The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170: Chapter 1167 Little White Dragon Chapter 1170: Chapter 1167 Little White Dragon “So, it was he, that enormous figure. But why does this young man in white want to help us repeatedly? To use us against the Nine-Headed Insect?” Shen Luo couldn't help but secretly speculate, but immediately stopped his train of thought.

Regardless, the young man in white had saved his life, and even if he might have other motives, Shen Luo shouldn't judge his savior so selfishly.

“Thank you, Elder,” Shen Luo sincerely expressed his gratitude.

The young man in white waved his hand, signaling Shen Luo to back away.

Shen Luo did not disobey, retreating to a distance with Wu Man'er and took out a healing pill to swallow, starting the process of refining it with mana.

Given the situation, a great battle was inevitably forthcoming, and he needed to recover as quickly as possible.

The pill soon dissolved, but Shen Luo's wounds were riddled with cold, demonic qi, greatly hindering the pill's effectiveness.

He immediately activated the Ghost Pearl, a purple light enveloping his body, and the demonic qi in his wounds was instantly sucked away by the Ghost Pearl.

“Luckily the Ghost Pearl is effective,” Shen Luo inwardly sighed in relief, encouraging the pill's power to heal his wounds.

Flesh quickly grew back at his injuries, with wounds swiftly closing up…

The young man in white looked at the Nine-Headed Insect, his expression cooling down, about to say something.

“Crown Prince, I never thought we would meet again. I've long heard you've become a Protector, a Holy Dragon of the Western Heavenly Buddha Gate. What brings you to Yunmeng Marsh?” A seductive figure flew in from a distance, the same charming young woman, looking at the young man in white with a coquettish chuckle.

The young man in white glanced at the charming young woman, his expression revealing a trace of complexity.

Shen Luo was currently focusing on healing his physical injuries but still spared a portion of his attention to observe the young man in white. Seeing this, a playful look appeared on his face.

It seemed there was some kind of secret between the young man in white, the Nine-Headed Insect, and the charming young woman.

Wait a moment…

Suddenly, Shen Luo remembered some rumors about the Nine-Headed Insect. It was said that year he stole the fiancee of the Third Prince Ao Lie of the West Sea, who later became the Little White Dragon on the journey to retrieve the Western Scriptures. In a fury, the Little White Dragon set fire to the pearls bestowed by the Jade Emperor, was imprisoned, and later was enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva to protect the Tang Monk and retrieve the true scriptures, thus being freed from his crimes.

Could this charming young woman be the Wansheng Princess? She called the young man in white “Crown Prince,” could he be the Little White Dragon Ao Lie who protected the Tang Monk on his journey to the Western Paradise?

“What Protector, Holy Dragon? Nothing more than a watchdog for the Western Heavenly Buddha Sect,” sneered the Nine-Headed Insect with disdain.

The young man in white's face showed anger, but he didn't speak up to argue, seemingly not good with words.

“How dare you demean Senior Ao Lie as a mere watchdog? That year, who was the one who fled from Sacrifice Country like a beaten cur, and now you've pledged yourself to the Demon Clan, I'm afraid you're even less than a dog?” Shen Luo couldn't stand seeing the young man in white being ridiculed and with a spin of his eyes, he coldly interjected with a sneer.

“Pah! That year in Sacrifice Country, if not for Sun Wukong's cunning tricks and those meddling Heavenly soldiers and generals, I would never have been defeated!” Upon hearing these words, the Nine-Headed Insect raged as if a sore spot had been hit.

Shen Luo's words were also a probe, and seeing the reaction of the Nine-Headed Insect, he had no more doubts–the young man in white was indeed the Little White Dragon.

“So you are people of the Third Prince, sneaking into Yunmeng Marsh this time to steal the Divine Tree Fruit?” The Wansheng Princess turned to look at Shen Luo.

“Senior Ao Lie is by no means a lowly thief who steals chickens and dogs. My coming here with him is purely coincidental,” Shen Luo said with a mocking glance at Wansheng Princess.

Wansheng Princess knew Little White Dragon quite well and agreed he wasn't the sneaky type. She had some inkling as to why Little White Dragon had come, but with Nine-Headed Insect present, it wasn't a good time to discuss the matter.

“So, you are the Wansheng Princess of Bibo Pond? That year, you forsaken jewels for a mere pebble. I wonder, have you regretted your choice in the years that have passed?” Shen Luo noticed Wansheng Princess's expression, a thought flickering through his mind, he spoke provocatively.

“Silence!” Wansheng Princess's pretty face twisted with anger as she shouted, nervously glancing at Nine-Headed Insect.

Over the years, Nine-Headed Insect had withdrawn to Yunmeng Marsh. Although he still doted on her, his temperament grew increasingly fickle. At first, she thought she could handle him, but now, she was losing confidence in her own allure.

“Silence? It seems the princess does have regrets after all, hahaha…” Shen Luo laughed heartily.

“You…” Wansheng Princess was both embarrassed and annoyed.

“You shameless wretch, still harboring feelings for this white dragon!” Nine-Headed Insect, consumed with jealousy at Wansheng Princess's reaction, slapped her across the face with the back of his hand.

Shen Luo was taken aback; his previous words had indeed been meant to provoke discord between Wansheng Princess and Nine-Headed Insect, but he hadn't expected Nine-Headed Insect to be so impulsive and violent, striking his own wife in public.

Wansheng Princess was so stunned by the slap that it took her a moment to snap out of her daze.

“You hit me?” She covered her face, roaring with a mix of shock and anger.

Nine-Headed Insect's eyes revealed a glint of blood light as he backhanded her again.

This slap was much heavier. Wansheng Princess was sent flying through the air, crashing to the ground from midair, with blood streaming from the corner of her mouth.

“Slut! Did you think this place was Bibo Pond, and you're still the Wansheng Princess of the past? Speak out of turn again, and don't blame me for being unkind!” Nine-Headed Insect's face was grim as he shouted.

Wansheng Princess trembled and slowly lowered her head, a flicker of desolation crossing her expression.

Little White Dragon and Wansheng Princess had a complicated history, and his brows furrowed upon witnessing this scene.

Ignoring the dispute between Nine-Headed Insect and Wansheng Princess, Shen Luo scrutinized Nine-Headed Insect, sensing something amiss with him. The latter seemed to exude an overwhelming malicious aura and appeared somewhat unable to control his emotions.

“Nine-Headed Insect, back then you narrowly escaped with your life. Considering you were of the Ghost Car Clan, which once brought benefits to the Human Realm in ancient times, I did not pursue you further. Unbelievably, you show no remorse, seizing control of Yunmeng Marsh, pillaging and massacring at will. Moreover, you dare to raid the West Sea Dragon Palace, stealing treasures and severely injuring my father! If you're wise, you'll return the stolen treasure, otherwise, you will not leave here alive today!” Little White Dragon took a deep breath, suppressing his various emotions, and said coldly.

Shen Luo listened, showing a look of surprise on his face.

Little White Dragon came here for this reason, and Nine-Headed Insect was so audacious, already exiled to Yunmeng Marsh, yet he still dared to wreak havoc in the West Sea Dragon Palace.

“Heh heh, I've been to the West Sea Dragon Palace more than once. What can you do to me? At the great battle of Sacrifice Country, you hid behind Sun Wukong, heavenly soldiers and generals, and thus, you were lucky to survive. Today, you're here alone. Let us fight earnestly, and I will show you how you'll suffer defeat once again at the hands of my Moon Soul Hook!” Nine-Headed Insect laughed maliciously, the crescent moon treasures in his hands flashing coldly.

“Words are useless, come meet your end!” Little White Dragon leaped forward, the Golden Dragon Spear gleaming brightly as it shot out towards Nine-Headed Insect's face.

“Bring it on!” Nine-Headed Insect bellowed, slashing his Moon Soul Hook and blocking the Golden Dragon Spear.

An earth-shattering boom ensued, as gold and silver light blasted skyward. A powerful storm swept across the area.