The Art of Subduing Dragons

Chapter 120

The wooden whistle was tossed onto the table, rolling around before falling off the edge and hitting the ground.

Ruan Li's gaze was cold, but she didn't pay it any mind. Just then, a young servant who was refilling tea for guests noticed the whistle had fallen and quickly bent down, saying, "Guest, you've dropped something."

"Don't touch it. I'll pick it up myself." As the servant reached for the whistle, Ruan Li's fingers curled, and the wooden whistle suddenly landed in her palm.

The servant was taken aback and then smiled, complimenting, "Fairy, you have great skills." To ordinary people like them, this ability to manipulate objects from afar was truly enviable.

Ruan Li ignored him and frowned as she listened to the conversation at the neighboring table about the Celestial Alliance Conference.

"You say the Huai Zhu Immortal has been missing for over a year. What could have happened? Now the celestial sects are in chaos due to the dragon clan, and the only thing that could restrain them, the Dragon Suppressing Divine Wood, has been destroyed. The Southern sects have no support and are suffering heavy losses whenever they encounter dragons. She's calling a Celestial Alliance Conference upon her return—could it be that she has a way to deal with the dragons?"

"What way could there be? When she and the Southern Ming Lord dealt with the dragons before, it was only a frantic escape. They couldn't defeat that Mo Yan. The only reason they managed to kill the Dragon King Xi Dan was because they joined forces with her master, Tian Ji Zi, and used the Dragon Suppressing Divine Wood. Now that the wood is gone and she hasn't returned to her original level of power, and Tian Ji Zi is said to be in seclusion, there's no way they can fight the dragons."

"In my opinion, the current situation can't be blamed on anyone else. Destroying the dragon clan was a breach of the agreement. They claimed the dragons destroyed the Heavenly Sound Pavilion and joined forces to wipe out the Dragon Palace. In the years that followed, all the sects hunted dragons on sight. I saw it once when I was young—the dragon was still alive when it was pierced through the spine with a hooked spear, crying out in agony. That sound still makes me shudder; it was too cruel."

When this man brought up the topic, the crowd fell silent for a moment before whispering in agreement, "That's right. Afterward, they hunted dragons like they were game, with great enthusiasm. It's said that every part of a dragon is valuable, so they skin them alive, often leaving no corpse behind."

"They've pushed themselves into a corner for their own gains. Now that the Dragon Suppressing Divine Wood is destroyed, anyone would desperately fight back. It's their own fault. It's only us lower-tier cultivators who suffer, getting no benefits while facing disasters."

Ruan Li listened quietly, a dark red hue emerging in her eyes once more as she gripped her cup tightly. So, they're all aware of the situation but have chosen to watch as spectators because it doesn't affect them directly. Now that the flames have reached their own doorstep, they finally feel the pain.

She couldn't help but think of what Luo Qingci said before leaving, about not wanting to see further conflicts between the human and dragon clans—it was like a fool's dream. Such deep-seated hatred couldn't be resolved. The human race couldn't let go, and the dragon clan wouldn't forgive. She would never be foolish enough to trust humans again.

"Luo Qingci, what exactly do you want to achieve by calling this Celestial Alliance Conference?" Ruan Li tossed a small silver coin, stood up, and headed towards the Tian Yan Sect.

She wasn't sure why she felt compelled to follow, but ever since Luo Qingci left, she had felt restless and agitated, wishing she could tear out her own soul and scatter the spirit of that foolish person who only had Luo Qingci in mind.