Chapter 97: Reclaiming the Number One Spot on the Weapon Rankings Through the Power of Money!

Outside, the ominous aura above the Rebellious Dragon Pearl coalesced into a colossal red-maned black dragon, radiating unparalleled majesty, instilling terror so profound that neither side on the ground dared to move.

Though the plan had clearly drawn a substantial amount of flood dragon energy, gradually loosening the boundary that had trapped him for so long, he found no joy in it whatsoever.

“Something’s wrong! The flood dragon energy in the well is clearly accumulating, so why can’t my ‘Nine Dragons Spitting Pearls Formation’ absorb any more? This isn’t nearly enough—I need far more to break into the upper third rank! Why is the flood dragon energy I obtained after Lady Yan replenished the formation even less than before? Where exactly lies the problem?”

At this stage, whether commanded by the noble using the “Nine Provinces Society Talisman” or Pu Shouying relentlessly urging the “Shan Hai Stirring Dragon Scripture,” the energy trickled out like oil being squeezed drop by drop.

Only when the great tide of flood dragon energy from the East Sea’s oceanic vortex receded, losing its cover, did the true culprit, “naked and exposed,” have to reveal itself above the surface.

By then, the half-fish, half-dragon aura that had originally enveloped Wang Cheng had completely transformed into a full dragon form—the Horned Wood Dragon.

The quantitative change had wrought a qualitative transformation; even the nine flood dragons left behind as historical detritus, alive or not, could not match the purity of his dragon energy.

So much so that the bought “dried fish” disguise could no longer hide the vast flood dragon aura emanating from him.

To the onlookers outside the tower, beside Yan Yunxiao’s silver dragon, another lithe azure dragon shadow rose, blue and white flashing in brilliant contrast.

A blue and a white, like two well-fed “larvae” noisily chewing their way through.

“Burp—!”

With an unexpected belch from somewhere, the “Nine Dragons Spitting Pearls Formation” abruptly ceased, catching both the noble and Pu Shouying off guard.

After six or seven years of scheming, betrayal, and relentless toil, the harvest was less than half of what was anticipated—so disheartening it brought one to the verge of vomiting blood.

The two humanoid figures, one blue, one white, flickered simultaneously, appearing atop the tower.

Seeing the two perfectly unharmed—or rather, flushed with a radiant red glow—on the Rebellious Dragon Pearl, a furious blaze erupted atop it. The noble, frantic with rage, shouted:

“Lady Yan! Wang Fugui! Tell me, where is my dragon energy? Where have you hidden it?”

Meanwhile, Huang Yuanzhou, who had been on the brink of despair, gradually grew excited as he watched them:

“How can there be two living flood dragon energies in this well? Lady Yan, a flood dragon earth deity and daughter of Lord Yan, is one thing, but how can Brother Fugui also bear such a commanding aura befitting a noble lord?

Even searching the remote, rugged lands of Minzhou Zhi, where mountains and rivers divide the fields, characters like this could be counted on one hand. Could it be—”

His wet nurse, the clam woman Shui Rou, silently supplied the rest in his mind:

“There is only one answer: ‘Wang Fugui’ is actually our own Crown Prince Wang Cheng!

Once this piece falls into place, everything becomes clear.

The prince never hid away; he has been fighting alongside us all this time. He has truly grown up.”

After a long period of solitary struggle and hard work, the clam woman’s eyes reddened with emotion as if reward had come all at once.

Wang Cheng atop the tower smiled and nodded politely at them, then turned and courteously cupped his hands toward the Rebellious Dragon Pearl opposite him in the sky:

“Burp, sorry, I overate a bit. Many thanks for the feast. Next time there’s a gathering, be sure to call on me again.”

He had never experienced such a sumptuous banquet in his life—feasting and taking was truly delightful.

Neither the noble nor Pu Shouying were fools; what Huang Yuanzhou and the clam woman guessed, they could discern as well.

After their initial anger, reason reclaimed their minds.

To the politely smiling Wang Cheng, they shouted a name known to all in Moon Harbor these past months:

“You’re not Wang Fugui! You are Crown Prince Wang Cheng of Jinghai!

We searched for you for months, but you were hiding right under our noses, stirring up trouble under a false identity, playing our fools like puppets.”

Though at this time, revealing his true identity was inconvenient—Wang Cheng still needed more time to mature.

But since he had already set his sights on the stratagem “Repair the plank roads openly, secretly cross the Chu Cang,” a small-scale exposure of identity was no longer a concern.

He simply discarded the “Wang Fugui” disguise and revealed his true face.

The scene erupted into uproar.

Among the gentry faction, especially Wei Zhong, the “Executor” sent to capture him, instinctively stepped back.

It was hard to believe that this young man was the very target he had been assigned to apprehend for months.

From the start of the confrontation between the gentry and commoners, hearing this youth’s passionate speeches for justice, he realized he had been played for a fool all along.

Mixed with shame and anger was a subtle fear he scarcely admitted even to himself.

Huang Yuanzhou, full of excitement, led his men in a deep salute to Wang Cheng:

“Young shipmaster, old Huang knew you were destined for greatness. I suspected your true identity long ago.”

The little fat man grinned obsequiously:

“Such a brilliant and valiant young man—besides our prince, who else in Moon Harbor could possibly rise so quickly?

Others’ disguises may hide your face, but not your commanding aura. Honestly, I wanted to worship ‘Wang Fugui’ at first sight.”

Wang Cheng smiled:

“Old Huang, no wonder you became one of the Twenty-Four Generals at such a young age. I’m eager to compete with gifted talents like you.”

The eldest among them addressed him as Young Shipmaster, signaling intimacy.

Others hailed him “Crown Prince,” and with this single revelation, it seemed as if the Jinghai Crown Prince had returned to his loyal Moon Harbor.

Morale soared.

“Crown Prince Wang of Jinghai” represented the most legitimate authority over the East Sea, while “Wang Fugui” was the comrade who fought beside them with remarkable achievements.

Separately, neither title carried this weight.

Together, they produced a wondrous chemical effect.

With rank, ability, and trustworthy allies like Lady Yan and the Zhui Sui Hall officials, who in Wufeng Banner or the Eastern Sea Kingdom dared to question their lord’s loyalty or scorn their master?

Led by Huang Yuanzhou, Wufeng Banner raised their arms in triumphant cries:

“The Crown Prince has returned, the blue sky for the boat people returns with him!”

“If only the prince had died alongside his father when the lord landed; today, even if the emperor himself comes, we will bathe him in blood!”

“To die in service of the prince!”

Though the gentry faction had a fourth-rank “Dragon Scion” in formation, their spirit was utterly overshadowed by Wufeng Banner’s fervor.

Such is the power of the people’s hearts; mountains and seas can be moved!

Wang Cheng returned the salute with a fist to these brothers tested by fire and blood.

“Thanks for your support, brothers. Once we drive away the invaders, I will catch up with all of you.”

Seeing Wang Cheng casually turn this solemn occasion into a grand reunion, the noble and Pu Shouying’s faces darkened as if they might weep.

“Having searched high and low with no luck, yet this came easily. Since the Nine Dragons Spitting Pearls Formation failed, we’ll draw the energy manually.

Kill those two, tear off their sinews and skin! All the missing flood dragon energy must be on them.

In my life, I hate corrupt officials the most—especially those bold enough to steal from me. Not even the gods can save you.”

They, a fourth-rank and a fifth-rank official, could easily subdue a fifth and a seventh-rank. The Wufeng Banner, highest rank six, were not even worth their notice.

Yet, no sooner had they spoken than Yan Yunxiao dashed out of the locking dragon well.

With a dragon’s roar, she transformed into her true flood dragon form.

She charged directly at Pu Shouying, also a fifth-rank official.

The massive creature, over ten zhang long, moved like an avalanche or a tsunami—unstoppable.

Pu Shouying’s face paled. He hadn’t expected her to strike him first. Was she trying to use the noble’s hand to kill Wang Cheng and monopolize the flood dragon energy?

It was the only explanation he could fathom.

He was about to open the fourth and fifth gates of the Eight Gates, using a delaying tactic to hold out for a few breaths until a fourth-rank “Dragon Scion” could come to encircle Lady Yan.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yunxiao uttered clearly from afar:

“Decree: Confirmed!”

“You only hold the strongest post, Dragon Scion?!!”

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