Chapter 62: A Scion’s Humiliation and the Dragon Clan’s Wrath

“You’re asking for death!”

Long Aotian could no longer restrain himself, sweeping his large hand across the counter.

Boom!

The counter shattered instantly, sending glass shards scattering in every direction.

A collective gasp rippled through the air.

Everyone present turned their gazes towards the commotion.

“That kid must be insane; the Saintess didn’t provoke him, yet he actually resorted to violence.”

“He’s clearly asking for a beating!”

“Shh, don’t say another word. If Long Aotian hears us, we’ll all be dead.”

“Sigh.”

The crowd buzzed with whispers.

Yet, no one dared to utter another word, for Long Aotian wielded considerable influence within the Royal Dragon race.

“Saintess, are you alright?”

Long Zi and Long Niang, both looking concerned, immediately gathered around her.

“I’m fine, but Long Aotian, you are utterly doomed!”

Xian Yuan gritted her teeth, utterly incensed. ‘How dare he cause trouble in my shop?! He clearly doesn’t know who he’s dealing with!’

“Try to hit me, if you dare. Believe it or not, tomorrow you won’t be a Saintess anymore.”

“Enough of your nonsense.”

Xian Yuan wasted no time, gathering the Laws of Miracle within her body into her thigh before delivering a fierce kick straight towards Long Aotian’s nether regions.

“To challenge my Dragon race in physical combat, you think too highly of yourself.”

Long Aotian chose not to defend, instead opting to throw a punch.

“Shatter!”

His ‘eggs’ were utterly crushed in an instant.

“Ah!”

Long Aotian’s expression morphed from one of furious indignation to utter shock, before finally dissolving into tearful agony.

Indeed, Long Aotian’s ‘little brother’ had left him forever.

“Don’t think your Golden Immortal cultivation allows you to act so brazenly before me, you pampered scion!”

Xian Yuan cursed him without a shred of politeness.

“You…”

Long Aotian’s expression contorted in agony and rage.

His subordinates merely watched, frozen.

“Big Brother, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, but this Saintess, I *will* have her.”

“Boss, what should we do then?”

“Naturally, we’ll inform my parents.”

“Understood.”

“You…”

Xian Yuan paused, slightly taken aback by Long Aotian’s actions. ‘So, you hit the junior, and now the elder comes to challenge, is that it?’

“Little hussy, you’re finished.” Long Aotian sneered, a cold glint in his eyes.

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Just then, a figure descended from the upper floor.

Observing the chaos in the supermarket, she paused, slightly bewildered. “Xian Yuan, what is all this?”

“Wang Zhe, they’re bullying me! I need you to help me get revenge.”

Xian Yuan pleaded pitifully.

Long Aotian, still clutching his injured lower body, momentarily froze before seething, “Have you no shame?”

“Silence.”

Wang Zhe glared at Long Aotian with palpable disgust.

“Dragon Venerable, you should consider this carefully.”

Long Aotian completely disregarded Wang Zhe’s warning. ‘How did Wang Zhe even become Dragon Venerable? Wasn’t it all thanks to the support of nobles like them?’

“What are you, to dare speak to the Dragon Venerable in such a manner?”

Xian Yuan gathered spiritual energy in her hand, then slapped Long Aotian directly across the face.

Slap!

Before Long Aotian could even react, he was sent flying, several teeth knocked loose.

He couldn’t comprehend how Xian Yuan had managed to break through his Golden Immortal-level protective dragon qi, for she was merely a True Immortal of the first realm.

“Remember this: I am the Saintess, and she is the Dragon Venerable. Your actions constitute insubordination!” Xian Yuan declared.

Murong Fier and Leng Xi, standing nearby, pondered Long Aotian’s attitude towards Wang Zhe, finding it highly suspicious.

Zhi Jiu, meanwhile, observed from the side; as long as Xian Yuan’s life wasn’t in danger, she wouldn’t intervene.

“You’re no Saintess at all!”

Wiping a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth, Long Aotian sensed a familiar aura approaching, and his eyes lit up with excitement. “Mom, come out quickly! Your son is being beaten out here!”

Whoosh~

Ripples spread through the void, and a Dragon Madam appeared.

“Mom…” Upon seeing Long Xuxu, Long Aotian immediately regained his confidence.

Long Xuxu embraced Long Aotian, asking with concern, “Child, what happened? Are you alright?”

Long Aotian then turned, his gaze fixed menacingly on Xian Yuan and the others.

“So, it’s the Saintess and the Dragon Venerable. Do you enjoy bullying the weak?” Long Xuxu’s icy voice resonated through the air.

Long Aotian pointed at Xian Yuan, who stood not far away. “Mom, he bullied me!”

Ugh!

At this sight, Xian Yuan nearly vomited her overnight meal.

‘Damn it, he’s a mommy’s boy, isn’t he?! How utterly repulsive.’

“Boss, Boss, I’m back!”

Long Aotian’s subordinate rushed back at that moment.

“Well done.”

“Thank you for the praise, Boss.”

The lackey retreated to the side, while Long Xuxu fixed Xian Yuan with a sharp, piercing gaze. “Knocking out several of my son’s teeth, Saintess, you certainly wield great authority.”

‘What are you glaring at?! With Wang Zhe by my side, do you think I’m afraid of you?!’

Xian Yuan’s aura remained undiminished. She glanced at Wang Zhe, giving her several pointed looks.

‘Go on, let them witness your Dragon Venerable might!’

“I cannot help you with this matter.”

Wang Zhe’s divine sense entered Xian Yuan’s sea of consciousness, leaving Xian Yuan staring at Wang Zhe in disbelief.

‘What?! You can’t help me? Why?!’

Xian Yuan hadn’t expected Wang Zhe to refuse assistance. Was she truly being left to face a Dao Venerable expert alone?

‘Even if I’m an overpowered cheat, there’s no way I can defeat a Dao Venerable!’

Feeling Long Xuxu’s murderous gaze, Xian Yuan had a premonition that today might be her last.

“A mere Dao Entry cultivator, daring to act so arrogantly before you, Wang Zhe? You’re quite the failure as a Dragon Venerable.”

Leng Xi stepped out from behind. When Long Xuxu had first appeared, she had wanted to observe Wang Zhe’s reaction.

However, even with Long Xuxu’s blatant provocation, Wang Zhe remained inert, confirming some of Leng Xi’s suspicions.

“Who are you?”

Long Xuxu scrutinized Leng Xi, who wore a blue silken dress. This woman was clearly not simple.

“You cannot defeat me.” Leng Xi stated.

“Your Excellency, that’s quite a boast, isn’t it?”

Long Xuxu spoke coolly, yet secretly, she grew vigilant.

She couldn’t discern the woman’s cultivation level.

“Long Aotian, are you alright!”

Suddenly, Long Aotian heard a deep, resonant voice. He turned to look.

A middle-aged man, accompanied by five or six guards, strode forward.

“Father, help! They’re trying to beat me!”

Long Aotian immediately bellowed.

“You scoundrel!”

The middle-aged man was furious, turning to Wang Zhe. “Dragon Venerable, you had better give me a reasonable explanation.”

“Who is that?”

“Yeah, who is he?”

“…”

Some of the Dragon race members were unfamiliar with this man. They wondered why he dared to speak to the Dragon Venerable and the Saintess in such a manner.

Those Dragon race members who were privy to the inner workings knew this person to be Long Xia, the Long Clan Head, one of the five great noble families of the Royal Dragon race.

“Shouting at the Dragon Venerable and the Saintess? Is that your attitude?”

While Zhi Jiu didn’t understand why Wang Zhe wouldn’t act, primarily because she couldn’t grasp such profound complexities, shouting at the Dragon Venerable was an act of grave disrespect!

“And who are you?”

Long Xia saw a woman in “indecent attire” emerge from the crowd, finding her utterly shameless.

“My name is Zhi Jiu.” Zhi Jiu declared, clad in a blue and white sailor uniform.