TL: GoldenLung
The elder smiled faintly and walked to Lan Xuanyu’s side.
“To sign a master–servant contract, you may seize its head with your claw and directly inject your spiritual power into it. It will open its spiritual world to you, allowing you to enter. Leave behind a trace of your spiritual power and bloodline aura within it to complete the connection. From that mont on, it will beco your servant.”
“A contract,” he continued, “is essentially a brand. You leave your mark in the most vital place within it. For the rest of its life, it can only be loyal to you.”
Lan Xuanyu nodded slightly. Unbidden, the image of the Mokong Dragon Knight he had once seen surfaced in his mind. The knight and his mount dragon must have shared such a master–servant contract as well.
Yan Cheng crawled forward several steps, lowering his head and extending his massive skull before Lan Xuanyu. A single horn protruded from his head, also brownish in color. Judging from the aura emanating from him, Lan Xuanyu could tell that Yan Cheng specialized in close combat—very likely a strength-type dragon as well.
Raising his right hand, a golden dragon claw materialized. Extending his index finger, he stabbed toward the point just in front of the horn.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, a brown scale shattered, and Lan Xuanyu’s dragon claw clamped firmly onto Yan Cheng’s head. Yan Cheng’s enormous body imdiately trembled violently, clearly enduring imnse pain.
Lan Xuanyu could feel Yan Cheng struggling to suppress his defensive power and the instinctive surge of strength brought on by stress, allowing himself to be restrained by the dragon claw.
The process of signing a master–servant contract was, in truth, extrely dangerous—Lan Xuanyu had already guessed as much when the elder first described it. Having one’s head seized, withdrawing all defenses, opening one’s spiritual world, and permitting bloodline power and spiritual force to engrave a mark within—
If anything went wrong during this process, his brain could very well be reduced to pulp. Death would be the only outco.
Yet the elder seed to regard this as perfectly normal, as though the servant’s death upon failure was only natural. What kind of ntality was that?
A wisp of bloodline aura separated from Lan Xuanyu. The mont his dragon claw made contact with Yan Cheng’s head, it was infused into him.
Lan Xuanyu’s spiritual power had advanced again, and his control over it was now exquisitely precise. Yet even with just that single thread of bloodline aura entering his body, Yan Cheng began trembling violently. Every scale across his body stood upright as though he were suffering so horrifying agony.
The sight silenced the surrounding Interdiate and Lower Dragons. All watched nervously.
Within the Dragon Clan, forming master–servant contracts was commonplace—the best thod for Lower Dragons to attach themselves to Higher Dragons. Through this, they could advance further and enter the family sequence of higher-tier clans.
However, such contracts were not without limits. A dragon below the God level could have at most three servants. A God-level dragon— even the Head of Celestial Dragon Planet—could only possess twelve. The first servant would receive the greatest benefits.
But the most dangerous stage was the signing itself. One misstep, and the servant would lose their life.
Yan Cheng was clearly a ruthless character. After witnessing Lan Xuanyu’s successful Dragon Ascension yesterday and sensing the aura he released, and then being selected today, Yan Cheng had not hesitated to publicly acknowledge him as master—right there on the Rising Dragon Platform.
He was not foolish. On the Rising Dragon Platform, the success rate of forming a contract was slightly higher. Moreover, in front of the gathered dragons and under countless gazes, the chance that Lan Xuanyu would refuse him was relatively low.
The elder standing beside Lan Xuanyu stared intently at Yan Cheng—not because he cared about the life of a Lower Dragon, but because he wanted to see what changes Yan Cheng would undergo under the influence of Lan Xuanyu’s bloodline.
He did not have to wait long.
The transformation ca faster—and more violently—than he had imagined.
Beneath the raised scales was a tough dragon hide. Upon it, golden patterns began to appear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At first, the patterns spread like cracks, as though Yan Cheng’s body were about to split apart. But soon they changed. Golden light gradually covered his entire body, spreading upward and outward. Even the brown scales began to take on a golden sheen.
The brown scales slowly shifted in color, becoming a strange yet profound brownish-gold.
More astonishing still, Yan Cheng’s abdon—where faint scale patterns had already existed—began sprouting dense clusters of smaller scales. Though far thinner than the heavy scales along his back, they were unmistakably dragon scales.
Dragon Ascension.
This was true Dragon Ascension—ascending from a Lower Dragon to an Interdiate dragon.
Lower Dragons were referred to as “it.” Once reaching Interdiate or above, they were addressed as “he.” The difference in status was as vast as heaven and earth.
Every Lower Dragons who ca to participate in the Dragon Ascension Tournant had only one goal: to successfully ascend. To rise from being nothing more than a servant of Higher Dragons to becoming a pillar of the Dragon Clan.
No one had expected that the first to ascend would be Yan Cheng—the one who had voluntarily signed a master–servant contract.
Though Yan Cheng had already displayed scale patterns on his abdon, true advancent into the Interdiate tier would have required much more accumulation and, perhaps, a mont of enlightennt.
Unless he had broken into the round-robin stage of this tournant, becoming an Interdiate dragon would have been impossible.
Yet now—
The elder’s eyes widened in shock.
Just a single thread of bloodline aura—and a Lower Dragon had directly advanced into the Interdiate tier?
Yan Cheng’s already massive body began swelling at an alarming rate. In re monts, his length expanded from thirty ters to even greater proportions. His physique beca more majestic and imposing, and his aura underwent a dramatic transformation.
Thick brownish-gold scales now covered his back. Raised protrusions erged, forming triangular, solid spikes extending from his head all the way to his tail. His bloodline aura surged continuously.
Lan Xuanyu watched the transformation in astonishnt. He could clearly sense that Yan Cheng’s bloodline evolution was triggered entirely by that trace of bloodline aura he had injected.
And he had not even used the Dragon God bloodline—only the Golden Dragon King bloodline aura carried by his Golden-patterned Blue Silver Grass, so as to avoid arousing suspicion.
Yet even so, such an evolutionary transformation had occurred. It was truly shocking.
A spiritual brand followed, descending into Yan Cheng’s spiritual world.
The bodily evolution caused Yan Cheng’s spiritual realm to open even more thoroughly to Lan Xuanyu than the Treasure Seeking Beast had once done.
The brand settled directly into Yan Cheng’s brain, forming Lan Xuanyu’s mark. It was as though a spiritual bridge had been instantly constructed, completing the communication between them.
Lan Xuanyu inwardly marveled.
Was this truly a servant—or sothing closer to a Spirit Soul?
Although Yan Cheng was not a True Dragon in the purest sense, rely ascending from Lower to Interdiate, his cultivation had already risen to a level comparable to a Titled Douluo.
If he were a soul beast, he would be equivalent to a hundred-thousand-year soul beast—and not an ordinary one at that. The physical strength of the Dragon Clan was terrifyingly formidable.
The entire contract process had not taken long. The surrounding Interdiate and Lower Dragons stood dumbfounded. The Lower Dragons reacted most intensely—many had already begun edging forward, their gazes burning with longing.
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