That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Chapter 36 The Crown Prince of the Divine Dragon Dynasty

Lin Zhifeng was happy with what he had gained, but at the same time, he was worried about tiring the treasure-hunting rat.

So in the afternoon, he decided to put the treasure-hunting mouse away—into the ring where he had previously kept the queen bee—so that it could get some rest.

But the treasure-hunting mouse was not happy.

The treasure-hunting mouse says: "I can rest, but I don't want to go into the storage ring. I am an intelligent, higher being; being locked in a storage ring is like being caged. That's not good for my mental health."

Lin Zhifeng hadn't expected it to have so many ideas, and finding it amusing, he naturally went along with it.

You have to pamper your own pet!

So the treasure-hunting mouse, exhausted from its treasure hunt, sat down on Lin Zhifeng's left shoulder. Hehe, it didn't even have to walk anymore, feeling quite pleased with itself.

Lin Zhifeng decided to slack off a bit, claiming he was giving the opportunity to the other brothers, and the two of them leisurely followed behind the team.

As they walked, they encountered another group of people.

This is the fourth group of people from other sects they have encountered since entering the secret realm.

The group was led by a young man dressed in a yellow robe with four dragon claws. His entourage was all dressed in black. Judging from the humble and respectful attitude of the black-clad men towards their leader, their relationship was likely not a simple superior-subordinate one, but rather resembled that of a master and servant in feudal society.

Sure enough, Lin Zhifeng soon confirmed his own speculation with Lin Jun.

The person opposite him was Longquan, the crown prince of the Divine Dragon Dynasty, the only feudal dynasty in the cultivation continent.

Lin Zhifeng was taken aback by the dynasty's tacky name. And the crown prince's name sounded like a sword! Were they all so good at naming things?

The two sects met, their leaders greeted each other, and then they should have gone their separate ways.

Unexpectedly, the Dragon Prince not only didn't leave, but instead parted the crowd and headed towards Lin Zhifeng.

Lin Zhifeng, hidden in the center of the crowd, was speechless...

"It's not what I thought, is it? He wasn't coming towards me, was he? Is all of this just a coincidence?" Lin Zhifeng began to mutter to himself.

The treasure-hunting mouse whispered in his ear, "Of course he's not coming for you! He's coming for me." Then, the treasure-hunting mouse grabbed Lin Zhifeng's head with its two little paws and said to him very seriously, "You can't sell me to anyone else."

Lin Zhifeng said, "Of course not. Do I look like someone who's that short of money?"

The treasure-hunting rat looked Lin Zhifeng up and down with disdain: from his clothes to his accessories, there wasn't a single valuable item on him, except for the ring on his hand.

If Lin Zhifeng knew what it was thinking, he would have to tell it—that ring wasn't mine either; it was a gift from his martial uncle.

While the two of them were whispering to each other, that so-called Dragon Prince had already walked up to Lin Zhifeng.

Longquan's gaze was completely focused on the treasure-hunting rat, and he didn't even bother to glance at Lin Zhifeng.

He examined it for a long time before saying, "This little pet of yours is quite nice; I, the Crown Prince, have taken a liking to it. Name your price?"

Lin Zhifeng didn't respond. "What kind of thing is this that you can just name a price for? If you like it, catch it yourself. This is a treasure-hunting rat that I made a contract with myself. Why should I sell it to you?"

Seeing that Lin Zhifeng remained silent for a long time, Longquan turned his gaze away from the treasure-hunting rat and gave some attention to the rat's former owner.

Yes, he was determined to get his hands on the treasure-hunting rat and already considered himself its master.

“I’ve got my eye on this little mouse. Name your price!” Longquan said, looking directly into Lin Zhifeng’s eyes.

Lin Zhifeng smiled slightly, his eyes curving into two crescent moons, and chuckled, "Sorry, this rat isn't for sale."

"One thousand high-grade spirit stones," Longquan said, waving a finger in front of Lin Zhifeng.

"Do not sell!"

Longquan raised the price again: "Ten thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Lin Zhifeng still said, "Not for sale."

Longquan smiled and said, "One hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Lin Zhifeng still said, "Not for sale."

"One million high-grade spiritual stones."

Lin Zhifeng wouldn't sell it no matter how high the price was offered, and the disciples of the Sword Sect all gasped in shock.

This treasure-hunting rat is a good thing, valuable, but no one expected it to be this valuable.

It's hard to say whether the current sect leader and elders of the Sword Sect can individually possess personal assets of a million high-grade spirit stones.

However, what everyone admired was that the Dragon Prince was a wealthy man with so many spirit stones, not that they supported Lin Zhifeng selling the Treasure-Seeking Rat to him.

The Sword Sect members may be poor, but they're not as short-sighted. Money, no matter how much, will eventually run out, but the benefits of rats are inexhaustible.

The Dragon Prince over there has already increased his investment to ten million spirit stones.

Lin Zhifeng remained unmoved.

Longquan was truly anxious this time. He needed the treasure-hunting rat very much, and he was determined to get it. But the other party was offering ten million high-grade spirit stones, and he wouldn't sell. What could he do?

One of Longquan's subordinates was also at the Nascent Soul stage. Confident in his late-stage Nascent Soul realm, he felt they didn't need to be so polite to Lin Zhifeng. He figured they could sell if they could, and if not, they'd just steal.

Therefore, after Lin Zhifeng refused his master Longquan once again, he stepped forward without ceremony, drew his Divine Dragon Blade, and pointed the tip at Lin Zhifeng, saying, "Our master is only willing to trade with you now because we are all from major sects. If you don't know what's good for you, then let's settle this with our fists. Not only will the spirit stones be gone and the rats be robbed, but people might also get into trouble!"

Lin Zhifeng took a step back, pretending to be scared, and said in a cheeky tone, "Oh dear, I'm so scared!"

He dared to do this because he believed in Ding Mo's strength. Moreover, Longquan's lackey was indeed annoying; if he could beat him, he would definitely beat him to a pulp.

The guard, feeling humiliated by Lin Zhifeng's mockery, brandished his sword, ready to attack Lin Zhifeng.

Before he could even raise his knife, it was suppressed by a sharp sword, making it difficult for him to lift it even an inch higher.

It was Ding Mo who made the move. He teleported in front of Lin Zhifeng and used the Dragon Roar Sword to suppress the guard's blade.

The guard had already noticed that the leader of the Sword Sect was a young man in the Nascent Soul stage. However, he was confident that his cultivation was two minor realms higher than Ding Mo's and didn't take Ding Mo seriously at all.

He was suppressed in less than a single move; his opponent was incredibly strong! That man was clearly only a young man under thirty. He himself was considered a genius among the citizens of the Divine Dragon Dynasty, yet he only broke through to the Nascent Soul stage in his fifties, and now, nearing a hundred, he had only reached the late Nascent Soul stage. And he couldn't even last a single round against him?

How could this not inspire envy and jealousy?

The guard was not a magnanimous person to begin with, and now he was even more unable to think straight. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that even his most skilled guard was in such a state, Longquan feared he was about to suffer a qi deviation. A rare hint of panic appeared on his arrogant face.

Ding Mo did not sheath his sword, but stared at Long Quan, saying calmly, word by word, "Crown Prince Long, the things of our Sword Sect are not for sale if we say we won't sell them. No one can force us. Please leave!"

Seeing that they wouldn't listen to his threats or persuasion, Longquan had no choice but to soften his tone and change his expression, earnestly pleading, "Fellow senior brothers of the Sword Sect, our Divine Dragon Dynasty truly needs this Treasure-Seeking Rat. This matter concerns the rise and fall of our dynasty. I apologize for my previous negligence."

"I won't sell it either," Lin Zhifeng interjected, peeking out from behind Ding Mo, then sticking his tongue out at Longquan. He truly embodied the proverb "the fox borrows the tiger's power" vividly.

Longquan realized that if he didn't get the treasure-hunting rat, he wouldn't be able to go back and report.

His brothers are all waiting to kick him while he's down.

At that point, it's uncertain whether he'll be able to retain his position as crown prince.

So Longquan used his ultimate weapon of sincerity—he directly told everyone about his miserable situation.

He said, “Our dynasty has lasted for thousands of years thanks to the inheritance of the divine dragon bloodline. However, due to the passage of time and the dilution of the bloodline, there are no heirs in the royal family of the dynasty who have awakened the divine dragon bloodline by our generation. Although I am now the crown prince, if I cannot awaken the divine dragon bloodline before my father abdicates, then the position of crown prince will have to be changed.”