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In the heart of the Eternal Domain, the King Easton, the Sacred Dragon, and the Eternal Angel observed Tang San's antics with the little werewolf, each reacting differently.
Among them, the Sacred Dragon was the most agitated and furious. "How dare this vile creature deceive my people! It's as if he disregards me, the master of spiritual power!"
King Easton approached and patted his shoulder, wearing an understanding expression, but the Sacred Dragon pushed him away disdainfully, clearly unhappy with the touch.
Meanwhile, the Eternal Angel pondered, reflecting on the implications of Tang San's words.
The Lord of Eternity spoke with a sense of gravity: "A trial, you say? That's not entirely incorrect. If there truly exists a wise being in the Eternal Domain capable of defeating you, or even me, then we cannot prevent whatever he/she/it desires."
Truth exists only within the bounds of martial power.
And Tang San's strength was precisely equal to that of the four of them...
The little werewolf, still dazed by the deception, asked, "Is what you said true?"
"Just tell me, do you want to train with me?" Tang San thought the boy was clever enough to fall for the ruse; otherwise, he could have just recruited a few street urchins.
"Alright, I'll follow you; it can't get any worse," Peter agreed, then added, "But can I bring my sister along?"
"You have a sister?" Tang San asked, his expression peculiar. "When you ran away, did you bring her with you?"
"Um... not really; she came on her own," the little werewolf replied, a bit sheepishly. "She's my distant cousin who's been living with us. Some things happened when we were kids, which made her a bit fond of me..."
Tang San thought to himself that if this little werewolf hadn't escaped his family, the story would definitely unfold in a way he recognized.
Peter Jack Trass Griffin brought Tang San, Mengmeng, and Niannian back to his home—a rundown little stone house. The kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom were all in one space, barely fifteen square meters in size. With five people inside, it felt quite cramped.
"Brother, you're back? And you've brought guests..." the female werewolf, busy cooking, turned around to reveal a face resembling that of a human.
Among the orc race, male orcs tended to have a wilder appearance, retaining much of their animal features, while female orcs looked more human. This little werewolf's sister was no exception; aside from her wolf ears and tail, as well as the silver-white fur on her limbs and back, she looked just like any pretty girl.
However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that, aside from the longer fur in those areas, she was covered in a layer of short, dense downy fur... which meant that female orcs, much like their male counterparts, were indeed covered in fur all over, albeit finer and denser in most areas.
Hmm—
The image didn't fully match Tang San's expectation of just having animal ears and tails, but it was quite close. Moreover, this downy fur must feel incredibly soft to the touch.
"Xun'er, this is Tang San; he's my teacher, and he has a way to help me train again!" Peter said excitedly.
"Really?" the female werewolf, named Xun'er, narrowed her eyes, suspicious that he might be trying to take advantage of Peter. She was protective of her brother and wouldn't tolerate anyone bullying him.
"What's for dinner, Xun'er?" Peter waved his hand grandly. "Bring out all the delicious food; I want to treat my teacher well!"
"Just like before, dark dragon meat." Xun'er presented a large plate of dragon meat, emitting dark smoke—clearly a masterpiece.
Tang San replied without changing his expression, "It's well-cooked, but my cultivation has reached a level where I no longer need to eat. You can have it yourself."
Mengmeng pulled out some fruit and said, "I'm an elf; I don't eat meat."
Niannian chimed in, "Me too; I'm also an elf."
Peter didn't mind, grabbing the dragon meat and stuffing it into his mouth while exclaiming, "Xun'er, your cooking is getting better!"
Xun'er's eyes crinkled with joy as she smiled. "I'm glad you like it, Brother."
Tang San felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth. After arriving in this little town, he had used his spiritual power to probe the werewolf's body, finding that their sense of taste was not much different from that of humans.
This charred dragon meat must be quite unappetizing for werewolves, yet Peter devoured it with such enthusiasm... Perhaps he was just used to it or genuinely liked it.
It seemed that it was no big deal for the two of them to hit it off.
After dinner, Peter asked the question that concerned him the most: "Teacher, what's the reason I can't cultivate? Why is my fighting spirit regressing?"
Tang San didn't hold back, responding, "It's simple—there's a ghost draining your fighting spirit."
"A ghost?" Peter asked, confused.
"That bone behind you wasn't bought in this little town, was it?" Tang San inquired.
"No, it was left to me by my late mother. I remember that when I was thirty, before I understood much, my mother often used this bone to play with me," the little werewolf said, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
Regarding the phrase "thirty years, before understanding," Tang San was already accustomed to it; after all, he had spent a hundred years in this Eternal Domain, where the beings were generally long-lived.
For them, thirty years was probably akin to thirty days.
"Teacher, could this dark dragon bone be the problem?"
The little werewolf was not foolish; he knew that Tang San wouldn't bring it up without reason. If he wanted the dragon bone, he could have taken it from him then and there, rather than waiting to mention it now.
Besides, he didn't attach much importance to it.
Though it was a keepsake from his mother, the truth was that she had passed away before he truly understood the world, so he had little memory of her. Keeping the bone was mostly a matter of nostalgia.
However, being a werewolf, he still needed to eat. If he hadn't had trouble selling this common dark dragon bone, he would have sold it long ago. But it was still a relic of his mother, and the low price didn't sit well with him.
"There is indeed a problem; your regression in cultivation is related to this bone," Tang San said as he took the bone and gently tapped it. "Elder, please come out."
But the dark dragon bone remained unresponsive.
Thus, Tang San summoned the Haotian Hammer, placing it against the center of the dark dragon bone, and said calmly, "If you don't come out, I'll break this thing."
Just as the little werewolf's sister, Xun'er, began to doubt Tang San's sanity, the dark dragon bone suddenly vibrated, and a small black dragon emerged, exclaiming, "Wait! Wait! Wait! I'm coming out, okay? Must you threaten me like this? I have some dignity, you know!"
Now the little werewolf understood everything: "So it's you causing my inability to cultivate!"
(End of Chapter)