TL: GoldenLung
Huang Daoqi felt something stir in his heart. Standing by the window, he looked out, and when his eyes fell upon the golden dragon behind Huang Yuanlang, even his expression froze for a moment.
In his view, even an ordinary Higher Dragon would be a blessing to have in Fenglong City.
But this? Was this an ordinary Higher Dragon?
Those dazzling golden scales were enough to blind the eyes. He had seen similar dragons before—those that radiated golden halos were usually ones with extremely pure bloodlines and an exceptionally high degree of Dragonification.
What’s more, the sheer size of this dragon revealed cultivation far above Xiuxiu’s.
This was truly a treasure fallen into their laps! No, he must ensure, at any cost, that Xiuxiu’s “sister” would be firmly bound to their family.
From the very first glance at Lan Xuanyu’s Golden Dragon King Avatar, Huang Daoqi had already made up his mind.
The three landed in the open courtyard outside, where all the servants were already bowing deeply in reverence.
Lan Xuanyu returned to human form, drawing all his power back into himself. His blood vortex spun, balancing the Silver Dragon King’s bloodline with the now-strengthened Golden Dragon King’s bloodline, stabilizing the swirl within him.Even he felt a strange sensation just then, after manifesting his Martial Soul Avatar.
He had felt his own strength.
Since arriving in the Dragon-Horse Galaxy, especially upon learning how many god-level powerhouses existed here, he had always believed himself far too weak to survive in such an environment through sheer combat.
Yet just now, when he spread his wings and flew in the form of the Golden Dragon King, he experienced a completely different feeling.
He could clearly sense Huang Yuanlang’s cultivation—at the Title Douluo level. But in that instant, he felt as though he could trample Huang Yuanlang beneath his feet.
This was no illusion. For someone at his level—especially after breaking through to the Spirit Domain realm—his perception was keen. If an opponent were truly strong, his first sensation would have been danger.
Yet from Huang Yuanlang, he sensed no danger at all. On the contrary, when he bore the form of the Golden Dragon King, he felt absolute confidence that he could defeat him.
This, too, was likely a unique advantage of Celestial Dragon Planet—where all the strong possessed dragon bloodlines, but his twin Dragon King bloodlines exerted overwhelming suppression over them.
Huang Daoqi came forward to greet them at the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion.
Huang Yuanlang hurried to his father, nodding firmly, the excitement in his eyes impossible to conceal. He even looked as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.
This surprised Huang Daoqi. His son, though lacking in cultivation talent, was usually steady and composed—rarely ever so agitated. Clearly, this was because of the new Higher Dragon.
“Father, let me introduce her. This is Lan, Xiuxiu’s elder sister,” Huang Yuanlang said, calming himself enough to make the introduction.
Huang Daoqi smiled at Lan Xuanyu, giving a polite nod. “Hello, Miss Lan. I am Huang Daoqi, City Lord of Fenglong.”
Lan Xuanyu stepped forward, bowing slightly in greeting. “Greetings. Forgive me for only revealing myself now. In fact, I had come with Xiuxiu once before. At the time, I wasn’t ready to expose my identity.” His voice was deliberately altered—low, hoarse, and cold.
It was nowhere near as pleasing as Bai Xiuxiu’s voice, and yet, to Huang Yuanlang, it was magnetic—he found himself longing to hear more.
Huang Daoqi smiled faintly. “It is natural to approach the unknown with caution. Please, come inside.” He gestured courteously, inviting Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu into the mansion.
Together, the four of them entered. Lan Xuanyu calmed his emotions, reined in his aura, and did his best to keep it from leaking out.
Still, he couldn’t ignore the way Huang Yuanlang’s gaze clung to him, hot and unashamed. Even Bai Xiuxiu, at his side, could feel it. She couldn’t help but feel half amused, half exasperated. Could it be that Huang Yuanlang really likes Xuanyu?
That would be… a problem. A jealous pang struck her—this was her boyfriend. What would it mean if someone else tried to steal him away?
Each carried their own thoughts as they arrived at Huang Daoqi’s study.
“Please, sit.” Huang Daoqi gestured again. A servant entered, carrying dragon-blood tree sap.
Seeing the vivid red liquid, Lan Xuanyu understood—his trial was about to begin.
Feigning thirst, he lifted the cup and drank in one motion. A wave of warmth slid down his throat, spreading through his body. His reaction was far milder than Bai Xiuxiu’s had been—just a gentle heat and a slight tremor in his blood vortex, and then nothing more.
Noting his impassive expression as he drank, Huang Daoqi’s heart stirred. He couldn’t know exactly what Lan Xuanyu felt, but he could see well enough that the dragon-blood sap had little effect on him.
The sap was precious, certainly. But for truly strong dragons, its ability to strengthen bloodline and enhance Dragonification was limited. Another possibility was that the dragon’s bloodline was impure—then the effect would also be weak. Both he and his son were proof; they had drunk plenty, yet their bloodline had barely improved.
“Miss Lan, I hear from Xiuxiu that your specialty is strength?” Huang Daoqi asked directly.
Lan Xuanyu nodded, offering no words—speaking less was the safest course.
Huang Daoqi smiled. “If you are willing to join our Huang Family, our gates will be open wide to welcome you. But before that, there is one matter I must trouble you with.”
Lan Xuanyu could not remain silent. “Please speak.”
“To assess your true strength, you will need to walk into the Dragon Force Hall. Xiuxiu must have told you about it?” Huang Daoqi’s gaze locked on Lan Xuanyu’s eyes.
“Yes,” Lan Xuanyu replied calmly. “In fact, I came precisely because of the Dragon Force Hall. After Xiuxiu received Dragon Force there, her strength improved greatly. I wish to strengthen myself too—hence my desire to join your family.” He spoke openly, making no attempt to hide his intent.
“Excellent. Do you wish to rest before you begin?” Huang Daoqi asked.
Lan Xuanyu stood immediately. “No need. I can go now.”
He knew exactly why Huang Daoqi wanted him to enter the Dragon Force Hall—it was because of the curse implanted within Xiuxiu’s body. Clearly, Huang Daoqi already valued him, but before formally accepting him into the family, he wanted further confirmation of his identity and talent. Most importantly, he wanted to ensure the curse was placed upon him as well, to bind him under their control.
But entering the Dragon Force Hall to absorb Dragon Force was also one of Lan Xuanyu’s most crucial goals while disguised as a woman. Of course, he wouldn’t refuse.
Their goals were perfectly aligned—and events were unfolding even faster than he had anticipated.
The group returned once again to the Dragon Force Hall. This time, it was Bai Xiuxiu who felt nervous. Lan Xuanyu was in disguise, after all—who knew what changes might occur in his body during the process of absorbing Dragon Force?
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