How utterly ridiculous!
Long Qianqiu's emotions were on the verge of complete collapse. After planning and striving for so long... could it really not compare to being a chosen one of destiny?
It was like working towards a promotion for decades in the real world, only to have the interviewer tell you at the final moment that the position was pre-assigned to someone else, rendering all your effort worthless.
Moreover, she hadn't strived for mere decades, but for over a thousand years!
Anyone would go mad!
"Hah... Dragon Soul? Waiting for your so-called chosen one? I know who this Dragon Clan's chosen one you speak of is... Do you believe I can kill him?"
After her fit of madness, Long Qianqiu's emotions calmed to an eerie flatness.
That's right. The Dragon Soul was waiting for the chosen one. If she killed that chosen one, then the Dragon Soul would have no other choice.
At that moment, her half-brother was sentenced to death in her heart!
Although her brother was said to possess the Divine Dragon Blood Physique, his current cultivation was only at the early Nirvana stage. She certainly had the means to kill him.
Yet the Dragon Soul appeared as calm as ever. "If you can kill him, it proves he is not the chosen one. The chosen one awaited by the Dragon Clan... possesses a fate that you cannot extinguish. Even if you truly did kill him... another chosen one would appear."
Long Qianqiu was now utterly despaired.
She finally understood. This Dragon Clan inheritance was completely beyond her reach.
Because as long as this True Dragon remnant soul did not relent, she could never unlock the Dragon Clan legacy.
She had never felt such intense resentment before. Having wasted a thousand years, only to be met with this outcome, she seriously suspected... once this Dragon Pearl encountered the true chosen one, would it even need the Dragon Mantra to unlock? Would it simply seek out its master on its own?
"Hah, listen well. As long as I, Long Qianqiu, live, this Dragon Pearl will absolutely never fall into the hands of the chosen one you await. I will keep it by my side for all eternity. Even after death, I will banish it to the realm of the alien evil spirits... severing the future of the Dragon Clan you hope for!!!"
That was just how Long Qianqiu was. If she couldn't have something, no one else ever would.
Yet the True Dragon remnant soul still looked at her with a trace of pity. "A laughable notion. For the chosen one, even across tens or even hundreds of thousands of years, they will eventually meet the Dragon Pearl somewhere within the vast expanse of the Nine Heavens and Myriad Realms. This is destiny!"
"Hah, I revered you as Dragon Clan sages, but you turn out to be a bunch of short-sighted fools. Sitting high up with your aloof, transcendent attitudes, looking down on all mortals from your lofty perches?"
"Scum like you deserved the purge by the Ancient Heavenly Court!"
Long Qianqiu was seeing red, her temper exploding!
She had studied much of the Dragon Clan's ancient history and struck directly at the remnant soul's sore point.
"You—how dare you!" Although just a remnant soul, it had once been among the strongest in the Nine Heavens. Even now, its soul could suppress everything within the Dragon Pearl's space.
The pressure of immortal-grade dragon blood instantly bore down on Long Qianqiu's shoulders. With a thud, she was forced to her knees.
Yet her eyes still blazed fiercely, refusing to yield!
"Hah, did I hit a nerve? Wiped out by the Heavenly Court in ancient times for being too arrogant? Wasn't that your own fault?"
Long Qianqiu forced her back straight. Under the immense pressure, blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. This girl had 90 pounds of flesh, 89 pounds of it was defiance, and the last pound was pure cunning.
"Hah..." Long Qianqiu raised a hand and pointed into the distance at the enormous skeleton of a True Dragon. All flesh and blood had vanished from its body, leaving only stark white dragon bones.
The skeleton was unimaginably vast. Even from an immeasurable distance, one could sense its colossal size, as if it contained the entire world within it. Yet this dragon skeleton was severed clean through the middle, as if cut in two by something.
"How laughable. The mighty Dragon Ancestor, master of the 'Supreme Dao' essence ranked within the top 30 of the Three Thousand Great Daos, should have lived as long as the Dao itself, eternal through the ages. Yet, for offending the Heavenly Emperor, he was slain by a single sword stroke, and the entire Dragon Clan was purged along with him... Haha... So is this the only way you can posture before me now, with this haughty act?"
"You! You have a death wish!"
Though merely a remnant soul, the dignity of a True Dragon could not be challenged, especially when its shame was being exposed.
"Hah, a supreme being of the Dragon Clan, reduced to such a state. Having lost your true soul, even the hope of reincarnation is gone. Yet even so, you cling to your ridiculous arrogance."
BANG—
The next moment, Long Qianqiu was sent flying, hurled away by the might of the Dragon Soul.
Countless starlight sparks flashed across her body as every passive life-preserving measure activated. As the daughter of an immortal and a princess of the Dragon Palace, she naturally possessed many such protections.
Long Qianqiu was flung an unknown distance, covered in dust and grime, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. Yet her expression remained frenzied.
"Haha, so this is the Dragon Ancestor? Don't tell me you're triggered? Haha! How pathetic!!!"
"You say I harbor killing intent towards the Dragon Clan? Of course I do! I wish nothing more than for the entire Dragon Clan to be annihilated. With me as the sole survivor... I would be the new Dragon Clan!"
Long Qianqiu's madness made the True Dragon remnant soul frown deeply. "In that case, you cannot be allowed to live!"
The Dragon Soul transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-long five-clawed golden dragon, radiating an awe-inspiring aura!
"Go ahead, kill me here if you have the guts! Otherwise, the moment I get out... I will exhaust every conceivable method in this world to destroy the Dragon Pearl. Oh, right... What do you think would happen if the Dragon Pearl fell into the hands of another Immortal Emperor? Could your remnant soul withstand an Immortal Emperor's power?"
By now, Long Qianqiu had abandoned all hope. If she couldn't obtain the Dragon Pearl's legacy... with her bloodline purity, she might not even be able to knock on the gate of immortality. Even if she were to become an immortal by luck, she would at most be a One-Calamity Immortal.
But her ambitions far exceeded being a mere One-Calamity Immortal. Her talent did not match her ambition, and she had always known this!
If she couldn't obtain the Dragon Pearl's legacy, what difference was there from being dead?
Watching the thoroughly enraged True Dragon remnant soul, Long Qianqiu closed her mouth, shut her eyes, and revealed a look of relief.
Dying like this was fine too. She had no hopes left anyway.
The True Dragon remnant soul's methods were extremely fierce. Fully provoked, it no longer intended to hold back, releasing its dragon might without reservation!
Within the Dragon Pearl's space, the True Dragon remnant soul was the sole deity. Even a Great Emperor entering this space would be reduced to a mortal. Dying here... meant death in the outside world as well.
But just as the Dragon Soul's attack was about to strike Long Qianqiu, another ripple stirred in this sealed space.
"I advise you to behave."
A third voice rang out, apart from Long Qianqiu and the Dragon Soul.
Though the voice was soft, it was crystal clear within this space.
Long Qianqiu, with his eyes gently closed, allowed a faint smile to play at the corner of his mouth.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
