"ROAR!!!"
The extremely diluted dragon blood within Qiu Lin's body began to boil.
The inheritance of his draconic lineage was awakened by this drop of true dragon essence.
Even in the Nine Heavens, pure-blooded dragons treasured their bloodline above all else. However, dragons were inherently lustful creatures, and many pure-blooded dragons frequently broke their own taboos, secretly mating with various races across the Nine Heavens.
Dragons and serpents produced the Dragon-Python Clan.
Dragons and Black Tortoises birthed the Xuanwu Clan.
Dragons and whales gave rise to the Dragon-Whales.
Dragons and humans hybridized into the "Little Dragonfolk"...
Over time, the purity of the dragon bloodline became increasingly diluted.
According to records Jiang Che had read in the Nine Heavens Chronicles, dragons had earned quite the infamous reputation—being dubbed "The Hybridization Experts."
However, dragons could employ various methods to refine their bloodline inheritance, and the most common technique was using the essence blood of a higher-ranking dragon to purify their own lineage.
For instance, right now, after absorbing a single drop of true dragon essence, Qiu Lin's bloodline was rapidly refined.
The originally pitch-black scales covering his body soon fell away, replaced by crimson-red scales that shimmered with heat. His horns also grew larger and more imposing.
"ROAR!"
After another deafening roar, he fully revealed his true form—a monstrous dragon stretching a hundred meters in length. His old scales were completely shed, replaced by new ones, while his dragon blood surged like molten lava.
His claws grew sharper, his appearance more ferocious and majestic.
His power skyrocketed in layers, nearly breaking through to the Divine Passage Realm in an instant... yet he remained stuck at the Half-Step Divine Passage stage.
Even dragons had to undergo tribulations. Without overcoming them, no matter how pure your bloodline was, your cultivation would never advance.
"Flame Dragon King! He’s evolving toward the Flame Dragon King’s bloodline!"
A dragon expert exclaimed in shock.
The Flame Dragon King bloodline was one of the most prestigious branches of dragonkind. If refined to its ancestral purity, it granted the potential to reach the level of an Emperor!
"This... this waste actually... actually obtained such a bloodline?"
Feeling the overwhelming pressure of Qiu Lin’s superior bloodline, the dozen or so Divine Passage experts from the Dragon Palace fell into stunned silence.
Jealousy burned uncontrollably within them.
In dragon society, bloodline purity dictated one’s future achievements—a rigid hierarchy where status was everything.
Given Qiu Lin’s original bloodline, he should have been doomed to remain at Half-Step Divine Passage for life. But now, thanks to currying favor with Jiang Che... he had ascended to the heavens in a single step.
No—this was even more absurd than ascending to the heavens.
It was like a penniless loser suddenly inheriting a hundred billion in wealth.
Like a failed civil service exam candidate discovering he was actually the long-lost son of a provincial governor.
Like a lowborn Shudra from India somehow marrying a Brahmin heiress and inheriting a trillion-dollar fortune!
This was beyond even the wildest dreams!
After a long while, Qiu Lin’s aura gradually stabilized.
"ROOOOAR—"
A dragon’s cry pierced the skies before his massive form vanished without a trace.
At the same time, high above the ocean depths... a sea-born lightning tribulation descended!
The Divine Passage Tribulation!
Though Qiu Lin’s tribulation was nowhere near as outrageous as Jiang Che’s, it was still extraordinary.
"Hah... quite the spectacle," Jiang Che chuckled before turning his gaze to the remaining dragons.
"Let’s continue. Where were we? Ah, right—the Dragon Princess."
The dragonfolk: "......"
How could they possibly focus on that now?
Their emotions were in turmoil. If even Qiu Lin could obtain true dragon blood... then why not them?!
Their eyes locked onto Jiang Che, burning with fervor.
Echoing in their minds was Qiu Lin’s earlier whisper: "The Nine Heavens has an old saying—'A wise man submits to circumstances.'"
"Dragon Princess! Young Master Jiang... I know things about the Dragon Princess!" a Little Dragonfolk blurted out.
The others immediately panicked.
"Young Master Jiang! I know many secrets of the Dragon Palace, including those about the Dragon Princess!"
"Me too!"
Indeed, the Dragon Princess was an untouchable existence to all dragonfolk—a being of supreme nobility, beauty, and power.
In the past, they were mere nobodies, destined never to have their bloodlines purified. So even at the cost of their lives, they would never betray her.
But now... Young Master Jiang had given them real hope!
What did the Dragon Princess even matter? Just a dragon with slightly purer blood? Once their bloodlines were refined... she’d be nothing! They could just find a high-bloodline female dragon and breed their own princess!
Are kings and nobles born into their status?
"Young Master Jiang! This old servant knows how to communicate with the Nine Heavens Dragon Palace!" A hunched elder dragon raised his trembling hand excitedly.
A peak Fourth Revolution Divine Passage dragon.
"And... this old servant also has... the Dragon Princess’s... photobook collection!"
The elder’s hands shook violently as he pulled out an enormous box from his spatial ring.
The other dragons: "???"
Jiang Che: "???"
With trembling fingers, the elder opened the box, revealing a stack of thick photobooks.
[Mermaid Queen Ultra HD Photos – 524P]
[Mermaid Princess Stunning Shots – 688P]
...
After rummaging for a while, he finally pulled out the thickest one.
[Dragon Princess Super Deluxe Photobook – 2999P]
"Young Master Jiang... this is the Dragon Princess’s..."
"Hand it all over!"
In the next second, every single photobook vanished into Jiang Che’s system storage.
The elder: "???"
Meanwhile, Jiang Che casually flipped open the Dragon Princess’s photobook.
As he scanned the pages, his eyebrows rose slightly, and a flash of admiration crossed his eyes.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he absorbed every image in the book before closing it.
Honestly, he was stunned.
This was what it meant to have lips like cherry blossoms and a bosom like hidden valleys. At this moment, his desire to become a Dragon Knight reached an all-time high.
He would become one—no force in heaven or earth could stop him!
Unfortunately, every photo in the book was modestly covered up.
Calling it a "photobook" was generous—it was just a collection of high-resolution, fully clothed portraits.
But for a celestial beauty of this level, there would never be any risque leaks. No one would dare spy on her, let alone steal private shots.
As the saying goes: "Book knowledge is shallow; true understanding comes from personal experience!"
"Young... Young Master Jiang, these photos took this old servant centuries to collect..."
"Hm? Your photos? Does it have your name on it?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.
"Reporting to Young Master, it... it does. There are two small characters on the cover..." The elder’s voice grew quieter.
Jiang Che’s lips twitched. It actually does?!
"Young... Young Master Jiang! This old servant relinquishes them! They are all offerings to you!"
The elder quickly made his choice.
No pain, no gain!
Even if these photobooks had cost him countless... personal sacrifices over the years.
"Heh... not bad. This is for you." Jiang Che curled his lips into a faint smile and tossed an old dragon a crimson crystal.
Dragonblood Crystal—though not as precious as true dragon essence—held an irresistible allure for dragonkind.
The best part? These crystals were as common as pebbles in the Canglong Ring, utterly worthless.
"Dragonblood Crystal?!"
"Young Master Jiang! I—I have something too! My storage ring holds over a thousand memory stones, recording more than a million films... if you catch my drift!"
A younger dragon piped up, straining his neck eagerly.
Jiang Che: "???"
There's always a bigger fish?
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
