As Chen Feng spoke in surprise, a shadow behind Xiao Hu slowly emerged from the gloom. He was dressed entirely in black, appearing no older than twenty, with a physique as powerful and solid as an iron tower.

“Third Platoon Lieutenant Luo Bo pays respects to Lord Dragon God!” the man in black bowed deeply and called out.

“Your cultivation is still too low; for safety, protection is still necessary… Finally, I spoke with the Great Elder, and he agreed to send me. Boss, you won't be angry, will you?”

“Angry?” Chen Feng laughed, patting Xiao Hu’s massive head, which barely reached his shoulder, and chuckled, “I am overjoyed just to see you; how could I be angry! Besides, if Luo Bo hadn't helped last time, I’d probably be dead by now.” Chen Feng actually broke out in a cold sweat from the realization. For a member of the Dragon Clan to cultivate to the point of shape-shifting, they must be at least 300 years old. And here he was letting him call him Boss…

“This subordinate dares not!” Luo Bo hastily replied, “If Lord Dragon God dislikes me calling you that, I can simply call you ‘Lord.’”

“Lord? That works too!” Chen Feng agreed. He knew the Dragon Clan took hierarchy and rank very seriously. If other dragons heard Luo Bo calling him Boss, it would likely bring trouble upon Luo Bo.

“If you call me Lord, Luo Bo, it doesn't sound right either. Then I’ll call you Little Radish!” Chen Feng said.

“…” Luo Bo’s eyebrow twitched involuntarily. He looked down at himself—a standard, broad-shouldered, muscular brute being nicknamed “Little Radish…”

However, any name bestowed by Lord Dragon God must be good, so he quickly bowed, “Thank you, my Lord!” He then stood aside, remaining silent.

Chen Feng might not have realized it himself, but seeing Xiao Hu had greatly improved his mood, his demeanor slowly reverting to how it was in the valley, with a hint of playfulness creeping into his tone.

“How did you two revive, and how did you get to the Dragon Clan territory?” Chen Feng was very interested in this.

Xiao Hu suddenly lifted his front paw, let out a dry roar, and then spoke, “I don’t know either. When I woke up, I was already in the Dragon Domain. It was so beautiful there, so much delicious food—truly a wonderful place. If I hadn't missed Boss, I wouldn’t have wanted to come back at all…”

“You can talk?” Chen Feng asked in astonishment when Xiao Hu spoke.

“Of course, I, Xiao Hu, am amazing! I didn’t just lounge around in the Dragon Domain for these two years. I’ve reached the level of an Eighth-Tier Magical Beast, which is equivalent to a Fifth-Tier Magus in human terms! Haha, well, Boss, are you envious?” Xiao Hu said proudly, “But don’t be discouraged. Even though you’re still only a Ninth-Tier Fighter, I believe that with me, Xiao Hu, training you, you’ll definitely reach the Dou Zun level quickly!”

Chen Feng was currently concealing his aura using the Dark Gold Iron, so Xiao Hu couldn't discern his true level and naturally assumed he was still a Ninth-Tier Fighter.

Before Xiao Hu died, Chen Feng was only a Sixth-Tier Fighter. Gaining three levels in over two years wasn’t slow, so Xiao Hu had no suspicions.

Luo Bo, however, with his greater experience, didn't quite think so. Chen Feng traveling from the edge of Dragon Map Mountain so quickly must have involved flight. Could someone who could fly only be at the Ninth-Tier Fighter realm?

But he wouldn't voice his thoughts, as it was clear in Lord Dragon God’s mind that his current status was far below Xiao Hu’s.

Hearing Xiao Hu deliberately adopt an air of maturity, Chen Feng smiled, affectionately patted the top of its large head, and turned to Luo Bo, “Tell me how you arrived in the Dragon Domain back then.”

Chen Feng knew asking Xiao Hu would yield little; the fellow hadn't changed much from before—aside from eating and sleeping, he mostly just roared loudly. So, he questioned Luo Bo instead.

Luo Bo bowed, “Reporting to my Lord, this is what happened: That day, after I relayed the news of finding Lord Dragon God, the five Great Elders of the Dragon Clan came here looking for you. They ultimately discovered the bodies of myself and Xiao Hu and took us back for revival!”

Luo Bo’s speech was concise, carrying a distinct military bearing.

“Oh…”

He hummed in acknowledgment, thinking that this explained it. He didn't press further; the Dragon Clan, with its power, surely had many methods to resurrect Xiao Hu and Luo Bo, so questioning further was unnecessary.

But one matter piqued Chen Feng’s curiosity, so he continued, “What is your current cultivation level?”

Luo Bo quickly replied, “I have not yet reached the Saint Domain. According to human classification, that is equivalent to a Ninth-Tier Magus!”

Chen Feng was startled, “Saint Domain? What is that?”

Seeing Chen Feng’s ignorance, Luo Bo explained, “On the continent, the ranks are: Formal Mage (Fighter), Magus (Dou Shi), Magus Master (Dou Zun). Above Magus Master is the Saint Domain level!”

Chen Feng had always believed the Dou Zun level was the absolute pinnacle of this continent. Hearing the term Saint Domain for the first time, he became curious, “Does the Saint Domain also have nine levels?”

“No, the Saint Domain only has three stages: Initial, Mid, and Peak,” Luo Bo answered seriously.

“Are the martial artist levels the same?” Chen Feng couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, my Lord. Above the Dou Zun level is also the Saint Domain level; this is what is commonly called Dou Sheng! Dou Sheng and Saint Domain Magus are at the same level!” Luo Bo clarified.

“Oh, what’s the difference between Dou Sheng and Saint Domain Magus?”

“A Saint Domain Magus can cast magic beyond the ninth level—the legendary Forbidden Spells! A Dou Sheng can mobilize the elements of heaven and earth using their domain or internal power. Their attacks are comparable to Forbidden Spells, so if the two were to truly fight, the difference would be negligible.”

Chen Feng nodded. Hearing about the Dou Sheng and Saint Domain Magus levels for the first time, he suddenly felt a surge of inferiority.

He had thought that reaching the Dou Zun level would allow him to dominate the continent, only to find there was another layer above Dou Zun. The joy of his recent breakthrough to Dou Zun diminished slightly.

Seeing Chen Feng looking downcast, Xiao Hu straightened his massive body, let out a low growl, and said, “Boss, look…”

He then leaped toward the sky, emitting streaks of pale blue light. His enormous body slowly shrank, and in a short while, he transformed into a slightly smaller, slender youth. This youth appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, with wide, round eyes that made him look quite endearing.

When he walked up to Chen Feng, he was nearly five centimeters shorter, appearing even more delicate from a distance.

“This is…” Chen Feng was somewhat stunned.

Seventh and Eighth-Tier Magical Beasts could speak human language, but shape-shifting was only possible upon reaching the Ninth-Tier—that was the law. Xiao Hu had just said he only advanced to the Eighth-Tier; how could he have shape-shifted?

Xiao Hu, seeing Chen Feng’s astonished expression, looked satisfied. He triumphantly started to roar and wag his tail before noticing he was in human form, then he chuckled awkwardly, “The Dragon Clan has the Art of Transfiguration; I learned it, so I look like this. Boss, don't I look spirited?”

Chen Feng felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Xiao Hu’s six- or seven-meter-long body had transformed into such a small, slender appearance; it was truly unexpected.

“Do you like this look?” Chen Feng finally couldn't help but ask.

“Of course! When I learned the Art of Transfiguration, the Elders all said that only this appearance suited my slender build…” Xiao Hu said with a touch of narcissism.

Chen Feng’s mouth twitched. He then remembered that in the eyes of those behemoths in the Dragon Clan, Xiao Hu’s six- or seven-meter body was indeed incomparably slender…

As the rising sun began to illuminate the hillside, casting a warm, comfortable glow, Chen Feng looked at the transformed youth of Xiao Hu and Luo Bo standing nearby, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. Xiao Hu's return felt like the fulfillment of some great desire in his heart; he exuded an aura of pure relief, inside and out.

In truth, Chen Feng’s personality hadn't been bad when he first transmigrated; he was quite sunny and enjoyed joking around sometimes. But after the changes in his family, his whole demeanor shifted. Later, the death of Xiao Hu compounded his trauma, and under that final blow, his energy inverted, transforming him into the mad, violent, killing entity of Yaosato.

Now that Xiao Hu was back, the gloom in his heart suddenly cleared, like taking an immortal elixir, spreading comfort from within.

This was the untying of a knot in his heart, making his entire being more spirited.

Suddenly, Chen Feng remembered something. He flipped his wrist and took out two Ninth-Tier Magic Cores from his canteen, showing them to Xiao Hu, saying, “These are the Magic Cores of your parents. As for your enemy…”

After Xiao Hu finished crying, he would truly grow up!