Chapter 411
Chapter 411
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Translator: Ace
Chapter:
Chapter Title: How Rich Exactly is the True Dragon Clan?
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How rich exactly is the True Dragon Clan?
Many people knew True Dragons were wealthy. After all, they were heavenly nobles of the world, with a long history to boot—not to mention a True Lord presiding over them. No way could they be poor.
But precisely how rich?
The True Dragon Clan had always kept that information tightly sealed, never leaking a whisper.
Today, though, Lu Yang witnessed it firsthand.
He stepped into the treasure vault.
Contrary to Lu Yang's expectations, the vault itself wasn't large at all. It was just a small room holding a desk flanked by bookshelves on either side.
Then Lu Yang stared, dumbfounded.
He could see it more clearly than anything: the desk and bookshelves were all wooden, with an aura flowing over them—one he recognized all too well. Immortal Spirit energy!
‘These are dead Immortal Spirit fetuses? Ones that failed to mature, never successfully birthed, and perished outright like this—this desk, these bookshelves, all [Jia Wood]? No doubt about it! Every last one forged from the dead fetus of a [Jia Wood] Immortal Spirit!’
Luxury on an absurd level!
Materials like these could craft a pinnacle among superior spirit treasures—or be refined straight into Heavenly Gang Earthly Fiends with material to spare!
And yet, here, their sole purpose was to hold things.
Lu Yang turned his gaze to the items on the desk and shelves.
The desk held a Dao scripture, along with the four treasures of the study: brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Each flanking bookshelf held three items.
The left shelf bore a teapot, a seal stone, and a jade with seven orifices.
The right shelf held a small chest, a crystal orb, and a dazzling golden light sealed in a glass vial—radiant and blinding, impossible to behold directly.
"Holy shit!"
Lu Yang might not recognize the other items, but that golden light in the glass vial? He knew it instantly.
It was a strand of Metal Essence!
Lu Yang promptly activated his [Linglong Heart] to inspect it.
The Metal Essence filled his vision, manifesting as a snarling white chi dragon, its massive draconic eyes glaring viciously ahead.
Lu Yang pinched his fingers, divining its origins in an instant.
‘This is... that [White Chi]!’
The Dragon Lord's eldest son.
The former Dragon Palace Crown Prince, before Tian Qiu.
The True Dragon Clan's one-time golden seed for acquiring Metal—until the four major powers fished him out and slew him.
"After my brother perished, his Dao Devil emerged. Father suppressed it, refined out this Metal Essence, and has kept it here ever since."
Tian Qiu spoke flatly.
"Father's alliance with the Dao Court sought a path forward for the clan—but it also carried hopes of reviving my brother."
"Oh?"
Lu Yang's brow arched.
"A Dao Devil's already formed. His soul should've reincarnated long ago, wiped clean. What good's a single strand of Metal Essence for resurrection?"
"That, I don't know."
Tian Qiu shook his head.
"I only know Father poured his heart into creating this third-grade true merit over the years—for my brother's revival."
Lu Yang followed Tian Qiu's gesture to the Dao scripture on the desk.
[Heavenly Speech Blazing Dragon Chapter]!
Lu Yang swept it with his divine sense, frowning at once.
A third-grade true merit.
But unexpectedly, it wasn't meant for True Dragons.
Nor for demon cultivators.
It was for human-form cultivators.
And not just any.
"By Father's reckoning, joining the Dao Court has upsides and downsides."
Tian Qiu continued.
"The upsides? Returning to the inland heartlands with the Dao Court as our shield—enough to bolster the True Dragon Clan."
"The downsides? Submitting to Dao Court rule means a drop in conceptual status by intent-image alone. Once done, no more True Dragons building foundation at adulthood as heavenly nobles. We'd devolve into mere talented demons, clan potential slashed."
"But one method circumvents that downside."
Tian Qiu's voice dropped instinctively here.
"Rebellion! Topple the Tian Wu imperial house—and install the True Dragon Clan in their place!"
Lu Yang froze.
"...Huh?"
Rebellion under Dao Court rule?
Insane!
"Master doesn't know this."
Tian Qiu shook his head, explaining.
"Jiangdong Dao Court differs from the other three powers. It permits rebellion."
"The world's grand tide: long divided, must unite. Long united, must divide."
"That's [Heavenly Principle] itself."
"Before the Tian Wu imperial house came the Zayu imperial descendants, wielding [Wall Earth]. How domineering were they? Yet gone in a flash."
"So Father's scheme: join the Dao Court, then seize the moment. When the throne shifts, reincarnate brother's Metal Essence. Grant him this [Heavenly Speech Blazing Dragon Chapter]. Let him vie for the crown—with our clan's full backing to claim the throne."
"Dao Lord won't meddle?"
"Of course not!"
Tian Qiu laughed.
"Dao Lord's vision is vast—why bother with such trifles? Besides, once we're in the Dao Court, we're in Dao Lord's own system."
"And Father crafted this [Heavenly Speech Blazing Dragon Chapter] precisely to win Dao Lord's acceptance."
"As a third-grade true merit, it points to the [Heavenly Fire] fruit position—lord of fire principles. No one's attained it yet."
"If our True Dragon Clan claims it and becomes Dao Court sovereigns, we'd fold that fruit into the Dao Court's official hierarchy. Such fortune—how could Dao Lord refuse? Especially after [Wall Earth] lost the Pure Land. Dao Court would welcome it!"
"So that's it..."
Lu Yang grasped the True Dragon Clan's full gambit. From a whitewashing ashore standpoint, the plan was flawless.
What drew his eye more:
‘This [Heavenly Speech Blazing Dragon Chapter]... perfect for me!’
The Dragon Lord had woven a contingency into its creation.
By the merit's imagery, only a human-bodied dragon descendant could cultivate it.
Not like demon transformation—slapping on human skin.
No: true human form, fused with True Dragon bloodline status.
A fiendishly complex feat.
Even for the Dragon Lord, fashioning one wouldn't be easy.
In short: third-grade true merit or not,
no one alive could cultivate it.
Not even Qi Refining entry.
Let alone foundation therewith.
But for Lu Yang? No issue.
Thanks to his golden talent: [True Dragon Blood Descendant]!
He fit "human-bodied dragon descendant" perfectly, through and through.
This merit might as well have been custom-made for him!
Truth be told, were it not for [True Dragon Blood Descendant] coming from the [Book of a Hundred Lives]—and the [Heavenly Speech Blazing Dragon Chapter] clearly the Dragon Lord's ancient plot—he'd suspect a setup.
Too perfect a coincidence.
‘Not another trap, is it?’
Lu Yang rubbed his brow, unsure.
He tabled it for now, eyeing the vault's other treasures.
Like the desk's four treasures of the study, sans the scripture.
Ordinary at a glance.
But Lu Yang invoked [Linglong Heart], piercing the veil—his eyes nearly bulged.
Brush: [Wu Earth].
Ink: [Wu Fire].
Paper: [Ji Earth].
Inkstone: [Wei Earth].
‘[Heavenly Fire]... damn it all, the Heavenly Gang Earthly Fiends matching [Heavenly Fire]! Dragon Lord's already prepped them for his son!’
Lu Yang's hands shook with fury.
This second-gen immortal life?
He recalled his own trials gathering those Gang Fiends.
Rich pricks! The world rotted from trash like these, coasting up on connections...
Wait—no.
I'm True Dragon now too.
So these...
are my assets?
All good, then!
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