“What does that have to do with us? If you’ve lost your honor, why kill us? Are we, the leaders of the resistance alliance, just supposed to be unlucky?” Yang Hao finally couldn’t hold back any longer and let all his thoughts pour out.
“You inferior races should be grateful to me instead,” Heiman said, holding his head high, his eyes radiating an arrogant glow. “Ever since entering this divine realm, our Cardiss Dragon Clan not only lost all our rivals but also suffered a loss of power—we can no longer even reproduce. The Dragon Clan is such a magnificent race; in the entire universe, no bloodline can rival ours. Yet we’ve lost the ability to continue our lineage!”
Yang Hao furrowed his brows. Surprisingly, the black dragon’s words didn’t shock him too much, because he had heard similar complaints from other divine races before. Whether it was the Holy Bear Star or the strange bird Garuda, they all struggled with the same issue of bloodline continuation. Yang Hao sensed a thick veil of mystery surrounding the divine races. Although they possessed extraordinary abilities, it seemed an even greater force was constantly suppressing them, leaving them helpless and unable to fully unleash their potential.
“The mightiest Dragon Clan must not perish!” Heiman almost roared, his fury visible even without looking. “The only way to preserve the Dragon Clan’s power is through the ‘Mortal-to-Dragon Transformation!'”
“The Mortal-to-Dragon Transformation!” Yang Hao had never heard of the term before.
“You humans, although the lowest race, still have a tiny fraction of individuals with immense potential. If such a person receives the blessing of our dragon clan’s breath three times and survives the three transformations of their body, regardless of their original race, they can become a dragon!” Heiman’s tone was icy, but his sidelong glances at Yang Hao betrayed his disbelief. This stubborn dragon simply couldn’t accept that the smooth-talking young man in front of him was one of those rare individuals who had already undergone the first transformation.
“People can become dragons? Isn’t that just a myth?” Yang Hao suddenly recalled mythological tales where humans transformed into dragons.
“Of course it’s real!” Heiman shook his head slightly. “But it’s far harder to achieve than myth. Out of ten million humans, only one might survive the black dragon’s breath and complete the first transformation. Among a million who complete the first transformation, only one might survive the golden dragon’s breath and complete the second. If even the first two transformations are so difficult, imagine how hard the third must be!”
“So… even if you kill every human on Earth, you might not find one suitable?” Yang Hao finally understood why the leaders of the resistance alliance had been lured in as potential candidates. After all, these leaders were usually the strongest among humans, far more likely to endure the dragon’s breath than ordinary people.
Heiman didn’t seem to care at all: “If it means continuing the Dragon Clan’s bloodline, killing a few billion people is nothing!”
“What a bold statement!” Yang Hao stared blankly into the distance, his expression contradicting his words. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he asked, puzzled, “According to what you said, I’ve already survived the dragon’s breath and completed the first transformation. That means I already carry some of the Dragon Clan’s power, right? So why do you still want to kill me?”
That was indeed a good question. According to Heiman’s previous explanation, those who could complete the transformation were extremely rare. Yang Hao should be a treasure to the Dragon Clan—worthy not only of adoption but even of becoming a blood brother. So why had Heiman tried to kill him during his transformation?
“You are dangerous,” Heiman finally looked Yang Hao in the eye. The massive dragon’s gaze was as heavy as a mountain. “Although you completed the first transformation, I can sense that you are dangerous—just like that other entity.”
“Dangerous?” At the mention of Hunyuanzi, Yang Hao’s heart twisted with pain, but he managed a smile through gritted teeth. “How dangerous could I be? I’m such a cute, adorable, super-kawaii little guy. I don’t harm anyone.”
“But you can concoct pills!” Heiman’s voice sounded like he was describing something terrifying.
“Pill concoction… what’s so bad about that?” Being able to scare a dragon was the most exciting thing in the world. “Besides, I only make a few love potions. Harmless to others, self-produced and self-sold.”
“Those who concoct pills must die!” Heiman said coldly, as if throwing a brick. “In ancient dragon-slaying history, over half the dragons were killed by pill-makers. You humans are too dangerous—far too dangerous.”
“Pill-makers can slay dragons!” Yang Hao could barely contain his excitement. “Can cultivators’ power surpass that of divine beings?!” This was perhaps the first time Yang Hao clearly saw his own potential. Before, although Master Zi had repeatedly told him how powerful the Pill-Dan Dual Cultivation sect was, Yang Hao had only half-believed it. But now, hearing it from the black dragon’s mouth, he finally believed that humans could indeed surpass divine beings.
But Yang Hao’s joy didn’t last more than a few seconds before it was interrupted by a massive black shadow. Heiman wasn’t about to let Yang Hao live any longer. With a fierce snarl, the dragon lowered its head, its enormous mouth opening wide. Yang Hao could already clearly see its jagged, interlocking teeth. It seemed the black dragon had finished talking and was ready to swallow Yang Hao whole, leaving him to dream his foolish dreams inside its stomach.
“Wait!” Yang Hao didn’t want to die just yet. “Stay calm!”
“I am calm enough,” Heiman shook his head, letting out a cold laugh. “My conclusion is to eat you quickly, so that our Dragon Clan will face no danger.”
“If you eat me, you’ll be doomed to extinction!” Yang Hao showed no fear on his face. He spoke slowly and clearly, delivering his threat with precision.
The dragon’s teeth visibly trembled. “What do you mean?”
“I can help you continue the Dragon Clan’s bloodline!” Yang Hao said slowly, now clearly holding the upper hand. “You said pill-makers are special, didn’t you? I can restore your ability to reproduce. Kill me, and you’ll be doomed to extinction forever.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Do I look like someone who can do that?” Even with the mighty power of the Dragon Clan, they couldn’t achieve this. Could you?
Yang Hao looked at his palm. There was nothing on it, yet with these very hands, he had accomplished many things even he himself hadn’t imagined.
“Some things don’t rely on strength.”
“Nonsense!”
“Do you know the Holy Bear?” Yang Hao changed the subject.
“A lowly divine race!” Even toward other divine races, Heiman maintained his usual contempt.
“The Holy Bear suffered the same fate as you. Their bloodline continuation, their reproductive abilities were sealed,” Yang Hao gently rubbed his palm. “But I broke their seal, restoring their ability to reproduce!”
“You!”
“I!” Yang Hao raised his head, puffing out his chest, trying to make his smile even more charming.
The black dragon was momentarily speechless—not because it believed Yang Hao’s claims, but because it was stunned by his confidence. After all, whenever humans saw dragons, they instinctively trembled all over, wishing they had more knees to kneel with. But here was someone standing tall and proud, as if it was the dragon that should be begging him.
“What method do you have?” Heiman began to soften slightly.
“The Soul Arousal Pill!” Yang Hao raised his arm high, shouting excitedly. “Only the Soul Arousal Pill from our Pill-Dan Dual Cultivation Sect can restore the divine races’ ability to reproduce! As long as our sect survives, you dragons will have offspring and continue to exist in this universe!”
“Arrogant!” Heiman roared in anger, nearly exhaling another dragon’s breath.
“I am arrogant!” Yang Hao’s face showed a barely perceptible smile. “I am the sole heir, the only master, the only disciple of the Pill-Dan Dual Cultivation Sect. And I am your only savior!”
At the word “savior,” Heiman’s massive body shuddered. Its eyes locked onto Yang Hao, who stared back without flinching. Neither could afford to back down now.
The two beings, vastly different in power, stood silently facing each other for a long time. Finally, the black dragon yielded. “What conditions do you have?”
“Conditions… simple. Just let me live. If you could even get me out of this divine realm, that would be even better.”
“That’s nothing to me,” Heiman nodded. “It won’t take me any effort. But you must first produce the Soul Arousal Pill. Otherwise, killing you would be like squashing an ant.”
“I won’t waste my pill-making ability for nothing,” Yang Hao said confidently. Every time he made a pill beyond his current level, it consumed his pill-making power, which in turn drained his combat strength. After making this Soul Arousal Pill, his combat power would probably drop below level fifteen. The loss would be enormous.
The Soul Arousal Pill was a forbidden pill of the Pill-Dan Dual Cultivation Sect, one that had been avoided for countless years. The reason for forbidding disciples from making it wasn’t just because of its miraculous power, but more so because of its extremely high failure rate. According to records, one out of every three attempts to create the Soul Arousal Pill ended in failure.
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