Here’s a little-known fact: the top ten members of the chat group’s peak rankings have all been branded with Ling Xiao’s Will Imprint.
Barring any surprises, these top ten would have no choice but to obey him!
But alas, surprises are always lurking.
The artifact spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, reborn through impure means, took the form of a group member—‘Pickled Fish’ Zhao Huazhen—seized the top spot on the peak rankings, became the group leader, and emerged as the top enforcer of the Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group!
He should have been Ling Xiao’s most trusted confidant, yet he turned out to be the biggest mole!
Within the chat group’s domain, Chen Yi, that little brat, seemed like a greenhorn compared to the little golden dragon.
After all, the Will Imprint forged by Ling Xiao through the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao was something Chen Yi couldn’t bypass no matter how hard he racked his brains or schemed. But the little golden dragon could!
It was as if the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao was a house, and the little golden dragon was its original owner. Yet, it had invited a wolf into the home, only to be usurped by Ling Xiao, who became the second owner.
No matter how Ling Xiao reshaped the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao to his will, the little golden dragon, as the first owner, still held the keys to the house. If it wanted, it could sneak in and wreak havoc while Ling Xiao was away!
Of course, if Ling Xiao were home, it wouldn’t dare. Ling Xiao might be ruthless, but he was far from weak. If the little golden dragon tried to barge in under his nose, it would be seized and refined on the spot!
But now, Ling Xiao appeared to be home—when in reality, he wasn’t. He’d just left a surveillance mechanism to scare off intruders. This gave the little golden dragon plenty of room to maneuver!
As long as it covered the surveillance and had Chen Yi guard the entrance, it could pull off some sneaky tricks!
“Hah… Zhao Huazhen, you’ve got this. Believe in yourself!”
On the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, the little golden dragon took a deep breath. After confirming that Chen Yi had dealt with Xu Jinghong, it immediately began its underhanded operations!
The consciousness sea of a Profound Immortal was boundless, with a towering soul at its center.
Under normal circumstances, the sea of consciousness, formed from spiritual energy, should be calm, with the soul’s true spirit suspended above it. Insights from cultivation would manifest as extraordinary phenomena, stabilizing the surroundings.
But Xu Jinghong’s situation was far from normal.
His soul’s true spirit was drowned in the sea of consciousness, where turbulent waves raged under chaotic phenomena clashing violently.
Lost in a state of eerie corruption, his sense of self had sunk into the world shaped by his Dao Domain, leaving his soul in the sea of consciousness an empty shell.
Deep within his disordered consciousness sea, a Will Imprint loomed high, emitting a faint glow that repelled the splashing spiritual waters, remaining utterly unaffected.
A strand of Chen Yi’s divine sense had long since crept nearby, lying in wait, observing silently for the right moment.
Soon, the Will Imprint began to tremble inexplicably!
The little golden dragon was making its move!
Using the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao, it pried into the foundational laws supporting the Will Imprint, dismantling it from within. Carefully, it peeled away Ling Xiao’s will, constructing a false framework to replace it—all without Ling Xiao noticing, stripping him of control over Xu Jinghong!
“Tsk… impressive!”
Chen Yi was awestruck.
Truly, no one guards against the thief within!
Ling Xiao’s will, usually so sensitive to his presence, now lay dormant, letting the little golden dragon run wild!
If the little golden dragon succeeded, Xu Jinghong’s true control would fall entirely into its grasp!
But here’s the thing—Xu Jinghong was his man now!
You want to control him? Did you ask for my permission?!
Chen Yi waited patiently until the moment the little golden dragon fully separated Ling Xiao’s will from the true imprint—
Whoosh—
Secretly stirring the spiritual waters in Xu Jinghong’s consciousness sea, he whipped up towering waves to mask the movement of his divine sense as it surged forward. Seizing the moment before the little golden dragon could fully claim the imprint, he slipped in unnoticed!
Yet, against all expectations—
Despite his flawless cover, the little golden dragon seemed to have anticipated this. Suddenly, a ripple of intent pulsed toward him.
“Heh, quit hiding. I know you’re in here.”
???
Exposed?
This dumb dragon actually noticed me?
No way.
It’s gotta be bluffing!
Chen Yi stayed silent, refusing to respond.
Unfazed, the little golden dragon continued, “I’ve peeled away Ling Xiao’s will, but getting it out of Xu Jinghong’s consciousness sea is a whole other problem. I can’t do it alone. Chen Yi, I need you.”
......
Chen Yi remained still.
“Seriously, come out already. I know you’re there. If Ling Xiao’s will isn’t removed, this whole thing is pointless. I need your help—I can’t carve out a piece of Xu Jinghong’s consciousness sea to make a puppet.”
......
Still no response from Chen Yi.
“You’re really not here? Fine, I’ll just take control of Xu Jinghong myself!”
“I’m here. I’ve been here all along!”
At that moment, a second strand of Chen Yi’s divine sense arrived on the scene, feigning caution as it sent out a faint, hesitant pulse: “Quit shouting. Ling Xiao’s will is hypersensitive to me. I can’t help you.”
???
The little golden dragon froze, its mind short-circuiting.
Had it misjudged?
Did he really not care about Xu Jinghong?
Or did he think controlling Xiuzhi was enough to manipulate Xu Jinghong?
Was he that naive?
No way. He couldn’t be that dumb.
Something wasn’t adding up!
“So… what’s our relationship now?”
“We’re supposed to be allies. Why are you keeping secrets from me?”
Chen Yi: “......”
Dumb dragon, if you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking. Your attempt at playing the scheming mastermind is painfully cringe.
Splash—
The waters in Xu Jinghong’s consciousness sea churned, forming three characters:
S B !
Chen Yi’s succinct reply, still pretending to hesitate, as if terrified of waking Ling Xiao.
Yet, oddly enough, the insult made the little golden dragon buy it.
If he’d tried to explain, it would’ve been a lie. But he didn’t even bother acting—just lashed out in frustration. What did that mean?
It meant he really was afraid of Ling Xiao stirring.
Hah, you’re the real S B!
I thought you’d definitely take Xu Jinghong for yourself, but turns out your teeth are too weak to even bite? Just gonna lick the meat and leave it?
Well, don’t mind if I do!
“No need to be rude just because you won’t help. And don’t worry about Ling Xiao waking up—he’s dead asleep!”
The little golden dragon grumbled loudly, flexing its confidence while delivering one last test.
After all, it had been burned too many times. Trust didn’t come easy, even if everything seemed normal.
Chen Yi: “......”
Ling Xiao: “......”
Actually… I wasn’t asleep at all that day.
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