TL: GoldenLung
With a single battle, he rose to fa.
In an astonishingly short span of ti, the na “Lan” swept across the entire Celestial Dragon Planet. Lan was hailed as the most dazzling rising star of the new generation. And because of the mystery surrounding him, every living being on Celestial Dragon Planet grew even more curious.
Thus, the mont Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu arrived, the live broadcast screens in every major city imdiately shifted their focus to him.
Ascending the Dragon Platform was one thing; actual combat was another. Of course, no one doubted Lan Xuanyu’s strength—after all, he was the Top Rising Dragon.
Under Huang Yuanlang’s guidance, Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu headed straight to the Higher Dragon Clan’s designated area. It was an exclusive zone where Higher Dragons enjoyed priority access.
To their surprise, no other Higher Dragons had arrived yet.
Before they could ask, Huang Yuanlang explained, “Normally, Lower and Interdiate dragons are required to report to the Rising Dragon Platform imdiately to await their matches. We Higher Dragons aren’t bound by that rule. Those fellows usually arrive late on purpose—pride, you know. And it’s also a way to keep their opponents waiting.”
He chuckled lightly. “We ca early today to finish early and head back to rest. Better than lining up with the others.”
“I’ll go first. Lan, Xiuxiu—you’re up after .”
“Alright.” Lan Xuanyu nodded.
An elderly dragon stood at the entrance. When he saw Huang Yuanlang approach, his gaze passed over him and landed directly on Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu.
“Greetings. We are from the Huang Family of Fenglong City,” Huang Yuanlang said respectfully, presenting his number plate.
The elder waved him off dismissively. “The Top Rising Dragon has priority. You wait.”
His eyes fixed steadily on Lan Xuanyu.
Huang Yuanlang’s lips twitched, but he did not dare protest. Anyone who presided over affairs on the Rising Dragon Platform was not only a senior among Higher Dragons but undoubtedly a god-level powerhouse—perhaps even a True God.
Lan Xuanyu gave a slight bow. Without false modesty, he patted Huang Yuanlang’s shoulder in reassurance and strode into the arena under the elder’s guidance, arriving at the very center.
“Roar—!”
A dragon’s cry rang out from sowhere unseen.
Instantly, the dragons already present turned toward Lan Xuanyu and, as if by unspoken agreent, released thunderous roars that shook the heavens.
The roars carried excitent—ardor—reverence.
Encircled by dragons, engulfed in the waves of their calls, Lan Xuanyu felt the dragon core in his chest flare with heat. His bloodline ignited, blazing brilliantly within him.
For a fleeting instant, his mind drifted.
In his thoughts, he saw it—a colossal Nine-Colored Dragon, majestic beyond compare, enthroned at the center, surrounded and upheld by countless dragons. The glory of the ancient Dragon Clan’s golden age seed to unfold before his eyes.
His aura surged uncontrollably. Had he not suppressed it in ti, he might have unleashed the Dragon God Transformation.
Even so, the scorching pulse of his bloodline burst outward. Unable to restrain himself, he threw back his head and roared.
In sheer volu, his roar could not possibly overpower the collective roar of the gathered dragons.
And yet—
The mont his voice rang out, the roars of all Interdiate and Lower dragons weakened naturally, fading into subdued growls. His roar, however, rolled like heavenly thunder across the Rising Dragon Platform.
A scorching current surged up from beneath his feet.
Lan Xuanyu stiffened. In that instant, it felt as though his entire being had been filled with blazing energy—an indescribably familiar sensation.
Just as he tried to grasp it—
The roars diminished. The heat below vanished.
Though it had lasted only a heartbeat, Lan Xuanyu imdiately understood.
That was the response of the Rising Dragon Platform—perhaps more precisely, the Rising Dragon Pillar.
It had sensed his aura.
Stimulated by the dragons’ reverent cries, his Dragon God bloodline had resonated with the ancient glory of the clan. The pillar had answered him.
The feedback lasted only a mont, but it left him with a sense of profound clarity—body, energy, and spirit harmonized at their peak.
There was no doubt: on the Rising Dragon Platform, he stood on ho ground. Here, he could unleash his full strength.
Just then, a Lower dragon with a dark brown body slowly entered the arena.
It asured nearly thirty ters in length—enormous among Lower Dragons. Having succeeded in the Ascension test, it was clearly among the strongest of its rank.
Step by deliberate step, it advanced toward the center, its gaze fixed unwaveringly on Lan Xuanyu.
Their eyes t.
Golden light erupted across Lan Xuanyu’s body as the Divine Dragon Armor materialized, encasing him from head to toe. Strength flooded his limbs. His pupils narrowed into vertical slits, and his aura gradually withdrew inward.
Even against a Lower dragon, he dared not be careless.
This opponent was no weakling. Moreover, Lan Xuanyu wanted to test how much the Divine Dragon Armor could amplify his combat prowess in real battle.
At last, the brown dragon reached the center.
Golden radiance rippled around Lan Xuanyu as he waited for the signal to begin.
Across the other arenas, matches had paused. All eyes turned toward this battlefield.
And then—
Sothing utterly unexpected occurred.
The brown Mower dragon suddenly accelerated, then dropped to one knee, wings folding heavily behind its back. Lowering its massive head in deep reverence, it declared:
“Your Highness, Honored Golden Dragon Princess, I concede.”
“I, Yan Cheng, am willing to beco your servant—forever to follow you. Wherever you are, I shall be. Your will shall be the purpose of my life.”
Lan Xuanyu froze.
What?
Concede—and swear fealty?
For a mont, he stood dumbfounded, instinctively glancing at the elder who had led him into the arena.
The elder nodded. “Lan wins.”
He then asked calmly, “Lan, do you accept his loyalty?”
Lan Xuanyu frowned slightly. “If I accept, what happens? And if I refuse?”
The elder’s voice deepened.
“If you accept, you will form a master-servant contract. From this day forward, he will be your most loyal servant. Your spiritual mark will be implanted into his mind. Should he betray you, a single thought from you will reduce him to ashes.”
“He will also benefit from your bloodline. Your lineage is pure and powerful—it will aid his future cultivation.”
“And if you refuse? He will be forever barred from the Rising Dragon Competition. He will never ascend again—forever remaining a Lower Dragon.”
Lan Xuanyu narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Yan Cheng.
Though a Lower Dragon, the brown giant’s form was remarkably close to that of a True Dragon—robust and imposing. Compared to the Lower Dragon Lan Xuanyu had slain during his first dragon hunt, this one was worlds apart. Clearly, Yan Cheng excelled in combat even among his kind.
His broad back was armored in thick, heavy scales. Though his underbelly lacked scales, intricate patterns suggested signs of potential advancent toward the Interdiate rank.
Accept—or refuse?
The elder added, “It is common for Higher Dragons to take Lower Dragons as servants. Should you establish your own clan in the future, those bound by master-servant contracts will be your most loyal supporters. His successful Ascension indicates considerable potential.”
It was practically a recomndation.
Yan Cheng lifted his head toward the elder, gratitude shining in his vast eyes.
“Very well,” Lan Xuanyu decided without hesitation. “Please preside over the master-servant contract. I am unfamiliar with the procedure.”
He was not tempted by the idea of gaining a Lower Dragon servant.
Rather, in the current circumstances, refusal would have been far too conspicuous.
The elder was a god-level Dragon powerhouse. Accepting smoothly aroused less suspicion.
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