Despite having heard about the discrimination within the Dragon Race, experiencing it firsthand, Li Aozi still felt quite embarrassed.

Generally speaking, the roots of discrimination stem from differences in wealth, status, appearance, and culture, or simply put, inequality. But within the Dragon Race, the discrimination comes from birthright.

What does this system resemble?

The discrimination of orthodox Spiritual Warriors towards Cannon Fodder Deities.

After engaging with Earth's culture, Li Aozi could accurately categorize this rule of discrimination with a term:

That is, caste.

Within the lineage of the Dragon Race, the Radiant Dragon is supreme, with the Silver Dragon and Golden Dragon, those innate noble dragon kinds, naturally belonging to the ruling class just below the Radiant Dragon. Whether you like it or not, as a Golden Silver Dragon, you must exercise power according to these rules.

In certain remote places, dragons of humble origin, even if they have evolved all the way up, are expressly forbidden to look at or touch high nobles.

Li Aozi didn't deliberately disguise himself, only curious if the rumors were true, as he planned to undermine Redd Gold in the future and had to understand the foundation of society.

Now it seems that the rumors were not exaggerated at all but rather too conservative.

Just because he was reluctant to mention his origin and species, two High Dragon Race members from the Empire and the Temple began to aggressively confront him, speaking sarcastically without any awkwardness.

Clearly, they themselves had even changed their nationality, yet looked down on a 'Dragon Race' member of unknown origin.

Yachi the Golden Dragon stood up for him, only to be incited to join in criticizing Li Aozi.

[It seems that when the Judgment Day arrived, the Void Overlords didn't slay enough dragons.]

Li Aozi shook his head.

He rarely would use the word deserved to evaluate a civilization or species, as every species tends to have a few heroic individuals striving against annihilation, but from the Dragon Race's situation and performance, they completely deserved such an evaluation.

Yachi the Golden Dragon Monk was so infuriated by these two that he laughed. After a few arguments, finding the opposition completely unreasonable, he simply ignored them and returned to his seat.

He looked up at Li Aozi, who was resting his chin, appearing unperturbed, as if the whole affair had nothing to do with him, and then said:

"Sorry, I didn't expect the environment of Border Abyss to be so..."

"Each place has its customs and traditions, which is understandable."

Li Aozi said, taking Beatrice's hand off, removing the fingers, and oiling the ball joints one by one.

"The less civilized a place is, the more it emphasizes lineage, origin, and relations. We civilized people generally adhere to legal and moral principles—though some people might get outraged if you tell them that."

As soon as he said this, the Western Demons' Oprelli immediately realized it was an insult towards himself and sneered, crossing his arms:

"That's quite interesting—Miss Cecilia, I'm curious about something, if Narrative Civilization isn't considered civilized, then is a wanderer of unknown origins considered civilized?"

"Mr. Oprelli, what you're saying is really impolite."

The Silver Dragon Matriarch criticized:

"It's my fault. If we judge someone because of their poor origins, then we too are not civilized people."

"I didn't name any names, yet someone's feeling personally attacked?"

Li Aozi reattached Beatrice's hand, removed her head, and looked directly at their position, showing no signs of backing down.

"Or are you just getting anxious?"

The Midnight Lord Naija looked coldly at the confrontation between the younger ones, sipping tea on the side.

As an elder from the Troll Empire era, he had no patience or interest in these trivial matters.

As the tension continued to rise, Li Aozi suddenly tilted his head and asked:

"Have we reached 107 Megan Street?"

The Golden Dragon Monk was taken aback and glanced outside:

"Just arrived."

"That's good." Li Aozi nodded, tossing the head to Beatrice: "Take the head and luggage, we're getting off."

"Hey, wait, Li Aozi, where are you going?"

Before the Golden Dragon Monk could finish speaking, Oprelli immediately said sarcastically:

"Oh? Giving up so soon."

"It's all my fault." The Matriarch said regretfully: "I never expected things to escalate this far..."

Li Aozi ignored them.

In fact, what's there to say to people who are as good as dead?

He packed his luggage, handed it to Beatrice, and as he headed to the door, Oprelli, who hadn't stopped talking, sarcastically commented again:

"I always knew you were no good, but at least you have some self-awareness, being nothing more than a lowly reptile riding on the glow of a Golden Dragon to get this far should satisfy you. Low-class half-breed Dragonborn like you are destined to be cannon fodder for generations."

"Beatrice."

Li Aozi turned around, removed his coat, and handed it to the Spirit Doll holding the luggage, speaking gently:

"This coat was given to me by an old Taoist from the East, it's quite valuable and hard to clean if it gets dirty. Hold onto it for me."

"Understood, Sovereign." Beatrice accepted the coat.

Li Aozi smiled, praising:

"Good girl."

The next moment, Li Aozi instantly appeared in front of Oprelli.

"Oh, you have some backbone—"

Oprelli, watching Li Aozi make his move, eyes brightened, standing up:

"The speed is pretty good. Come on, you dirty blooded mongrel, let me see what else you've got!"

Screech!

Oprelli had just stood up when a big seam split in the crotch of his pants, revealing a festive pair of red shorts.

Heh!

Yachi the Golden Dragon Monk chuckled but, as a dignified person, he tried hard to keep a straight face, coughing twice and pretending not to see.

Silver Dragon Matriarch Cecilia covered her mouth and nose, letting out a few giggles.

As for the Midnight Lord Naija, he was straightforward, casually saying:

"Hey, you're exposing yourself, little ghost."

Just as Oprelli was about to act, his face froze. He looked down, covering his crotch, his anger from being humiliated rising as he shouted at Li Aozi:

"You, stop right there!"

As soon as he uttered the words, he realized something was off:

"When did this guy make his move?"

Completely caught off guard, not even the multitude noticed, yet the guy had managed a slice right at his crotch.

If it had been an ordinary person, it wouldn't matter, but among the crowd were people like Silver Dragon Cecilia from the Temple, a strong figure on par with demigod level, and the Midnight Lord, a peerless tough guy who fought his way from the Troll era to modern times.

These two were seasoned veterans.

In other words, if the opponent had harbored any killing intent, it wouldn't have been his crotch that was sliced, but his vital parts—perhaps even his head...

Oprelli broke out in a cold sweat.

With so many people present, such speed and precision, even without any murderous intent, only a demigod level Ascender from within the Empire could achieve such a feat.

'Wait, where's that guy's shadow?'

Squeak—

The carriage door suddenly closed. People looked towards the door, but Beatrice and her master were long gone.

"Leaving without making a sound." The Matriarch mused with her chin resting on her hand: "Seems like not an ordinary figure; only those who have pledged to the Pathway of the Destroyer can have such speed."

"Miss Cecilia, did you not notice?" Oprelli turned to ask.

"Unfortunately, even I didn't catch when he left." The Matriarch shrugged, looking at the Golden Dragon Monk: "Lord Yachi, where did you meet him? What's his origin? Surely he's not from a low-ranking Dragon Race?"

"That's a good question, because I don't know either."

The Golden Dragon Monk smirked:

"He introduced himself as hailing from the Layer Abyss, without any background, just an ordinary Ascender."

"Ordinary? With such speed and precision, to act openly in front of us yet ensuring absolute silence, he's not following the assassin pathway." Oprelli instinctively touched his neck:

"You call that 'ordinary'?"

It was just a lesson, if Li Aozi had been in a bad mood, his head might have already rolled...

What Empire, lineage, origin at this moment, Oprelli couldn't think of anything else. Death had just brushed past him.

Under absolute power, it's all a joke.

But even so, Oprelli didn't think about anything else. Instead, he became more convinced:

"That guy, no, Lord Li Aozi isn't an ordinary Dragonborn, he must have an exceptionally noble lineage to deceive everyone present."

"Cover up your shorts before saying that!"

The Midnight Lord Naija said impatiently:

"It's unexpected how the youngsters nowadays are so frivolous. During the Padya Empire's era, idiots like you wouldn't survive a month."

"Hmph, not your place to preach—"

Oprelli sat back in his seat, using the chair back to cover his lower half, not forgetting to taunt:

"Speaking of which, your new great calamity should be approaching, right? It's no wonder you're back to help Dragon Island, afraid the Blue Witch's calamity might kill you again?"

"Mr. Oprelli, show some respect to your elders." Silver Dragon Cecilia said sternly: "Regardless, Senior Naija is a Black Dragon who matured thousands of years ago, his rank and lineage purity isn't beneath yours or mine."

"Serving as a Prime Minister to a bunch of trolls for over a thousand years, what purity can his appearance or ideology have? He seems to have turned into a troll himself." Oprelli mocked.

"Mr. Oprelli!" The Matriarch protested, displeased.

Naija shot him a cold glance, the dark gold vertical pupils seemingly ready to melt the entire world, the overwhelming, ancient aura enveloping the entire carriage.

But moments later, Naija shifted his gaze.

"Hey, I knew it'd be like this."

Indeed, compared to someone mysterious like Li Aozi, it's still easier to bully these old relics that wouldn't dare act impulsively.

Oprelli chuckled, teasing:

"Midnight Lord Naija, I heard in your early years, you were saved by the Troll Emperor Patia Romulus, hence you assisted him throughout his life, helping extend the nation's reign for millennia, but in doing so, you offended the Blue Witch—ultimately laid under a curse by the Witch Group, even the Shadow Throne can't protect you."

"Originally, as a follower of the Deities, you could Ascend to Godhood, but now, every hundred years you must face calamity. Once, the high and mighty Empire's Prime Minister, now you have to seek help everywhere, otherwise you'd never withstand the increasing deadly disasters each century."

"Now, you've sought refuge under Chief Sodolegoras of Dragon Island, having to unconditionally obey Dragon Island's orders, otherwise, the current four-hundred-year-level calamity would be unbearable, and you'd be back under the Shadow Throne for reincarnation, right?"

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