Chapter 333: Chapter 290: Deeply Buried Ancient Dragon Bone, the Sub-dragon’s Ambition

Frost coated the inner walls of the cave, refracting the faint light from the entrance and bathing the space in a tranquil, ethereal blue.

A bonfire crackled in the center of the cave, driving away the chill. The dancing flames flowed across Rosalind’s long, silver hair, gilding her cool silhouette with a warm, golden edge. It also illuminated her profile as she concentrated on polishing a grayish-white bone fragment in her hand.

Meanwhile, Jon leaned against the cold rock wall, gathering several oddly shaped fossils onto a thick velvet cloth. They emitted a faint chill and landed with a dull thud.

"The seventh one."

He picked up the largest fossil and ran his finger over its rough, cold surface. His ice-blue eyes appeared exceptionally profound, reflecting the firelight.

"We’ve found these things hidden beneath every outpost... every Eternal Frost Sect outpost we’ve taken down."

"Finding that first little piece might have been a coincidence, a fluke of geological shifts. But now we’re finding this stuff under their outposts scattered in every nook and cranny of this mountain range. This is no longer a coincidence."

Rosalind paused her polishing, gently placing the irregularly shaped bone fragment on the velvet cloth before Jon. She set it next to the other, still uncleaned pieces.

She then looked at Jon, her silver-gray eyes reflecting the bonfire’s glow, like warm sunlight dancing on the surface of a frozen pond in winter.

"Master, I can feel... something... hidden within them..."

"The Life within them has long since faded, but a frigid will remains, eternally sealed inside. It’s like..."

She paused, as if searching for the most fitting words.

"...like a ’lingering resentment,’ forgotten in the corners of time."

The corner of Jon’s mouth curled into an enigmatic smile. He tapped his finger lightly on the cold bone fragment, producing a crisp TAP, TAP.

"’Lingering resentment?’ Perhaps... But this resentment was clearly gathered and deliberately buried beneath these so-called ’Saint Lands’ by some entity."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound seeming somewhat ethereal in the cave.

"After all, these are Dragon Bones... real Dragon Bones..."

The system’s description was branded clearly in his mind.

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[Ancient Dragon Bone Essence (Perfect · Material): Equipment crafted with this material will gain the "Dragon Power" and "Giant Dragon Spirit" affixes, and has an extremely small chance of gaining a special effect.]

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’There isn’t enough here to forge weapons or armor, but if I combine them with some other valuable materials, I can definitely make some accessories!’

’Of course, it’s not just for crafting equipment. Every part of a dragon is a treasure. These ancient Dragon Bones can also be used in alchemy or rituals... all in all, they have countless uses.’

"...Heh... Ice Dragon God Candela..."

Jon looked away from the system description, his smile fading.

’All joking aside, the appearance of these Dragon Bones clearly pointed to one fact: there was a hidden questline related to the Eternal Frost Sect that no player had ever discovered!’

’After all, back in the game, players had taken down Broken Silver Wings·Eliot—the true identity of the "Ice Dragon God." He was a Frost White Sub-dragon nearing the Ascension Level. Players had harvested his very bones and flesh for materials and ransacked his lair, yet these Dragon Bones were never discovered.’

’As for why he was so sure...’

’That was because, as a player from the Northern Territory, he had been part of that whole campaign. He knew more or less what loot each party had obtained.’

’Players weren’t ones to keep secrets. When they got a great drop, their first instinct wasn’t to hide it, but to make a post showing it off and letting the whole world know how lucky they were.’

He couldn’t help but wonder.

’A Sub-dragon, putting on an act and scheming to use faith to achieve Ascension, buries things like this deep beneath its followers’ outposts. What is it planning? Is this some kind of contingency? A backup plan?’

Rosalind sat quietly opposite him, the red firelight dancing on her silver eyelashes like tiny stars.

After a moment of Silence, she reached out and gently laid her hand over Jon’s, which rested on his knee.

"Master, whatever it is plotting, its schemes will be laid bare before you."

"These bones may yet reveal some of its hidden secrets."

Jon turned his hand over to give Rosalind’s a gentle squeeze before letting go. The gesture was brief, yet it conveyed a wordless understanding between them.

"That’s right. A mere Sub-dragon thinks it can cause trouble for me? Hmph!"

He gave a cold smirk, a light flashing in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, we’ll raid a few more outposts. We’ll collect more Dragon Bones—call it collecting interest. Once we have enough, I’ll use them to enhance your bloodline."

When Rosalind heard this, she shook her head slightly, her silver hair tracing a cool arc through the firelight.

"Master, my own power is not the priority."

"These Dragon Bones contain immense Power. If they can aid you on your path, then you should be the one to use them first."

"No, Rosalind."

But Jon immediately shot her down. With a mere thought, the grayish-white bone fragments on the velvet cloth—each one emitting a faint chill, imbued with a will of frost—vanished. They were now stored in the system inventory that only he could perceive.

He then shifted his body and stretched out his arms, pulling Rosalind’s cool, soft form into his embrace.

"How can my Grand Steward not be powerful?"

"Besides, if you get stronger, it makes me look better when we’re out, you know..."

He nuzzled his chin against the crown of her silky silver hair. The unique scent that clung to her, faint and cool like new-fallen snow and mint, filled his senses as his voice dropped to a near whisper.

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