Coiling Dragon

by welyjesch

  As soon as Gislason entered the room, he saw that Linley was standing there to the side, waiting quietly. As for Beirut, he was standing with his eyes closed. Moments later, his eyes opened and he let out a sigh. “Delia’s situation is even more terrible than I expected!”

  “Lord Beirut, can it be that even you are unable to save Delia?” Linley said frantically.

  “Grandpa.” Bebe said hurriedly as well.

  “Haha…” Beirut began to laugh loudly. “I only said the situation is terrible. I didn’t say I’m unable to save her! However, in order to save your wife, I’m going to have to waste a drop of Life-type Sovereign’s Might!”

  As he spoke, Beirut extended his palm, and a green drop of liquid appeared within it.

  “Lord Beirut.” As soon as Linley saw this drop of Life-type Sovereign’s Might, he was worried. “In treating the soul, one has to delve deep into the core of the soul. If there’s even a hint of energy leakage from the Sovereign’s Might or a single error, then…”

  Although Linley wanted to save Delia, he didn’t want to watch as Delia died due to an accident.

  “Lord Prefect, using a drop of Sovereign’s Might…” Gislason interjected as well.

  “Hey, do you think that I actually don’t have common sense?” Puzzled, Beirut turned to look towards Linley and the others. “It’s just a drop of Life-type Sovereign’s Might. Although it is indeed hard to use a drop of it without letting any leak out, who says I’m not capable of it?”

  As Beirut spoke, the drop of Life-type Sovereign’s Might in his hand entered his body.

  And then, Beirut pointed out with a finger from his right hand, and a green blurry illusion formed.

  “Sovereign’s Might!” Linley was stunned.

  “How is that possible?” Gislason, Phusro, and the others were all stunned. Beirut had clearly already used his Sovereign’s Might, but Beirut’s body wasn’t emanating a hint of it at all.

  Normally speaking, after a person used Sovereign’s Might, a colored aura would emanate from that person’s body.

  That light was the leaking Sovereign’s Might. But Beirut didn’t leak out any at all. From the outside, one wouldn’t be able to tell at all…that Beirut was using Sovereign’s Might.

  Linley was overjoyed. “She’ll be saved. Delia will be saved. I didn’t expect Lord Beirut to be so formidable. He’s able to wield even the heavy power of Sovereign’s Might with precision, not letting a hint leak out.”

  Sovereign’s Might was simply too overpoweringly strong for Highgods.

  Using it was like letting an ordinary mortal wield a heavy sword that weighed fifty kilograms. Due to its great weight, it would be hard for the mortal to wield it accurately, agilely, and without any errors.

  The same was true for a Deity who used Sovereign’s Might.

  It exceeded the bounds of control of their spiritual energy, and thus it would leak out. According to legend, only Paragon Highgods were able to perfectly control Sovereign’s Might. But today, Beirut had accomplished it.

  “Lord Prefect, can it be that you have already reached the Paragon…” Gislason said in shock.

  “Quiet!”

  Beirut frowned, his face growing solemn. “While I am treating Delia, none of you are permitted to speak. If you disturb me, then you will bear the consequences!” Beirut, for once, decided to show his fierce side.

  Immediately, everyone in the room fell silent.

  Linley’s heart was pounding, and he watched everything nervously. He saw Beirut extend his right hand, clasping the top part of Delia’s head with it. Immediately, that blurry, illusory green light began to flood into Delia’s head.

  As for Beirut, he closed his eyes, completely focused on healing her.

  The entire room was completely silent. Not even breathing could be heard.

  “She’ll definitely get better. She’ll definitely get better.” Linley stared unblinkingly as he prayed nonstop. He was truly afraid. Prior to this, when that Alfonsus had treated Delia, he had also acted in a similar manner. Linley had believed that Delia would get better, but the result had been…

  Utter silence…

  Time passed, one second at a time.

  Healing the soul was a very detailed, careful project. The insides of a soul were extremely complex, and the innermost core of a soul was extremely fragile. The slightest error would cause the soul to be finished. Even Beirut had to be very careful and slow in his treatment.

  After a long time…

  The sweat which had poured out of Linley’s forehead had already dried.

  “All done!” A long sigh shook the room. This sudden noise within the silent room caused Linley to feel shocked. He hurriedly looked towards Beirut. The moment of judgment had arrived!

  “Lord Beirut, how is it?” When Linley said these words, his heart was trembling.

  “How is it? Take a look for yourself.” Beirut laughed.

  Linley immediately looked towards Delia, only to see the slumbering Delia’s eyelids tremble slightly. In that moment, Linley felt as though flames were scorching his chest, and a look of joy couldn’t help but appear on his face.

  Delia opened her eyes, a lost, uncomprehending look within them. She looked around herself. There were so many people here.

  “Lord Beirut.” Delia breathed in astonishment, then immediately looked at Linley. “Linley, what happened?” After Delia had been hit by the technique, she had lost all consciousness. She had no idea what had happened in the following period of time.

  “Linley, why are you crying?” Delia felt completely baffled.

  Why was it that as soon as she had woken up, there were so many people present, including the Patriarch. And even Beirut had appeared!

  Tears uncontrollably fell down Linley’s face. The moment Delia woke up, Linley felt as though the world, which had turned dark, had suddenly regained its brightness. It had regained its color!

  “Delia!” Linley embraced Delia, hugging her tightly, afraid that he might lose her again.

  “Lord Prefect, you…you are a Paragon Highgod?” Gislason said.

  “Beirut, you…” Phusro said in astonishment as well.

  Beirut simply began to laugh loudly. “What are you people talking about? Can it be that if I’m not a Paragon Highgod, I won’t be able to control Sovereign’s Might?”

  Book 17, Indigo Prefecture – Chapter 52, Two Drops of Sovereign’s Might

  Phusro, Gislason, and everyone else were momentarily speechless.

  “Grandpa!”

  At this moment, Bebe immediately spoke out, his face filled with delight. “I know why they are puzzled. It is because everyone says…that according to legend, only a Highgod who has become a Paragon is able to perfectly control Sovereign’s Might.”

  Beirut looked around at the people within the room.

  “Legend…all of you know that is just a legend, right?” Beirut laughed calmly. “Paragon Highgods are able to do it, but does that necessarily mean that no other Highgods are able to do it? All of you are too rigid in your thinking!”

  Legends were nothing more than legends, after all!

  Reality wasn’t necessarily the same as legends.

  “Beirut…admirable, admirable. No wonder your almighty Sovereign values you so much.” Phusro laughed. Generally speaking, Emissaries were mere subordinates to their Sovereign. The death of a Sovereign’s Emissary just meant that the Sovereign could go find another one.

  But some Emissaries were exceedingly valued and held in high regard by their Sovereign.

  For example, Highgod Paragons. Although Beirut wasn’t a Highgod Paragon, his Sovereign still held him in extremely high regard.

  “Forget about me; your Sovereign values you greatly as well.” Beirut laughed.

  Phusro, hearing this, couldn’t help but laugh as well. That fire-type Sovereign had personally competed against him, starting with material attacks and spiritual attacks and moving to other aspects. Only at the very end did the fire-type S
overeign reveal his identity. For a Sovereign to lower himself to spar with Phusro…naturally, he didn’t view or treat Phusro as an ordinary chess piece.

  As Phusro and Beirut chatted, the four Patriarchs and Elders just stood there and listened, not daring to interject. After all, the two were both Sovereign’s Emissaries.

  Beirut turned to glance at Linley, and then instructed Gislason and the others, “Enough. Everyone, no need to keep crowding the two of them in this room. Linley and his wife undoubtedly have quite a few private words they want to share with each other. You can go out for now.”

  Only now did Gislason and the others come to their senses, and they hurriedly nodded.

  “Lord Prefect, Linley’s wife has been treated and cured thanks to your arrival. Tonight, our Four Divine Beasts clan will host a celebratory banquet for her cure and your arrival. What do you say?” Gislason said.

  “Alright then. Tonight, you can send someone over. For now, I want to chat with Bebe for a time.” Beirut laughed as he looked at Bebe, rubbing Bebe’s head.

  Bebe just cocked his head sideways, immediately dodging.

  “Lord Prefect!” Suddenly, a clear voice rang out. “There’s something I want to beg of you, Lord Prefect.”

  “Little Sis.” Gislason couldn’t help but hurriedly send through divine sense, “Let’s hurry up and leave.” Clearly, upon seeing that Beirut had already asked them to leave, it would be imprudent for them to stay.

  Beirut couldn’t help but frown, dissatisfied. He turned to look, and he saw that the speaker was the Grand Elder of the Azure Dragon clan. The Grand Elder clan said solemnly, “Lord Prefect, this time, quite a few others aside from Linley’s wife had also fainted, and their situation is the same as hers! I wonder, Lord Prefect, if you would be willing to help…”

  “Hmph!” Beirut let out a cold snort. His thick black eyebrows suddenly turned stiff, and his gaze turned cold as he looked at her.

  “Little Sis!” Gislason barked as well.

  “Laughable!”

  Beirut’s gaze drilled down towards the Grand Elder. “Saving a person uses up Sovereign’s Might! Uses up my own energy! It is easy for you to say…and what’s more, what do the lives of your people have to do with me? By your line of reasoning…whenever anyone in the entire Infernal Realm is wounded or in danger, I, Beirut, should appear and rescue them!”

  Seeing Beirut angered, the clan leaders and Elders of the Four Divine Beasts clan were shocked.

  Good heavens. The only reason why their Four Divine Beasts clan was able to survive here within the Skyrite Mountains was all because of Beirut. If Beirut simply stopped helping them, the entire Four Divine Beasts clan, under the combined attacks of their enemies, would be finished.

  Faced with Beirut’s anger, the Grand Elder didn’t dare to say another word either.

  “Lord Prefect, I apologize. My little sister is just worried about her clansmen.” Gislason said apologetically, and then immediately led everyone away.

  “Beirut, when you lost your temper, you frightened that female Elder so much, she didn’t dare say another word. Jeeze, Beirut. You could’ve just said no. Why lose your temper?” Phusro laughed. Beirut’s face returned to its normal, pleasant smiling expression as well.

  “Phusro, there’s no need to receive outsiders like them with a smile at all times. Otherwise, some people will go farther and farther out of bounds.” Beirut said with a calm laugh

  Beirut wasn’t the soft-hearted type. In the battles in the Yulan continent, no matter how many people died, Beirut hadn’t cared at all. As he saw it, life and death were both part of the laws of nature.

  Each person would eventually die.

  Deities would theoretically have an unlimited lifespan, true. But in the entire Infernal Realm, countless Deities were dying in battle each day. If they didn’t have a connection to him, why would he care about them and why would he intervene?

  “Grandpa, let’s go back.” Bebe urged.

  Beirut began to laugh. “Right. We’re disturbing Linley and his wife.”

  “Lord Beirut, thank you, truly.” Linley held Delia’s hand as he spoke words of gratitude towards Beirut. Beirut had saved Delia this time, yet there was nothing Linley could do to repay this.

  “Haha….” Beirut began to laugh. “Alright. I won’t disturb you two, husband and wife, any further.”

  Beirut immediately led Phusro and Bebe away, and in the entire room, only Linley and Delia remained.

  Within the room.

  Linley began to slowly explained what had happened in recent days to Delia. Delia just sat there listening. Although Linley was very calm when speaking, Delia could sense from Linley’s words how much terror and despair Linley had felt, as well as the excitement he had felt when hope had been birthed from despair.

  “Delia, if Lord Beirut hadn’t saved you this time…I really cannot even begin to imagine what the future would be like, after you died.” Linley sighed emotionally. “Training? Training for what? Even if I become powerful, what’s the point? Without you, no matter how powerful I am, what’s the point?”

  Delia’s death, to Linley, would have caused his future to fade to utter black.

  He wouldn’t have any hopes!

  He wouldn’t have any motivation!

  Hearing his words, Delia’s eyes glistened with moistness. She immediately stretched her arms out, hugging Linley. She hurriedly said, “Linley, say no more. I’m already healed now. I’m fine!”

  “Right. You are fine!”

  Linley stroked Delia’s face and nodded. “Delia, I have never been so excited, so happy, so energetic before! When I saw you open your eyes, when I saw the colors in your eyes…I felt as though my entire body was filled with life!”

  “For your sake, for our child’s sake, I will continue to strive hard to continuously improve myself, to become powerful!” Linley looked at Delia. “With you by my side, I fear nothing!”

  The tears began to roll down Delia’s face as she listened, but her face was covered with a smile of contentment and bliss.

  “Delia!” Linley stretched his hand out, and a drop of water-type Sovereign’s Might appeared. “This is water-type Sovereign’s Might. This time, if I had given you a drop of Sovereign’s Might early on, you wouldn’t have been in any danger. Fortunately, you are fine now, but I don’t want this sort of event to occur again. Take this drop of Sovereign’s Might!”

  “Linley, no…” Delia, upon seeing the Sovereign’s Might, immediately refused.

  “Take it!”

  Linley said solemnly, “Delia, after this event, I now understand that there will be times when I cannot protect you. By holding a drop of Sovereign’s Might, at a critical point in time, you will be able to preserve your own life. This Sovereign’s Might is highly effective in both soul defense and material defense. Delia, don’t refuse!”

  Delia looked at Linley. She knew him very well and understood his temper.

  “Fine. I’ll take it.” Delia didn’t refuse any further.

  Only now did a smile appear again on Linley’s face. He stretched his arm out, pulling Delia closer, and she nestled into his embrace. “After having lost something, one values it all the more. I’ve tasted loss once. I don’t want to taste it again!”

  “You won’t, you won’t.” A smile was on Delia’s face.

  “Right.”

  Linley said in acknowledgement. For a moment, both fell silent.

  And just like that, the two leaned against each other, sensing each other’s breathing, enjoying that warmth, that peace…

  That very night. The Skyrite Mountains. The four clan leaders of the Four Divine Beasts clan, a large group of Elders, and even many Elders who had lost their most powerful bodies were gathered together for a banquet. After all, the guest of honor this time was the savior of their Four Divine Beasts clan, the Lord Prefect of Indigo Prefecture!

  When they knew of the relationship between Beirut, Bebe, and Linley, all of them were shocked.

/>   Exchanging toasts and celebrating joyously, everyone drank together happily.

  “Elder Linley!” Gislason, seated on the throne at the front of the hall, said in a loud voice, “This time, you battled against eight Elders. Although you used up a drop of Sovereign’s Might, you also killed fully five of the enemy Seven Star Fiends.”

  Linley couldn’t help but look towards him..

  “I know that you specialize in the Laws of the Earth. This time, I had a meeting with the Patriarch of the Black Tortoise clan. Killing five enemy Elders is a major accomplishment. The clan thus bestows upon you two drops of Sovereign’s Might; one drop of water-type Sovereign’s Might, and one drop of earth-type Sovereign’s Might.” Gislason laughed as he spoke.

  “Linley, by using this earth-type Sovereign’s Might with your Gravitational Space technique, the power will be much greater.” A deep, rumbling voice rang out. It was the Black Tortoise Patriarch

  Linley hurriedly stood up, moving to the center of the hall.

  At the same time, Sovereign’s Might floated out from the hands of Gislason as well as the Black Tortoise Patriarch. One was a blue drop of water, while the other was an earthen yellow liquid. Linley immediately accepted them, storing them into his Coiling Dragon ring.

  “Thank you, Patriarchs.” Linley bowed.

  “After having rendered merits, one must be rewarded. This is the rule of the clan.” Gislason laughed. “Alright. Take your seat again. Everyone, keep drinking.”

  Phusro and Beirut, also seated in the front of the main hall, exchanged glances, then laughed.

  Below them, however, the unassuming Elder Forhan felt unhappiness in his heart.

  “Father.” Emanuel sent through divine sense.

  This was a major celebratory event, and so many people had come. The clan still held in great esteem those warriors who had lost their most powerful divine clones in battle and who in terms of power were no longer worth of being called ‘Elders’. These people still had a fairly high status within the clan, and they were invited to attend this banquet as well. Emanuel was one of them.