Chapter 0860: Dragon Seeking Plate

Chapter 0860: Dragon-Tracking Compass

Long Yucang looked at Long Chuanwu and said, "Long Chuanwu, Long Tao was the one who dragged you to brothels nonstop. Now that he's dead, why aren’t you even a little upset? You just saw how he died, didn’t you? Do you really think you can defeat my brother with your strength?"

"Long Yucang, if you keep spouting nonsense about me visiting brothels, I swear I’ll rip your damn mouth off!" Long Chuanwu shot a glance at Xian Rujing and roared in anger.

"My Chuanwu is definitely not that kind of person. Don’t slander him!" Xian Rujing also hissed coldly.

Hearing Xian Rujing defend him, Long Chuanwu's chest swelled with warmth and he grew even more smug.

Long Yucang hadn’t forgotten that it was he who had taken Qin Yun and Xian Rujing to Long Tao’s establishment—the Fragrant Tower.

After Xian Rujing and Qin Yun went inside and came out, she had been sobbing like a heartbroken maiden. Yet now, she was actually speaking up for Long Chuanwu.

"Brother, ignore them!" Qin Yun quickly called out, worried that Long Yucang might bring up that incident.

Qin Yun knew very well that Xian Rujing had become a scheming woman. Her current display of protectiveness toward Long Chuanwu was just a ploy to milk him for all he’s worth.

Qin Yun was all too happy to watch.

Long Yucang didn’t mention the brothel matter again and snorted, "Long Chuanwu, you don’t stand a chance against my brother!"

Long Chuanwu barked a laugh and said, "I can’t beat him? You’re way underestimating my strength!"

Long Cangsheng was healing Qin Yun and could sense that Qin Yun’s body was remarkably unique and powerful, but he didn’t comment further.

At that moment, a Heavenly Dragon Sect elder stepped forward. He said, "Baldie, your next match is against Chuanwu! Since you love gambling so much, let’s make this interesting. If you lose, hand over the dragon soul to us!"

"If we lose, we’ll give you an immortal artifact called the Dragon-Tracking Compass. It will help you locate dragons within the Spirit Wasteland. Plenty of dragons still roam in the Spirit Wasteland, and with the Dragon-Tracking Compass, you’ll be able to capture many of them!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yun immediately checked with Xiao Yuemei: "Is this thing legit?"

"Brother, accept it! The Dragon-Tracking Compass is the real deal—Heavenly Dragon Sect’s exclusive!" Xiao Yuemei said. "Since they’re from the Heavenly Dragon Sect, they must have it. Make ‘em prove they’ve got it. It’s usually square, about the size of a palm!"

After confirming the existence of the Dragon-Tracking Compass, Qin Yun said, "Show me the Dragon-Tracking Compass first!"

The elder quickly took it out.

It was indeed palm-sized, square, and entirely black, with a glowing needle-like dragon in the center.

Qin Yun described its appearance to Xiao Yuemei, who confirmed it was the real deal.

"Deal!" Qin Yun would need to hunt more dragons in the future, and having a Dragon-Tracking Compass would be extremely useful.

Long Cangsheng said, "Don’t even think about cheating! If Yutian wins and you don’t hand over the Dragon-Tracking Compass, I’ll make sure you live to regret it!"

His words carried a clear threat.

Long Chuanwu laughed loudly. "How could I possibly lose? That bald guy is toast—I’ll break him myself!"

Qin Yun suddenly felt a bit worried. Long Chuanwu’s confidence suggested he had some hidden advantage, and Qin Yun suspected foul play.

"Yutian, don’t sweat him. With me here, they won’t be able to pull any dirty tricks!" Long Cangsheng reassured him.

"Brother, Grandpa is incredibly strong! If they try anything, he’ll pound them into the dirt!" Long Yucang laughed. He truly wished Qin Yun were his brother—he was just that impressive.

Qin Yun nodded, then closed his eyes to continue healing.

Meanwhile, the Tournament raged on with other matches.

Xian Rujing also stepped up to fight others. Her martial soul was the Divine Martial Soul, and she even possessed two of them. Moreover, she was at the Late-stage Martial King Realm.

Few opponents lasted beyond three moves against her in battle, showcasing her immense strength.

In this tournament, Qin Yun feared Xian Rujing the most.

He had never truly fought her before, and Xian Rujing deeply despised him—he had once grabbed her chest and even won a bet against her during an arm-wrestling match.

If they were to clash in the tournament, Xian Rujing would undoubtedly fight like a madwoman, unleashing combat power beyond her usual limits.

Against Long Chuanwu, though, Qin Yun wasn’t worried.

Long Chuanwu had dragon blood in his veins, and Qin Yun’s Ultimate Dragon Palm was specialized to counter dragon-blooded fighters. If necessary, he could also channel the Sky Lion’s power to fight.

By afternoon, the next round had begun.

Qin Yun’s injuries had mostly healed by then.

"Long Chuanwu, Long Yutian, prepare to enter the arena!" an elder shouted.

On the tournament grounds, other battles were still raging fiercely.

Qin Yun had no idea how many matches remained, as he hadn’t been present when the tournament started, and the match order was arranged by the Long family.

At that moment, Long Chuanwu took out an exquisitely crafted bottle, shimmering gold like a luxury liquor decanter.

When he uncorked it, an overpowering dragon aura erupted.

Sensing the energy, Long Cangsheng said gravely, "Dragon blood—Celestial Dragon blood!"

Long Chuanwu grinned smugly before downing the entire bottle.

The nearby members of the Long family watched with envy.

Celestial Dragon blood—incredibly rare and valuable.

Chugging it right before his match? Clearly a power play.

Moments after consuming it, golden energy erupted from his pores, and a golden haze pulsed under his skin. His presence exploded with intensity.

He ripped off his shirt, revealing bulging muscles and the radiant tattoo of a dragon king, which now squirmed under his flesh like a living thing.

Qin Yun gaped—he’d never seen anything like it.

"The totem’s awake!" Long Yucang gritted his teeth.

"They say this is a totem’s peak state! It must be linked to that dragon blood!" Long Cangsheng warned, "Yutian, watch your back out there!"

"What’s an awakened totem do?" Qin Yun asked curiously, as he himself bore many totemic tattoos.

"Unknown! Just hearsay, but it’s supposed to crank your power up!" Long Cangsheng explained. "Usually, only king-tier totems wake up and squirm!"

Long Chuanwu’s strength shot through the roof after drinking the dragon blood, pumping him up.

But these power spikes? Never stick around.

But when used in the Tournament, it would give him a greater chance of winning.

"This guy, no wonder he's so confident. So that's how it is!" Qin Yun snorted under his breath.

"Chuanwu, you must win back the dragon soul and teach that bald bastard a good lesson!" Xian Rujing approached Long Chuanwu and murmured.

"Rujing, with your support, even if I have to die trying, I will definitely take that guy down! He once humiliated you—I'll make him beg for death!" Long Chuanwu glared furiously at Qin Yun.

"Long Chuanwu, it was *your* fiancée who bit me first! Truly worthy of her nickname '*Ice Tigress*'—biting people for no reason!" Qin Yun jeered.

"Bald turtle, shut your mouth!" Xian Rujing hissed coldly. "Are you afraid Chuanwu won't beat you hard enough? How dare you provoke me!"

Qin Yun barked a laugh. "Your Chuanwu is just a whore-mongering trash. Why are you defending him so fiercely?"

Long Chuanwu's face twisted with rage as he roared, "Shut up! I'll rip your fucking mouth off in a moment!"

Qin Yun wasn't the least bit afraid of Long Chuanwu!

Xian Rujing was also fuming. She had never been this furious before and wanted to personally teach this bald man a lesson.

The match on the Tournament Grounds had already ended, but it seemed no one gave a damn.

The vast majority's attention was fixed on Long Chuanwu at the sidelines, as the golden King-Dragon totem on his body was simply blindingly radiant.

"Long Yutian, Long Chuanwu, step forward!" the old referee called.

Both Qin Yun and Long Chuanwu stepped onto the Tournament Grounds.

Especially Long Chuanwu—the suppressed power within him seemed ready to explode at any moment. He couldn't wait to fight.

On the Tournament Grounds, many people chanted loudly, "Long Chuanwu, victory is yours!"

"Long Chuanwu, victory is yours!"

The deafening chants shook the entire Dragon King Manor.

Long Chuanwu reveled in the cheers, closing his eyes with pride, throwing his arms open, and shouting, "Everyone, quiet!"

The Tournament Grounds instantly fell silent.

Long Chuanwu declared loudly, "I am about to face Long Yutian in battle! Surely you all saw how I killed his father before? Today, I will end him in the same way!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Long Chuanwu, *Invincible*!"

"Long Chuanwu, *Invincible*!"

Someone must have taken the lead, changing the chant again.

Long Chuanwu laughed arrogantly, looking at Qin Yun. "See that, you bald freak? This is my power! Whether in the Immortal Wasteland or the Spirit Wasteland, I, Long Chuanwu, am the one beloved by all! And you? Just a dead man walking!"

"Long Chuanwu, Undefeated!"

"Long Chuanwu, Undefeated!"

Wave after wave of unified roars thundered forth, full of imposing momentum.

It was the young Long clan disciples shouting, their voices shaking the heavens above Dragon King Manor.

Qin Yun stood there with an expressionless face, clenching his fists tightly as he stared at Long Chuanwu.

Long Chuanwu suddenly let out a deep roar, and the golden king dragon totem on his upper body surged forth, transforming into a small golden dragon. The golden dragon hovered behind Long Chuanwu, emitting thunderous roars that echoed across the sky.

The crowd in the arena went wild upon seeing the golden dragon formed from the king totem, shouting and cheering wildly.

"Chuanwu is sure to win—our dragon soul has returned!" an elder from the Tianlongmen Sect laughed heartily, stroking his beard.

"Chuanwu, remember to force him to hand over the dragon soul before killing him! Don’t let it vanish along with his worthless life!" another elder shouted.