The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2242 - 2231: Rejuvenation Elixir in Hand

An old man's ghostly apparition materialized in the air.

A chilling, ominous aura cloaked this apparition, clearly tied to the evil essence permeating this tomb.

The elder's facial traits looked hazy and indistinct, rendering it difficult to make out his living visage.

"Keeping all the loot for yourself ain't a fine trait. Like the proverb says, finders keepers. No one's braved Ice Lion Valley in ages, and this trespasser ain't even from our Nine Nether Ice Lion Clan. Makes me feel zero guilt."

"This kid's life force surges wildly, his meat gotta be super succulent. Such a prime treat we've snagged. Better split his body parts now, lest folks gripe over uneven shares."

"Spot on, that's fair play. Let's carve up this whole feast evenly, heaven knows when we'll savor fresh blood and flesh next."

...

White mist swirled relentlessly around Ye Chenfeng as ghostly old men popped up one after another. Ancient murmurs flooded his ears, and soon over two dozen elder apparitions encircled him. Each pulsed with strange energy waves, the mightiest rivaling Divine Venerable Realm prowess.

These ghostly forms matched the soul remnants Old Bai and Old Hei mentioned—ancestral spirits of fallen Nine Nether Ice Lions, sustained and shaped over eons in this eerie graveyard.

Ye Chenfeng's power couldn't handle these apparitions. Considering the Nine Nether Ice Lions' bond with the Dragon Clan, he banked on them honoring him as Dragon Clan Leader. They still clutched memories from their mortal days, after all.

Ye Chenfeng cleared his throat and began, "Seniors, my entry into Ice Lion Valley this time is..."

The apparitions flicked their sleeves before he could complete his words, unleashing energy surges that locked Ye Chenfeng's body stiff. His meridians' Spiritual Qi flow halted, sealing his voice in his throat.

"What a blabbermouth. Becoming our meal is your honor. We'll gobble your flesh and blood, merging you into our essence. That's your supreme luck."

"Bet this lad bolted into Ice Lion Valley, maybe even our Nine Nether Ice Lions' foe."

"Enough chit-chat. Back in the Ancient Era's dawn, our Nine Nether Ice Lions shared deep bonds with the Dragon Clan. Their Clan Leader graced our holy grounds often. Boy, you oughta be thrilled to feed us, right?"

"Can't hold back anymore. Time to portion his corpse quick!"

...

Those two dozen-plus apparitions chattered nonstop around him, utterly ignoring Ye Chenfeng.

Bound tight, Ye Chenfeng kept his face steady, having caught their talk. He realized these weren't full souls now, yet they revered the Dragon Clan still. Unveiling his Dragon Clan Leader status should snag him the Rejuvenation Elixir without fuss.

Yet with all those apparitions sealing him at once—none weaker than Divine King Realm—his current might couldn't shatter their collective bind in a million years!

In his thoughts, Ye Chenfeng urged, "Old Bai, Old Hei, shatter the shirt on my back please? Regret swapping it after crushing the Dark Demon."

Once the Dragon Clan Leader mark showed, they'd spot his true self instantly. Problem was, right now he lacked even the power to rip his own shirt.

Old Bai—Wu Fengxian—responded, "Just busting your back shirt? Old Hei and I can handle that."

Wu Fengxian's words barely ended.

Evidently, the two dozen apparitions had agreed. The eldest-looking one advanced; he was the Lion King Lineage's inaugural Clan Leader, declaring, "I'll carve this kid up. It'll be perfectly just."

This Lion King Lineage founding Clan Leader's presence matched a Mid Divine Honor Realm powerhouse. His form hovered before Ye Chenfeng, revered deeply by the others.

Gazing at Ye Chenfeng standing before him, the first Clan Leader declared, "Ice Lion Valley stands as the forbidden territory of our Nine Nether Ice Lions. Even our own kin become meals if they trespass, let alone an outsider like you devoid of the Nine Nether Ice Lion aura."

While the first Clan Leader of the Lion King Lineage readied himself to carve up Ye Chenfeng and divide his remains equally among the other apparitions,

the forces of Old Bai and Old Hei abruptly erupted from deep inside Ye Chenfeng’s body. Such forces were only able to unleash themselves via Ye Chenfeng’s frame.

Amid the clash from Old White and Old Black’s power.

Sounds of "rip! rip! rip!" rang out sharply.

Ye Chenfeng’s back clothing tore open once more, leaving the Nine Nether Ice Lion’s first Clan Leader, on the verge of attacking, momentarily taken aback. Upon seeing the shredded garments on Ye Chenfeng’s back, his raging aura dropped away at once. With a grin, he shook his head and commented, "So it was nothing but a last gasp. I figured we might have misperceived it. Your strength barely managed to rip the clothes off your back."

The Lion King Lineage’s first Clan Leader curiously directed his eyes toward Ye Chenfeng’s back. The moment he beheld the gleaming golden Dragon Clan Clan Leader’s mark there, his stare locked in place, his actions froze solid, rendering him statue-still.

Spotting the first Clan Leader’s peculiar reaction, the remaining shadowy elders surged ahead impatiently, hungry for the savor of meat and blood. Yet when their sights shifted along with his to the Dragon Clan Clan Leader’s mark on Ye Chenfeng’s back,

These shadowy elders instantly copied the first Clan Leader’s shocked visage. Some had survived the Ancient Era’s dawn, beholding the Dragon Clan’s zenith splendor. They had gazed upon the Dragon Clan Clan Leader’s mark with their own eyes. The Dragon Clan had showered immense favor on these Nine Nether Ice Lions, a boundless thanks their lineage vowed to cherish forevermore. That peerless symbol stayed etched in memory.

Despite their deaths, barely qualifying as spirits anymore, their lingering recollections ensured undying esteem for the Dragon Clan—a loyalty time couldn’t wipe away, a devotion death couldn’t break.

Every shadowy elder among them locked eyes without pause on the Dragon Clan Clan Leader’s mark across Ye Chenfeng’s back.

After an extended pause.

Snapping back first, the first Clan Leader flicked his arm to instantly dispel Ye Chenfeng’s bindings. In confusion, he questioned, "Are you the reigning Dragon Clan Leader?"

Now liberated, Ye Chenfeng replied, "I am the Dragon Clan’s third Clan Leader. Some of you ought to have witnessed the Dragon Clan Leader’s mark directly. Can such a mark be forged?"

As he declared this,

Ye Chenfeng powerfully ignited the Dragon Clan Clan Leader’s mark on his back, sending a crushing dragon might bursting forth from his body right away.

Detecting that pure, overpowering dragon might, the first Clan Leader knelt and prostrated first before Ye Chenfeng. The other shadowy elders hastily followed, bowing low to him.

Indeed, some of these shadowy elders had endured the Ancient Era’s beginnings, when the Dragon Clan ruled over every race. Bowing upon encountering the Dragon Clan Leader was proper decorum, though Zhao Wenyu, Zhao Shenghong, and other Nine Nether Ice Lions unfamiliar with that ancient time knew little of it.

From his knees, the Nine Nether Ice Lions’ first Clan Leader uttered respectfully, "I failed to recognize your presence, Clan Leader. I sincerely regret my previous misdeeds and beg your pardon."

Back in the Ancient Era’s early days, the Dragon Clan led all clans, and every race under its banner hailed the Dragon Clan Leader simply as Clan Leader.

For these Nine Nether Ice Lion ancestors, the Dragon Clan Leader mattered more than their own existence or their full bloodline. Learning Ye Chenfeng’s true identity made them drop to their knees without delay. They had pledged eternal allegiance to the Dragon Clan.

Hence, they staunchly curbed their craving for flesh and blood. The Dragon Clan represented their steadfast belief. Against belief and primal hunger, belief prevailed utterly.

Ye Chenfeng's primary aim was securing the Rejuvenation Elixir, so he declared, "Enough, the unaware bear no guilt. All of you, rise! I've heard your Nine Nether Ice Lions possess an ancestor named Beichen? Rumor has it two bottles of Rejuvenation Elixir lie buried alongside him. That's my purpose here—the Rejuvenation Elixir holds utmost importance for me now."

After grasping Ye Chenfeng’s intent, the inaugural Clan Leader and the remaining shadow-shrouded elders rose to their feet, their gazes converging at last on a particular elder cloaked in darkness. Evidently, this figure was Ancestor Beichen.

Sensing the weight of everyone's stares, Beichen let out a wry chuckle, "Friends, cease those looks toward me. How could I deny the Clan Leader? Even in death, beholding the Dragon Clan Leader is a heavenly fortune! I'm certain that under the Dragon Clan Leader's guidance, our Dragon Clan shall reclaim its former glory one day."

"Just two bottles of Rejuvenation Elixir—I'll deliver them to you at once, Clan Leader."

The Nine Nether Ice Lions' first Clan Leader and his companions effortlessly parted some of the encircling mist, sharpening their view in an instant. There, not distant, towered a colossal mountain face, etched with rectangular hollows, each cradling a coffin.

Beichen swept his hand, launching a coffin from its hollow airborne; the lid sprang open, unleashing two azure porcelain vials that drifted gently before Ye Chenfeng.

With deep respect, Beichen stated, "Clan Leader, these two bottles contain the Rejuvenation Elixir."

"Thank you!" Ye Chenfeng voiced his thanks while claiming the pair of Rejuvenation Elixir bottles. Possessing the Rejuvenation Elixir now, could the fractured souls of Old White and Old Black finally mend?

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