Chapter 39: Bai Jiao surrenders and is given the name Bai Yujie
The Human Emperor Banner flew out from Meng Chen's body. The banner cloth depicting the scenery of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers fluttered lightly, and mysterious energy continuously diffused out, lingering around the banner body in a myriad of threads.

With a light pinch of the magic formula, two rays of mysterious light shot out from the Human Emperor Banner. One fell on the Lishui Spirit Dragon, and the other shot into the body of Madam Qin beside her, providing her with an insurance policy as well.

After imprinting the soul in the body of the Lishui Spirit Dragon, Meng Chen asked Lin Nihuang to let it go.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this Li Jiao is only four meters long. In fact, this is its shrunken form. At the Nascent Soul stage, it is at least forty meters long.

The Lishui spirit dragon fell to the ground, its cultivation sealed, unable to cause any influence on Meng Chen. Its green eyes stared at him viciously, its mouth slightly opened, breathing out cold air, while a mature female voice of exasperation came out.

"Human monk, I am the Demon King of Qiongshan. If you dare to kill me, the demon clan will never let you go!"

"Shut up." Meng Chen showed displeasure when he heard that. With a thought, he activated the soul seal in the body of the Lishui Spirit Dragon.

The soul seal restriction took effect, and Bai Jiao immediately felt waves of severe pain in his soul, which was unbearable and difficult to suppress. He rolled on the ground in pain, twisting his body like a loach, and let out a shrill roar that echoed in the Immortal King's Palace.

After a while, the soul seal restriction stopped taking effect. Bai Jiao had been tortured to the point of being on the verge of death. He lay on the ground like a slug, unable to move.

But even though the white dragon was tortured to this point, it did not choose to surrender. It stared at Meng Chen with its eyes fixed, and roared at him, showing great toughness, saying intermittently:
"Human, human cultivator, don't think that I will submit to you. Even if I die, I will never be your mount!"

When Meng Chen heard this, a hint of disdain flashed across his silver eyes.

"Whether you agree or refuse, I don't care. It's just a mount. There are plenty of alternatives. It's a pity that your thousand years of cultivation will be destroyed in an instant because of your one wrong thought."

“When I kill you, I will peel off your dragon scales to make armor, take your dragon pills to make medicine, extract your dragon tendons to make strings, and use your dragon bones to make wine. As for your soul, I will burn it with the underworld fire for tens of millions of years until your soul is gone…”

As he spoke, Meng Chen raised his hand, and a ball of thunder condensed in his palm. Lightning flashed and crackled, and the air was filled with an aura of destruction, which was extremely terrifying.

Seeing the destructive thunder ball about to fall, Bai Jiao's pupils contracted violently, and his miserable appearance after death emerged in his mind.

The white jade dragon scales that it has carefully maintained for hundreds of years will be stripped off, the dragon pills that have been nurtured for thousands of years will be taken away to make medicine, and its tendons and bones will be extracted, leaving no trace of its body, and even its soul will not be spared!

Just thinking about it was unacceptable.

no! Absolutely not!
"Stop! I promise you!"

The white dragon could not accept the tragic scene after its death. It opened its mouth wide and begged for mercy. It was not afraid of death, but it was afraid that death would be more miserable than life, then its death would be in vain!

The thunder ball stopped in front of the white dragon's forehead, and then slowly dissipated. Meng Chen saw that it changed its mind and surrendered, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. It was indeed a person who would not cry until he saw the coffin, and would not kneel until he took action.

Then he pointed at the white dragon's brow and transmitted the image of a female star in his previous life to it, and said:

"From now on, you will be my mount. I give you the name Bai Yujie. You must transform according to the form I have passed on to you."

When the demon race's cultivation reaches the Golden Core stage, they can transform into humans. However, they cannot transform out of thin air. They use the humans they have seen in their memories as a reference and transform into a similar human form.

The human template that Meng Chen transmitted to Bai Jiao (Bai Yujie) was a very famous female star named Liu in his previous life, who also played Bai Suzhen.

Although the white dragon was very reluctant in its heart, the situation was now stronger than it could be, so it had to lower its head and submit to Meng Chen.

I saw a hazy light emerging from the surface of the white dragon, covering its body, and its shape gradually changed.

After a while, as the light faded, what came into view was a snow-white jade body, without a single piece of clothing.

Bai Yujie transformed successfully. She slowly raised her head, and her face was exactly the same as the star template given by Meng Chen, except that she was less fragile, more cold and stern, and a little arrogant.

"Put it on."

Meng Chen transformed a Thousand Illusion Spiritual Robe into a plain white skirt that was elegant and dignified.

After putting on the skirt, Bai Yujie looked exactly like the actress who played Bai Suzhen in Meng Chen's past life. Meng Chen waved the Emperor Banner and took Lin Nihuang into it, leaving Madam Qin and Bai Yujie waiting outside.

He returned to the inner hall, sealed the Nine-Leaf Heavenly Heart Lotus with the Lingyu Treasure Box, and imposed several restrictions on the treasure box to preserve the vitality of the Heavenly Heart Lotus to the greatest extent possible to prevent it from withering.

In a sacred courtyard on Qianyuan Mountain, several Qianyuan Sect disciples gathered together, each holding a fragment of a map in their hands, and discussed with great interest.

"Brother Zuo, when are we going to go treasure hunting?"

Senior Brother Zuo: "Although Tianhuang Realm is not as big as Tiannanzhou, the danger level here is no less than that of the Ten Thousand Demons Mountains. It is better to find out more first, and then it will not be too late to set off."

"Should we inform Senior Brother Meng?"

The disciple next to Senior Brother Zuo asked, and several other disciples also looked at Senior Brother Zuo. He was silent for a while and shook his head.

"No need for that. We can't rely on Brother Meng for everything. We can just go by ourselves."

Hearing this, several disciples looked at each other and didn't say anything more. After all, the treasure was limited, and if there was one more person to share it with, they would get less.

After the discussion, they returned to their respective courtyards. One disciple, seeing that no one was following him secretly, turned and went to the Immortal King Palace.

"You two, I am Qi Fengen, a disciple of Qianyuan Sect. Please inform Brother Meng that I have something important to discuss with you."

Qi Fengen bowed to Madam Qin and Bai Yujie and explained his purpose. Madam Qin asked him to wait for a moment while she went to report to the Immortal Lord.

Madam Qin walked outside the inner hall and said softly, "My Lord, a disciple named Qi Fengen wants to see you. He said he has something important to report."

Meng Chen, who was meditating, opened his eyes slowly when he heard this. He felt that the name Qi Fengen sounded familiar. He had heard it somewhere before, and immediately said:

"Let him in."

Mrs. Qin replied, "Yes."

"The Immortal Lord lets you in." Madam Qin returned to the palace gate and said to Qi Fengen who was waiting. He nodded and walked quickly into the inner palace.

When Qi Fengen saw Meng Chen meditating, he clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully, and greeted him, "Qi Fengen, a disciple of Qinglan Peak, greets Lord Qingxiao."

"It is you."

When he saw Qi Fengen, Meng Chen remembered who he was. He was a disciple he had rescued in that ancient secret realm.

Seeing that Qing Xiaojun still remembered him, Qi Fengen showed joy on his face and said quickly: "Thank you for saving my life. I came here to repay you."

After saying this, he took out a fragment of the map from his arms, handed it to Meng Chen with both hands, and explained:
"Lord Qingxiao, before entering the Tianhuang Realm, I once obtained a fragment of the map, which is said to be related to Lord Tianhuang. I and several other disciples who have the fragment of the map are going to go treasure hunting in a while. Feng En knows that his strength is low, and this treasure may not be mine, so I want to present it to you to repay your life-saving grace."

"Is this so?"

Meng Chen took a look at the incomplete map that Qi Fengen presented to him. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that it was different, so he took it in front of him through the air.

Although the remaining picture looks old, the inside is very new and does not look like an old picture.

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PS: Ahem, please be more subtle in your comments and don’t go too far.

(End of this chapter)