“No, that ancestor true dragon should be a noble gold, and this is something that can be said to be known by all dragons,” Yu Jiaojiao replied.

　　Song Shuhang: “…”

　　It unexpectedly was not the white dragon?

　　So, did it mean that the little white dragon on the mysterious island was not the same dragon who’d left those messages filled with resentment?

　　What a headache… what did Slow-Witted Song do in the ancient era? How many people did he offend? How many dragons did he mess with?

　　Could it be that Slow-Witted Song’s title of being “The Greatest Escapist” came from him honing his escaping skills while seeking death?

　　Song Shuhang asked, “Is that ancestor true dragon still alive?”

　　Yu Jiaojiao replied, “I don’t know, my clan hasn’t been able to contact that ancestor true dragon for a long time. However, it should still be alive. It was the dragon king in those years, and it had found its own way, becoming an Immortal. I haven’t heard of its fall, so it should still be somewhere in the universe.”

　　Song Shuhang nodded and opened the diary again to see what was written in it.

　　However, the ancient writings written in the diary were not accompanied by the ‘self-translation’ feature. As such, Song Shuhang could only barely recognize a few characters.

　　Song Shuhang asked, “Jiaojiao, what’s written over here?”

　　“I don’t know. I don’t know much about the ancient script. However, I’ve asked about it, and it seems to be about various chores.” Yu Jiaojiao paused for a moment, and then she said, “Do you think that there might be some opportunity hidden there? Want me to ask a teacher from the Dragon King Palace to translate it for me?”

　　“You can try,” Song Shuhang said with a smile as he closed the diary.

　　When he closed the diary, his heart suddenly moved.

　　His gaze fell on the back cover of the diary.

　　“Jiaojiao, the back cover of this diary is a bit weird,” Song Shuhang said.

　　Jiaojiao’s eyes suddenly brightened up, and she asked, “What’s weird about it?”

　　She felt that her opportunity might have come; the seniors in the group really did not speak wrongly. Song Shuhang had a lot of luck, and could even be considered a mini Venerable White. Moreover, compared to Venerable White, Song Shuhang’s luck was safer!

　　According to the calculations of a bored senior in the group, Song Shuhang had great luck, and it would not be the passersby that would land in dire straits every time, but rather Song Shuhang himself. In other words, if anyone wanted to get a piece of Song Shuhang’s Wi-Fi— wait, no… huge pie of luck, they would not have to worry about a meteor falling onto their head, and even if there were indeed meteors incoming, most of them would likely be aiming for Song Shuhang.

　　“Does the back cover of this diary look exactly like this in reality? I feel that there should also be some messages on this back cover. If you’re free, can you go and check the diary again?” Song Shuhang said.

　　“Give me a minute, I’ll go back to check on this diary immediately,” Yu Jiaojiao said.

　　“You can still go and check on the diary while in this dream state?” Song Shuhang said in surprise.

　　Yu Jiaojiao laughed, and said, “You’re the one dreaming, not me. I’m still awake. Now give me a moment.”

　　Song Shuhang: “…”

　　After about 30 seconds.

　　Yu Jiaojiao’s voice rang out again, but there was a sense of loss that could be heard in her tone. “Sure enough, there are messages, but not opportunities.”

　　Song Shuhang asked, “What is it?”

　　Yu Jiaojiao said, “Wait for me. I’ll update the memory in my head. Place the diary back on the bookshelf first, then take it back out and open it.”

　　Song Shuhang: “…” Jiaojiao, is your brain a computer?

　　However, he still listend to her words and placed the diary back, and then took it back out.

　　This time, he quickly flipped through the diary and went to look at the back cover.

　　After staring at the bottom of the cover for a moment, a string of text immediately appeared.

　　The handwriting this time, although still written in the script of the ancient language, was slanted and unsightly.

　　[Wahahaha, you idiot, if you die one day, I will release 3000 fireworks to celebrate. Of course I’d feel ecstatic. If you die, then I don’t have to worry about getting beaten anymore.]

　　Song Shuhang: “…”

　　All of a sudden, the ‘slightly sad’ atmosphere that the ancestor true dragon had created was completely destroyed.

　　There was only one phrase that remained in Song Shuhang’s mind—seeking death!

　　If the ancestral golden dragon saw Slow-Witted Song’s response, then it would definitely cut some people up, and go hunting all over the world. Disregarding the ancestral golden dragon, even when it was Song Shuhang who saw the reply, his temple exploded and he felt a great desire to cut people up.

　　Yu Jiaojiao said, “The only thing that can be said about this reply is that it shows that he suffers from the Thrice Reckless Disease.”

　　Song Shuhang responded, “Cough, this was in the ancient era. Even if Senior Thrice Reckless was more powerful, he couldn’t have possibly spread the Thrice Reckless disease over time and space.”

　　Yu Jiaojiao continued, “Then let’s use another name, ancient Thrice Reckless Disease.”

　　Song Shuhang said, “Okay.”

　　But right after he said that, Song Shuhang’s heart suddenly moved.

　　This sentence was a reply by Slow-Witted Song.

　　That meant… After the Dragon King Palace had already been established, Slow-Witted Song had sneaked into this place and found the ancestral golden dragon’s message. Then, he had used the same method which the ancestral golden dragon used to write a reply.

　　Slow-Witted Song… purposely rushed back to the Dragon King Palace just to reply to ancestral golden dragon’s message?

　　If that was the case… then maybe Slow-Witted Song’s reply couldn’t just be taken at face value.

　　The relationship of friendship or love between the two was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

　　In addition, there was one thing that could be seen from the comments of Slow-Witted Song––Slow-Witted Song was not able to beat ancestral golden dragon, with him being the one who was always on the receiving end.

　　“Are there still any other messages?” Song Shuhang said. “In addition, Jiaojiao, can you check the plaque, the painting, and the halved wooden statue again in a while? Slow-Witted Song was able to reply to the message in the diary, maybe there are still other comments on all the other objects, just that they are hidden in somewhere else.”

　　Yu Jiaojiao said, “That makes sense, but is it necessary to do so? I feel that the messages he left behind were simply seeking death.”

　　Song Shuhang shook his head, and said, “This Slow-Witted Song is not as simple as you might think.”

　　Slow-Witted Song was very likely to be his ghost spirit, and although it was still a guess, he thought that it had traveled through space and time… After all, such a thing should have only been limited to novels, movies, and television.

　　Therefore, Song Shuhang could only tell Yu Jiaojiao what he did know. “This Slow-Witted Song existed during the period of the ancient Heavenly City, and he seems to have a lot to do with many of the big names there. As far as I know, there are several Immortals and Tribulation Transcenders that know Slow-Witted Song. In addition, looking at the messages here, it can be seen that the relationship between Slow-Witted Song and the ancestral golden dragon was very unusual. Perhaps we can figure something out from reading their messages and replies to one another, and if we do figure something out, it seems to be likely that there will be a pair of opportunities.”

　　“That makes sense.” Yu Jiaojiao nodded. “Then, I’ll take you to the next place with a message while I go back and look at the plaque, painting and halved wooden statue.”

　　Having said that, Yu Jiaojiao guided Song Shuhang, shuttling through the world of mosaics.

　　Finally, Song Shuhang arrived at a large jade bed.

　　Song Shuhang curiously said, “And where is this?” As there were mosaics everywhere, he had no idea what or which room he was staying in.

　　“This is a cultivation spot in the Dragon King Palace. This jade bed was where the ancestral golden dragon slept, causing there to be a lot of lingering dragon aura on it. For us descendants with dragon bloodlines, staying near this jade bed as we practice would allow us to practice with greater efficiency, and purify our bloodline as well, “Yu Jiaojiao said. “Anyway, like before, look at the lower right corner of the bed.”

　　The ancestral golden dragon must have had obsessive-compulsive disorder—its messages were always at the lower right corner of objects.

　　Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a moment, and then a string of text flashed before his eyes.

　　[Hey, Slow-Witted Song, I’m pregnant.]

　　Song Shuhang: “Pfff~”

　　This couldn’t be Slow-Witted Song’s fault, right?

　　If so, was Slow-Witted Song already fertile? So, he was no longer a ghost spirit? Or… was his previous guess wrong, and Slow-Witted Song was actually not his ghost spirit?

　　Song Shuhang said, “Jiaojiao, is there a reply on this jade bed?”

　　Yu Jiaojiao said, “I didn’t pay attention. Just continue checking it out while I go and check it out again.”

　　Song Shuhang stared at the jade bed and inspected it closely.

　　Song Shuhang quickly said, “Here, there’s something different beside the bed. Jiaojiao, prioritize checking the bed and see what the reply on it is.”

　　“Wait for a while,” Yu Jiaojiao said.

　　After saying that, Yu Jiaojiao, who was in the Dragon King Palace, quickly went to the jade bed.

　　A few minutes later.

　　Yu Jiaojiao’s voice resounded. “Updated, close your eyes and then look at it again. But… this reply is just like the other one, and isn’t an opportunity.”

　　Jiaojiao’s voice was a little disappointed, but there was also joy in her tone—she was actually quite happy.

　　Treasure hunting was boring to play alone. However, if you had a companion, then it became a lot more interesting with the communication involved.

　　Song Shuhang closed his eyes and then opened them again.

　　Then, he saw Slow-Witted Song’s staggering response.

　　[Hey, wait, if you leave such a message, it will cause misunderstanding for those of future generations! Speak clearly, it is definitely not mine. We…] There should have still been writing on the back, but it seemed to have been erased by Slow-Witted Song.

　　Song Shuhang: “…”

　　The ancestral golden dragon was pregnant. From the messages between her and Slow-Witted Song, it seemed that this child was not Slow-Witted Song’s child? However… Song Shuhang got a faint feeling that this child still had something to do with Slow-Witted Song.

　　“Any other messages?” Song Shuhang asked.

　　With this series of messages and replies, the image of a pair of enemies formed in the minds of Song Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao.

　　“There is one last place,” Yu Jiaojiao said. “I’ll guide you there… while I, myself, am also going to the same place.”

　　The last one was a big drum, but this drum had no skin.

　　This time, Song Shuhang looked towards the lower right corner of the drum without even needing Yu Jiaojiao’s reminder.

　　[It’s almost time. I’ve been waiting for you for 13 years, idiot, but you still have not stepped into the Dragon King Palace. I’m leaving, maybe I will meet the Great Northern Emperor. If one day I see you again, I will definitely kill you. You wretched scum, I’m really going to kill you. At that time, I will use your skin for this drum.]

　　Song Shuhang inspected the drum carefully, pointed to the bottom of the drum, and said, “Here!”

　　He seemed to have a close relationship with Slow-Witted Song and could always find where his hidden messages were.

　　Yu Jiaojiao said, “Updated, close your eyes and then open them again.”

　　[I wish you success in your plans.] was Slow-Witted Song’s message.

　　Song Shuhang pinched his chin as he reminisced on the Great Northern Emperor, and that was when he realized something.