The Fallen Dragon Disliked Her Foot Odor and Told Her to Get Lost

“Miss, who do you think that masked man was today?”

Tong Xiaoxiao thought for a moment before asking tentatively, “Perhaps he’s a descendant of the sword’s original owner…”

Aunt Yun gave a bitter laugh and shook her head. “Did that person even have any descendants?”

“The history books don’t record him leaving behind any children.”

Tong Xiaoxiao was starting to lose her patience. She slammed her teacup down on the table. “Ugh, can you stop with all this ‘he’ and ‘that person’ nonsense? Why not just say who it is? We’re behind closed doors—are you worried heavenly lightning will come striking through the roof?”

Aunt Yun took a deep breath and forced two words through clenched teeth:

“Fallen Dragon.”

“WHAT?!”

Tong Xiaoxiao froze in her chair, her eyes bulging and her cherry lips stretched wide enough to fit an egg.

Immortal Venerable Fallen Dragon.

Those four words carried almost as much weight in the Canghuang Realm as the title of Immortal Emperor.

He was a taboo existence who had stood above the ages, an unparalleled being whose name could not be spoken carelessly.

Tong Xiaoxiao swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

“A-Aunt Yun, you’re not joking, are you?”

“Do you think I’d dare joke about something like this?” Aunt Yun replied helplessly.

Tong Xiaoxiao’s head buzzed.

When all was said and done, the Tong family was merely a merchant clan with a little more money than most.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the Tong family was an untouchable heavenly palace, rich enough to throw money around like dirt and wealthy enough to rival a nation.

But in the eyes of true powerhouses—those mighty dragons crossing the river—they were nothing more than a bank to plunder at will.

The fact that they could only afford to hire a Mahayana cultivator like Li Yunzhi was proof enough.

Although Uncle Li was always boasting about how his righteous aura could last forever and how he could trade one life for an immortal’s, in a true life-or-death battle, he might be able to stall his opponent for a while through some special means. With extraordinarily good luck, he might even seriously injure his opponent at the cost of his own life.

But to truly trade one for one?

That was probably nothing more than wishful thinking.

And that was precisely why the Shu family, with an Immortal King standing guard over it, was already enough to leave the Tong family gasping for breath.

But now, Aunt Yun was telling her that the owner of this sword had been the strongest Immortal Venerable throughout history?

“Then… was our ancestor a follower of the Immortal Venerable? Or perhaps a friend?”

Tong Xiaoxiao asked cautiously, a hopeful glimmer dancing in her eyes.

If that were true, wouldn’t the Tong family have some hidden, earth-shattering background?

Aunt Yun looked at the expectant expression on her young mistress’s face, and her own expression became even stranger.

She was silent for a long while before slowly spitting out two words:

“Love rival.”

“???”

Tong Xiaoxiao wondered if she had misheard.

“Love rival?!” Her voice shot up by several octaves. “Then how have we not been wiped out?”

“Did our ancestors’ ancestors burn incense for a thousand years?”

Although saying that was somewhat disrespectful, it was also the truth.

Their ancestor had actually competed with that ruthless woman for a lover, yet the Tong family’s ancestral graves were still able to emit smoke to this day?

Clearly, their ancestors’ ancestors must have accumulated tremendous virtue!

“I wonder what that woman looked like to make our ancestor willing to risk her life…” Tong Xiaoxiao began imagining an epic, heart-wrenching love triangle. Their ancestor had drawn her sword against the Immortal Venerable for the sake of her beloved.

Although the ending was bound to be tragic, that courage was truly admirable!

Aunt Yun watched as her young mistress became completely absorbed in her own emotional fantasy. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she finally could not bear to let the misunderstanding continue.

“Actually, that ancestor was also a woman…”

The air suddenly fell silent.

Tong Xiaoxiao’s expression froze, as if someone had pressed a pause button.

After a long while, she mechanically turned her head toward Aunt Yun and asked a question that seemed to come from the depths of her soul.

“Huh?”

Aunt Yun covered her forehead, apparently finding the family’s dark history difficult to bring up.

“Otherwise, why do you think she was allowed to keep the sword instead of having her head taken off?”

“And according to the family records, this sword was stolen…”

Tong Xiaoxiao: “…”

She felt as though her entire worldview had shattered on the floor.

So their ancestor was not only a lovesick fool, but also… into women?

And she had been competing with Immortal Venerable Fallen Dragon for another woman?

“This sword…” Tong Xiaoxiao’s expression became extraordinarily complicated. “So that’s how it came into our possession?”

“Exactly.” Aunt Yun sighed. “Our ancestor was quite the ruthless one back then. After stealing the sword, she made it a family heirloom and even established a family rule, saying that all future descendants had to remember this… this ‘grudge over a stolen wife.’”

Tong Xiaoxiao: “…”

What the hell kind of “grudge over a stolen wife” was this?

Wasn’t this plot getting a little too ridiculous?

…

At the same time.

On the roof of an inn in Tianshui City, Su Ji was lying on the roof tiles with a blade of foxtail grass between his teeth, gazing at the moon overhead.

“Pfft—hahahahahaha!”

Inside his sea of consciousness, the Old Emperor was laughing so hard he was rolling around. His voice made Su Ji’s head buzz.

“Have you laughed enough?” Su Ji rolled his eyes. “You old bastard.”

“Of course not!” The Old Emperor laughed until he was out of breath. “That incident caused a sensation back then. Who in the entire cultivation world didn’t know about it? Fallen Dragon was unlucky enough to run into a woman even more stubborn than he was.”

“That woman was a complete oddball too. She couldn’t beat Fallen Dragon in a fight, and she couldn’t win an argument with him either, so she squatted in front of him every day and cried. And what a miserable cry it was.”

The corners of Su Ji’s mouth twitched.

What the hell kind of divine drama was this?

Were the ancient great powers really this colorful in their private lives?

Su Ji sat up and spat out the stalk of grass. “Anything else? I’ll give you one spirit stone for another story.”

“Certainly, kid. Certainly.” The Old Emperor stopped laughing, and his tone became a little more serious. “Back then, that woman even suggested that the three of them could be together. She said she wouldn’t mind helping out from the sidelines and giving them a little push.”

“And if she couldn’t have him, then even sharing the same… would have been wonderful.”

“There was such a good offer?”

After saying that, Su Ji secretly glanced at Su Jiu.

Seeing that she had no reaction, he relaxed.

Of course. The little fox couldn’t hear their gossip anyway.

“I never thought the Immortal Venerable was such a passionate person. How could he possibly reject an offer like that?”

“Actually, it wasn’t that he did. Do you know when a man isn’t lustful?”

At this point, the Old Emperor deliberately paused.

Sure enough, Su Ji took the bait. “When?”

“Put your hand beneath your nose and try it.”

Su Ji did as he was told. “Like this? What next?”

“Do you feel any air?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then there you have it. You’re lustful too.”

Su Ji: “???”

“Then why did the Immortal Venerable reject such a generous offer?”

The Old Emperor finally revealed his true intentions. “Give me another soul-nourishing stone.”

Su Ji hesitated, but in the end, he still pulled a soul-nourishing stone from his storage ring.

He really did want to hear the rest.

The Old Emperor was smug. Hmph, who said I couldn’t get anything out of you?

Su Ji gritted his teeth. Heh. Just think of it as feeding a dog.

Suddenly, Su Jiu spoke up, startling Su Ji.

“Senior Brother…”

“I just feel that the Immortal Emperor’s remnant soul doesn’t seem like much of a…”

She abruptly stopped, realizing that the remnant soul could hear them too.

Ah, how annoying.

This was supposed to be a private moment between the two of them, yet it had been ruined completely.

“Why do you say that?”

“Maybe it’s just intuition…”

“It’s fine. I’m very cautious.”

After brushing Su Jiu off, Su Ji hurriedly pressed him again. “You’ve eaten the Soul-Nourishing Stone too, so spit it out already.”

The Old Emperor replied unhurriedly, “It’s very simple.”

“That woman was a body cultivator.”

“Her cultivation wasn’t very high back then—around the Golden Core stage—and she spent all day soaking in foul-smelling medicinal baths.”

“Fallen Dragon thought her feet stank and told her to get lost.”

Su Ji nodded. “Well, that really is hard to put up with.”

The Old Emperor: ???

Huh?

That was such a bizarre reason, and this kid actually agreed with it?

Good thing he was born late. Otherwise, Fallen Dragon might’ve taken this kid as his successor.

“Senior Brother, what are you two talking about?”

“Talking about why he never built a harem.”