I Am a Good Dragon

The Red Dragon was furious.

The consequences were dire.

It had been sleeping in its exclusive treasure hall, basking in the shimmer of a sea of coins, listening to the crisp clinking of gemstones.

So serene, so comfortable.

Lost in a dream free of Dragon Speakers and Slayer Witches.

But then.

The Supernatural United Bureau had roused the Red Dragon.

They claimed that a large Boundary Ruins had descended, posing a significant threat, and required the Red Dragon—a Sacred Domain powerhouse—to intervene.

The Red Dragon was livid. Forced to wake up, it was consumed by an intense bout of morning rage, yet it couldn’t vent its frustration on the humans from the Supernatural United Bureau.

Because they had offered an exceedingly generous reward.

A mountain of jewels.

Shimmering with vibrant colors, a dazzling treasure that instantly captured the Red Dragon’s heart.

“For love and peace, I shall do anything!” The Red Dragon immediately set off, its heart brimming with desire for the treasure.

Despite the temptation, its morning rage lingered. Dragonkind were known for their love of sleep, and the Red Dragon’s naps often lasted for eternities.

Now, interrupted.

It longed to find something to unleash its fury upon.

Thus, it set its sights on the newly emerged Boundary Ruins.

“Dragon Charge!!” The crimson dragon’s shadow raced across the sky, like a blazing meteor, leaving behind a trail of scorching skymarks.

With each breath, dark mist surged forth.

In its descent, it moved as swiftly as lightning.

Its eerie vertical dragon pupils scanned the ground, quickly locking onto a dense crowd of shadowy figures.

The thought of what was about to unfold made the Red Dragon’s face contort into a wicked grin.

“Fear! Tremble!” it bellowed.

“Rex Santos, the great, will grant you all an equal demise!”

“Heh heh heh! Heh heh heh heh!”

The Red Dragon roared with laughter, retracting its wings and diving straight toward the earth.

But halfway through its descent, it spotted a nightmare-inducing figure.

A Dragon Speaker!?

How could he be here!?

The crimson shadow faltered.

What truly terrified the Red Dragon was the overwhelming sense of death that surged from the depths of its being, sealing off every inch of space and time.

It would die.

Absolutely die.

Rex Santos gulped nervously, the oppressive dread bringing back memories of the Goddess of Calamity. However, the aura was different this time—calm annihilation versus a crushing domination that left no room for escape.

Its instincts told the Red Dragon that any attempt to harm even a single person on the ground would result in its gruesome demise.

If it dared to touch Xu Xi, the outcome would be so catastrophic that even saying it out loud would make the stars quiver.

So.

The Red Dragon chose the path of least resistance.

In Xu Xi’s astonished gaze, the dragon descended from the heavens, sliding to a halt with practiced precision, and knelt with its claws raised in surrender.

It proclaimed loudly:

“I am here to donate blood!”

Oh? Xu Xi was even more surprised.

The Red Dragon’s grand entrance had been so arrogant, zipping through the skies like a meteor. Xu Xi had assumed it was here to attack the civilian populace.

Yet now, the dragon claimed it wanted to donate blood.

Was this truly the case?

Xu Xi’s expression shifted to one of faint amusement, making the Red Dragon tremble: “You really picked the perfect time to show up.”

As he spoke, the staff in Xu Xi’s hand, carved from the sacred Jianmu wood, began to radiate an aura of forbidden magic.

The Red Dragon was drenched in cold sweat. It realized that even without the intangible death threat, Xu Xi was fully prepared to unleash a “gentle tapping session.”

Thus, the Red Dragon’s expression grew even more obsequious.

It rubbed its paws together, declaring itself to be an excellent dragon, a perfect model citizen of the skies.

Offering that if Xu Xi wished for its absence, it could disappear with unparalleled speed.

“No, you’re just in time,” Xu Xi replied, dismissing the Red Dragon’s proposal. “I’m planning to relocate these people. Since you’re here, you can carry them along.”

The number of people emerging from the Boundary Ruins was overwhelming.

Not only did they include those from Qingniu Town who had perished during the demonic tide years ago, but also the civilians who had died on their journey during the survival struggle.

Though aided by the power of the supreme crown, Xu Xi could perform multiple space-shifting magics, having the Red Dragon of the Sacred Domain act as a means of transportation was a convenient option.

“No problem, no problem!” the Red Dragon beamed with relief.

As soon as it agreed, the paralyzing mortal threat that had haunted its heart dissipated, returning its emotions to normal.

It let out a sigh of relief.

But then, as more villagers climbed onto its back, the Red Dragon began to feel uneasy.

“This lizard is enormous; it won’t fit in one pot.”

“I think roasting it would be best.”

“Nah, nah, it has to be raw to be tasty!”

The simple villagers chattered, discussing topics that made the dragon’s blood run cold.

It was a peculiar experience.

The Red Dragon understood that the villagers were weak, not a single one stronger than it, yet hearing their imaginative words, it felt a strange tension build within.

As if.

These common folk had truly tasted dragon before.

Relishing it with delight, gaining expertise in the culinary art of dragon cuisine.

“It must be that I haven’t slept enough, my mind isn’t clear yet,” the Red Dragon reassured itself with a nervous chuckle before flapping its wings and taking to the skies once more.

Xu Xi, meanwhile, activated his domain, enveloping the remaining people and transporting them to Yanshan City with the help of wind magic, ensuring their settlement.

“Though the number of people we’re relocating is significant, it’s manageable.”

“Yanshan City is large enough, so settling everyone shouldn’t be an issue.”

“At least their basic needs for food and shelter will be taken care of.”

Under the azure sky, dense clouds gathered.

The high-speed flight generated roaring gusts, but both the glaring sunlight and biting winds were blocked by Xu Xi’s barrier, allowing the people to open their eyes without fear and marvel at the aerial world.

“Wow—”

The villagers gasped in awe.

Some even happily danced in excitement, feeling as if they were about to become celestial warriors riding the clouds.

True, just celestial warriors.

They firmly believed that titles like Heavenly Emperor could only be bestowed upon someone as kind-hearted as Xu Xi, while lesser titles like Heavenly Generals were reserved for valiant figures like Young Master Wu.

“Niu, could you tell me how everyone got here?”

During the flight, Xu Xi, while controlling his domain, turned to inquire with Niu, the burly man by his side.

The honest man scratched his head, his expression a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.

“Brother Xu, I’m not good with words, so I might not explain it clearly.”

“I was sleeping, but then I woke up in the town. My mother and everyone else were there.”

“And then…”

“There was a day…”

Niu clumsily recounted everything he had witnessed from his perspective.

The inexplicable return to life, the sudden reappearance in Qingniu Town, and then one day, Wu Yingxue had appeared, asking if everyone wanted to see Xu Xi.

The villagers had gleefully agreed.

Thus, they were transported to Earth by Wu Yingxue.

“Where’s Yingxue?” Xu Xi wondered, curious as to why the exalted princess, now a supreme being, had chosen to absent herself.

“Young Master Wu seemed to say…” Niu pondered for a moment before offering an uncertain answer. “She was going to kill some monsters first, then come later.”