll give you an order. Increase the number of our No. 5 missiles, and also research some things to blow up mountains, burn forests, and freeze rivers."
"We also need to guard against those scoundrels of the Ten Thousand Races giving us trouble. Any terrain we don't like, we'll change it. If we can't change it, we'll just flatten it, and then let Grandpa Leng's big wolf dogs go and fight them head-on."
The young Taoist priest nodded and said, "Don't worry, big brother. Since you suggested it last time, Elder Qian has been leading people to research it. They've already produced prototypes and will be mass-produced soon."
Lin Zhan nodded, hung up the communicator, and said to the Dragon-Binding Rope, "How about it, Grandpa Suo? We were prepared long ago. No matter what kind of terrain it is, it will listen to me. Anything we don't like, we'll flatten it and start over."
Dragon-Binding Rope: Holy crap...