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At the edge of the Eastern Sea Treasure site, Zuo Yingchun glanced down at the Ocean Commanding Trident lying on the ground, then at the glowing entrance before them. With a snap of her fingers, she conjured an enormous hand that smacked the dragon’s head hard, forcing Yang Yin's massive head into the seabed.

The intense pain left Yang Yin dazed, and he scrambled to regain his composure, looking at the diminutive figure of Zuo Yingchun in terror. "Immortal... did I do something wrong?"

Zuo Yingchun pointed at the glowing entrance. "Tell me, what is this?"

Yang Yin froze momentarily, his dragon eyes flaring with frustration. Couldn’t she just ask? Did she have to use force? Is it so hard to interact with a little respect?

When he didn’t answer immediately, Zuo Yingchun’s face darkened, her hands flexing as she spoke coldly. "What? Are you thinking of playing games with me?"

"No, no!" Yang Yin instinctively recoiled, hastily explaining, "It seems the treasure site has already been opened, and someone is inside."

At this point, Yang Yin had resigned himself to fate. Regardless of whether Yang Xiao was inside, he had no choice but to tell the truth. He had no doubt that Zuo Yingchun could—and would—crush him on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Lianyue immediately prepared to head in, but Zuo Yingchun stopped her.

"Sister, what’s the matter? Time is of the essence! If they take all the treasures, we’ll lose out!" Ruan Lianyue asked, confused.

Zuo Yingchun remained silent, her gaze fixed on Yang Yin. After a moment's thought, she formed a series of complex seals and pressed her palm against Yang Yin's head.

In an instant, a golden rune appeared, and Yang Yin’s dragon face contorted as he went rigid, sinking slowly into the seabed. Watching this, Ruan Lianyue grew even more puzzled but held back from asking questions this time.

After only a few breaths, Yang Yin regained his freedom, slowly rising again, but his eyes were now vacant and lifeless.

Zuo Yingchun sneered. "Don’t give me that look. I’m doing you a favor by letting you sign a master-servant contract. You’re a decent mount, and if it were anyone else, they wouldn’t even get the chance to ask."

She then pulled a manual from her storage ring and tossed it in front of Yang Yin. Six large characters were boldly inscribed on the cover: The Serpent Dragon Reversion Technique.

Yang Yin’s eyes lit up in excitement. Shifting to human form, he picked up the manual with utmost reverence, repeatedly expressing his gratitude. Others might not recognize the value of this technique, but as a member of the serpent clan, he knew exactly what it was. This was the same method that an ancestor of the serpent clan had used to transform into a true dragon after surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, an ascension that had changed their bloodline forever.

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With this, the ambition of becoming a true dragon was within reach. Who cared if he was a mount? A dragon is a dragon, and even as a mount, he would be above all lesser dragons.

As Yang Yin eagerly held the manual, Zuo Yingchun waved him off. "Go now. I’ll call when I need you."

Yang Yin expressed his thanks profusely, and in a flash of loyalty, spilled the truth: very few knew of the Eastern Sea Treasure site, and only one person had the trident key—Yang Xiao, the nine-headed serpent. Yang Yin urged caution, warning that Yang Xiao, as an Ascension Realm monster, was as depraved as he was dangerous. He was a womanizer, and both of his masters were stunning beauties, so it would be wise to retreat if they couldn’t defeat him.

Though he was from the same clan as Yang Xiao, Yang Yin harbored a grudge against him, and now that he had sworn allegiance to Zuo Yingchun, he had every reason to hope Yang Xiao would meet his end.

After Yang Yin left, Zuo Yingchun and Ruan Lianyue exchanged glances.

"An Ascension Realm nine-headed serpent?" Ruan Lianyue murmured, brows furrowing with concern.

Zuo Yingchun chuckled. "Originally, I was only looking for a mount for my husband. Who knew there would be unexpected gains here? Don’t worry—as long as he isn’t late-stage Ascension Realm, I’m not afraid!"

Reassured, Ruan Lianyue nodded resolutely. "If Sister is willing to fight, then I’ll fight beside you. After all, it’s all for our beloved! Let’s do this!"

"That’s right," Zuo Yingchun agreed, her eyes gleaming. "If it makes him happy, it’s worth it."

With this thought in mind, the two quickly formulated a plan. Charging into the treasure site blindly would be reckless. Such places often had unstable space; a single misstep could lead to collapse. It would be wiser to wait outside and strike when the time was right.

Just as they finished planning, a flash of light appeared from the entrance—someone was coming out!

Without hesitation, Zuo Yingchun and Ruan Lianyue unleashed their most powerful attacks. After all, this was an Ascension Realm serpent; it was essential to catch him off guard.

Meanwhile, Ye Yu, having just finished clearing out the dragon palace, emerged with Su Yao, only to be greeted by five towering spirit statues, each representing one of the five elemental forces. As soon as he showed himself, the statues launched a thunderous strike.

The seabed shook violently, light bursting forth in what seemed like an apocalyptic scene. Waves of sand and shattered stones billowed outward, obscuring everything in sight.

Wasting no time, Ruan Lianyue summoned her top-tier spiritual weapon, the short sword Wangyou, and executed the Silent Moon Oblivion Slash. The sword gleamed through the chaos, but her face quickly changed when she realized something was wrong. Wangyou, which should have automatically returned after the slash, didn’t come back.

She felt the sword being firmly controlled, just as a familiar voice called out.

"Wangyou? Ruan Lianyue, what are you trying to do?"

Ruan Lianyue froze, staring in disbelief. That voice—was it Ye Yu?

Beside her, Zuo Yingchun also stopped in her tracks, the familiar tone unmistakable. There was no doubt—this was their husband, Ye Yu.

Zuo Yingchun waved her sleeve, and the five spirit statues followed suit, dispersing the clouds of sand and debris to reveal the scene within.

Ye Yu stood there, holding Su Yao close within a shield of blue light, his hand gripping Wangyou. His gaze shifted between Zuo Yingchun and Ruan Lianyue, a look of growing confusion in his eyes.

“What exactly are you two trying to do?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you plotting to murder your own husband?”

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