Little Golden Dragon felt as though he had been living in a dream these past days. A voice had been guiding him, whispering that if he just followed its rhythm, he could float weightlessly, rise to the clouds, and soar freely~
He was like a colorless, wingless bird, wandering aimlessly through a blank white world. As long as he obeyed the voice in his mind... the entire world would burst into vibrant hues, and he himself would transform from a dull, flightless creature into a dazzling phoenix. It felt as though the universe bent to his will—limitless, unshackled, and utterly free, flying high~
But the moment that voice in his head faded, the colors of the world would drain away, and he would plummet back to the ground, reverting to his pitiful, colorless form. His body would feel hollow, drained of all energy, unable to muster even a shred of spirit...
He knew something foul had latched onto him. His brothers and sisters, who followed him, were acting strange. As their leader, he couldn’t afford to succumb!
He wanted to stay awake, to resist—but he couldn’t. Sometimes, he couldn’t even control himself. All he knew was that obeying that voice brought him boundless ecstasy, lifting him higher and higher...
He knew he was doomed. This endless dream, so beautiful on the surface, was in truth a cruel trap!
He was sliding into the abyss. Who could save him?
Then came the moment the voice commanded him to go after Chen Yi.
That was when he realized—this was his chance for salvation!
That man was nothing but a jinx, a freak who brought misery to anyone who crossed him!
Whether or not Chen Yi could pull him from the abyss didn’t matter. At the very least, he’d find a way to save Little Golden Dragon’s corrupted brothers!
As their leader, he had failed them. If his broken body could buy their rebirth, so be it!
With that resolve, he made the smartest decision of his life—he threw his clever brain away!
Truly, it was the wisest choice he’d ever made.
After all, caught between the mysterious voice and Chen Yi, any move he made could lead to an outcome he didn’t want.
So he stopped thinking altogether. He let the voice guide him, pitting Chen Yi against it directly. That way, at least, unnecessary complications could be avoided.
Total madness!
Luckily, it worked out. Chen Yi was a crafty one—with just a small scheme, he built a ladder for Little Golden Dragon to climb out of the voice’s grasp, forcing the mysterious presence to reveal itself.
Just as expected, the voice belonged to none other than the current Immortal Emperor Wuji!
Then Wuji lulled him into a deep, peaceful slumber, as though all burdens had been lifted. Someone else was carrying the weight now.
As the saying goes: When you feel like you’re struggling under a heavy load, there’s always some bastard living it up!
So after all his suffering, it was finally his turn to relax!
Unfortunately, while Wuji was piloting his body, he took a few halberd strikes to the face. That hurt!
Even worse, just as he was enjoying his sweet dreams—WHACK!—a brutal slap landed right on his snout!
Do you have any idea how much damage a slap like that does to a dragon?!
“Ch... Chen Yi?!”
Still groggy from sleep, Little Golden Dragon clutched his swollen jaw, his eyes bleary.
But as his vision cleared and he saw the culprit behind the slap, the fog in his mind lifted.
“Awake?” Chen Yi glanced at him sideways. “Still feel like playing around?”
Little Golden Dragon averted his gaze guiltily, stammering, “Uh… what if I said it wasn’t on purpose? Would you believe me?”
“Not on purpose?” Chen Yi scoffed. “You looked like you were having the time of your life. Were you really that eager to kill me?”
“N-no!” Little Golden Dragon trembled. “It was Wuji! He controlled me! I couldn’t help it!”
“Oh?” Chen Yi pulled out the cracked Creation Qiankun Disk, tapping one of the fractured pieces of the Primordial Chaos Plate. When no signs of Wuji’s interference appeared, he smirked.
“There’s no trace of Wuji’s tampering here. Still claiming it wasn’t you?”
Seeing this, Little Golden Dragon sighed heavily. “Fine. I know nothing I say matters. Prejudice is like a mountain—if you’ve already decided, then so be it. Punish me however you want. Just… spare my brothers. They’re innocent. I’m the one who led them astray...”
A tactical retreat! He was playing the victim card!
Chen Yi raised a brow, mildly impressed. Then, without hesitation, he countered with a classic overreach.
He wasn’t about to go easy.
“Good. Since you admit it, sign this contract.”
Little Golden Dragon: “......”
What the hell?!
Wasn’t he supposed to notice Little Golden Dragon’s unspoken suffering, dig deeper, uncover the truth, and forgive him?!
What kind of move was “sign this contract”?!
“Well? Sign or not?” Chen Yi’s brows knitted as he raised his massive hand again.
Little Golden Dragon was already dim-witted. Reasoning with him was pointless—he had his own stupid ideas.
To stop him from pulling more idiotic stunts, he needed to be bound by a Soul Oath. Otherwise, he’d keep causing chaos.
But this contract was different. Others’ oaths were tied to fragments of the Primordial Chaos Plate, but Little Golden Dragon was the plate’s spirit incarnate. A standard contract would be meaningless to him.
So this one… had Chen Yi as the intermediary, the Purple Star Heavenly Dao as Party A, and Little Golden Dragon as Party B—a labor contract.
Chen Yi had to be the middleman because the Heavenly Dao couldn’t enforce terms on a Golden Immortal-level being like Little Golden Dragon.
“C-can I… not sign?”
After stammering for a long while, Little Golden Dragon mustered the courage to resist Chen Yi’s tyranny.
He didn’t want to be oppressed. He wanted to be his own master, to break free from manipulation, to do as he pleased...
But why was that so damn hard?
Ling Xiao tried to kill him. Wuji wanted to enslave him. Now Chen Yi was joining the party. Fine, then—
“Huh? What was that? Speak up if you wanna be ‘Dragon Bro’! Louder!”
Chen Yi, ever merciful, raised his hand higher, giving him one last chance to reconsider.
“I… I’ll sign!”
After a long internal struggle, Little Golden Dragon surrendered.
What choice did he have? The outside world was dangerous. Going solo had nearly cost him his life!
Compared to ruthless Immortal Emperors like Ling Xiao and Wuji, Chen Yi seemed almost… benevolent.
Soon, Little Golden Dragon pressed his soul mark onto the labor contract.
Chen Yi finally revealed a warm smile: "Alright, we're all friends here. Little Golden Dragon, could you come take a look? Why can't we wake up the artifact spirit of the Wuji Celestial Mirror?"
The Little Golden Dragon naturally obliged with humility: "Brother Yi, just call me Little Zhao—I was only joking earlier, don’t take it to heart... Wait, what?!"
Mid-sentence, as Chen Yi dispelled the surrounding mist of causality, the dragon paused briefly before his expression abruptly shifted to one of shock.
"It’s actually this thing?!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
