Heavy snow began to fall. Leng Qingqing sat dozing in his imperial robes, woven from the finest celestial silk, as he awaited his audience with the Snow Dragon Emperor.
Leng Jing and the white mink—both failed candidates for the role of prince—sat huddled on the bed under a thick quilt, playing a game of chess. Fearing they might ruin the decorum of the room, Leng Qingqing had lowered the bed curtains, sealing them away from sight.
As he waited by the door, Leng Qingqing’s mind was filled with grand, soaring ambitions. He would become the Prince of the Snow Dragon Kingdom, throw himself into the struggle for the welfare of the people, and eventually ascend as the Snow Dragon Emperor. He would be a diligent and benevolent ruler, carving out a legendary career. He would lead his armies to sweep through the Demon Realm, elevating the Snow Dragon Kingdom to a superpower among the Three Realms. And he, the virtuous and wise Emperor Qingqing, would have his name etched in history forever! In the future, people would even erect a golden statue of the Great Emperor Qingqing. When that time came, his descendant—little Jing—would reveal the truth to the world: that the Snow Dragon Emperor, who had exhausted himself for the people and earned the veneration of ten thousand generations, was actually a great white snake. Thus, the world would recognize the hardships and pride of the Snake Clan, witnessing their perseverance and the injustices they had endured... Ah, just thinking about it felt so tragic and heroic! It would surely make that fellow Leng Jing die of envy!
Leng Qingqing took a deep breath, watching the snowflakes drift past the corridor. His heart surged with a sudden burst of heroic passion. He was to become a sovereign of his generation, one who would stand proud above the universe and bestow grace upon all corners of the earth! He could not falter! Even if he was exhausted, he could not collapse! In his excitement, Leng Qingqing turned back into the hall, reached behind the bed curtains, and rummaged through the bedding to pull out the ornamental sword Leng Jing kept for display.
"What are you doing?" Leng Jing asked.
"I shall perform a sword dance!" Leng Qingqing declared, full of youthful vigor.
"Tch," Leng Jing grunted, continuing his game with the mink.
And so, Leng Qingqing stepped alone into the plum blossom courtyard. Amidst the fine snow, he began to practice a chaotic, phantasmal sword style that flickered like a demon in the swirling air.
"Hah!" He struck again and again at the door pillars, looking very much like a man chopping wood.
"Yah!" He stabbed repeatedly into the ground, resembling a jade rabbit pounding medicine in a mortar.
"Heh!" He pointed his sword toward the sky five times, striking the pose of an ultimate move.
"Hmph! Qingqing’s Heaven-Sovereign Sword!" The ultimate move was unleashed! The sword was hurled away.
There was a dull thud, followed by a chorus of shouts and screams from the direction the sword had flown. Someone shrieked, "Disaster! Someone is attempting to assassinate His Majesty!"
Leng Qingqing stared blankly at the unfolding chaos. From behind the plum thickets, a group of people had appeared at some unknown moment. At their head was a middle-aged man of formidable majesty. In his hand, he held the broken remains of the longsword Leng Qingqing had just thrown, severed by his spiritual power. Leng Qingqing had been so focused on his practice that he hadn't noticed the Snow Dragon Emperor’s arrival—and he had accidentally struck the Emperor with his sword!
"Your Majesty! We have failed you! We shall seize this audacious assassin at once!" The personal guards scrambled to their knees, kowtowing in terror.
The Snow Dragon Emperor’s lips curled into a slight smile. "No matter," he said magnanimously. "I have been standing here for some time and saw clearly that this youth was merely practicing his swordplay." He stepped closer to Leng Qingqing and asked, "Are you the Fourth Prince that Consort Huan spoke of?"
"Yes," Leng Qingqing nodded.
"You truly have grown wild among the common folk. Not only did you fail to seek an audience, but you are also quite abrupt and impolite upon meeting me. It is fortunate that I am in a good mood today and came specifically to see you." The Snow Dragon Emperor reached out, lifting Leng Qingqing’s chin to examine him. After a moment, he couldn't help but laugh. "You truly are my progeny; your Dragon Qi is incredibly overbearing and fierce. It is a pity you are a half-blood. I fear this tyrannical aura will bring you no benefit; instead, it will cause immense damage to your body as time passes. You would be better off destroying your Inner Core now and settling down as a pampered prince in the inner palace. —Though, that sword dance of yours just now was truly hilarious. Hahaha! I haven't seen someone so ridiculous in a long time!" The Emperor broke into mocking laughter.
"..." Leng Qingqing felt depressed. He wondered what his son, Leng Jing, would do if he encountered such a person. Thus, Leng Qingqing mimicked Leng Jing’s expression and let out a cold sneer. "Hmph. Only the shallowest of people judge others by their appearance."
"Oh? You’ve got some spirit, boy. Let me see just how 'deep' you really are." The Snow Dragon Emperor looked down on him with disdain.
"I am very deep," Leng Qingqing argued, feeling wronged.
"Hahahaha!" The Snow Dragon Emperor laughed even louder, his mood improving. "I never imagined that I, the dignified Snow Dragon Sovereign, would sire such a foolish son! It is both laughable and irritating. Keeping you by my side might be like having a living treasure, though perhaps the Sovereign of the Fire Phoenix Kingdom would like you even more. Haha!"
"What Fire Phoenix Kingdom?" Leng Qingqing asked.
"Did Consort Huan not tell you? My dear prince, why do you think you were suddenly summoned? It is because we were one person short for the marriage alliance with the Fire Phoenix Kingdom!" The Emperor patted his face. "If it weren't for the urgency of state affairs, I wouldn't let you go, even if you are my own flesh and blood. Heh heh heh..."
"So you're just using me for a marriage alliance! You liar! You didn't bring me here to be a prince at all!" Leng Qingqing was furious.
The Snow Dragon Emperor grabbed his hand, his eyes narrowing. "A prince? Are you not a prince now? If it weren't for my benevolence in summoning you, you would still be wallowing in the mud of the vulgar common world. To be honest, the stench of a commoner clinging to you is quite nauseating!"
"I am not a commoner! I am Bai Shaoqing, the Third Prince of the dignified Snake God Clan!" Leng Qingqing blurted out his identity in a fit of rage.
"Wahahaha!" The Snow Dragon Emperor laughed so hard he nearly shed tears, before his expression turned stern. "Snake God Clan? What kind of lowly race is that? As the bloodline of the Snow Dragon Sovereign, you dare claim to be some bullshit Snake God? You truly need a lesson! Listen well! Our Snow Dragon clan is the highest lineage among the Dragon Gods, born to be sovereigns above all! If you speak such treasonous words again, I shall turn you into a truly ugly snake, without horns or feet!"
"Snakes aren't lowly! A snake can even be a dragon’s father!" Leng Qingqing pouted, nearly on the verge of tears.
"Silence! How dare you utter such foul, crude words!" The Snow Dragon Emperor, possessed of a fierce sense of racial superiority, was incensed. He raised his palm to strike Leng Qingqing.
However, an invisible force pushed him back. The Emperor stumbled half a step, his eyes wide. "You dare defy me?!"
"Snakes, dragons, earthworms—they are all the same. There is no difference." Leng Jing, carrying his trademark steady tone, walked slowly out of the hall. "All things in this world are equal. While alive, they either eat or are eaten; after death, they all turn to dust."
"Who are you?!" The Snow Dragon Emperor felt Leng Jing’s powerful Dragon Qi. His killing intent surged instantly, and two fierce dragon auras collided and clashed within the small, snowy courtyard.
"I am the White Dragon, Leng Jing." As Leng Jing spoke each word, his Dragon Qi climbed higher. The Snow Dragon Emperor, as the strongest of his clan, refused to be outdone. Under the suffocating pressure of their clashing fields, the surrounding scenery began to undergo a violent transformation. The servants, unable to withstand the terrifying confrontation, collapsed one after another, coughing up blood.
"Heh heh heh. You dragon cub... I see now. That Fourth Prince is an impostor, and you are my true bloodline!" The Snow Dragon Emperor sneered. "Good, very good. This is the aura a true descendant of the Snow Dragon should possess!" With a wave of his sleeve, the surrounding rockeries and plum trees shattered into ice.
"Stop flattering yourself. I have nothing to do with you." Leng Jing remained unmoved.
The Snow Dragon Emperor’s silver hair whipped in the wind, his body enveloped in a terrifying shroud of Dragon Qi. He snarled, "Are you still harboring resentment because I abandoned your biological mother? Hmph, fine boy. Let me tell you, whether you are here for revenge or not, my mind hasn't changed one bit. A woman as calculating as your mother... letting her live was the greatest mistake I ever made!"
"I have no interest in your trivial drama." Leng Jing crossed his arms.
"To not even care for your own mother... Hmph, haha! Truly, a tiger father does not beget a canine son. So, you covet my throne! You bastard, if you have the guts, come and take it with your own strength!" Driven to a frenzy, the Snow Dragon Emperor let out a long roar. His Dragon Qi transformed into a hurricane that shot toward the sky, pulverizing everything around him.
In the courtyard, the two dragon auras were at a stalemate. The Emperor’s aura possessed a terrifying, destructive force. But what of Leng Jing? He merely flicked his sleeve. The destroyed plum trees, bricks, rockeries, and stone slabs in the courtyard began to slowly restore themselves. Not only that, but the restored courtyard took on a distinct "Leng-style" flair—the plum trees that could only bloom red now grew intertwined like vines, sprouting flowers of bizarre shapes and various colors. The reconstructed rockeries became transparent like ice, floating in mid-air as if the entire courtyard had been pulled into a distorted dreamscape. This power of distorted recreation surged like a tide toward the shocked Emperor. Though the force was formless, the physical mutations it left in its wake spread steadily. The ground at the Emperor’s feet began to sprout strange, curving flora.
Before Leng Jing’s capricious power, the Emperor’s destructive Dragon Qi was utterly useless.
"You... who are you?!" The Emperor’s Dragon Qi gradually flickered out. The swirling vines slowly crawled up the hem of his robes, and even his imperial garments began to change color from the bottom up, matching the hue of the alien plants.
"I am Leng Jing. I already told you," Leng Jing said.
"To possess such eerie power and be this impossibly strong... there is only that Primordial Dragon God, Leng Jing. Damn it." The Snow Dragon Emperor sneered, his voice tinged with a realization of regret, yet his eyes remained defiant and wild. "I am indeed no match for you. If you think this alone will make me submit, you are mistaken. Even if it means the destruction of this entire nation, we will never surrender to an outsider."
"You sound quite dignified now, but after you experience my punishment, you'll be crying and begging for mercy." Leng Jing flashed a mockingly wicked smile. By now, his barrier covered the entire courtyard, and the Snow Dragon Emperor was unable to move, tightly bound by the vines. A flicker of unease crossed the Emperor's eyes.
Leng Jing sneered, "For someone with such immense pride, if..."
As he spoke, he produced a thick cucumber and toyed with it in his hand.
The Snow Dragon Emperor’s teeth ground together, his voice trembling. "What... what are you going to do?"
"As the sovereign of a nation, surely you know what this is and what it's used for?" Leng Jing brandished the cucumber.
"Stop! If you dare, I will kill myself this instant!!" the Emperor roared, struggling desperately.
"Heh heh." Leng Jing slowly approached him with the cucumber. The Emperor wanted to scream, but his body was frozen, and his throat could no longer produce a sound.
"In this distorted barrier, even death requires my permission." Leng Jing slowly brought the cucumber close to the Emperor’s face, then suddenly and forcefully thrust it...!!!!!
***
The happy days of the prince passed by especially quickly; before they knew it, two months had gone by. One morning, while Leng Jing was handling state affairs, he suddenly thought of the Myriad Phenomena Tower.
Since the Great Snow Valley was the territory of the Snow Dragon Kingdom, there ought to be records concerning the Myriad Phenomena Tower. Leng Jing decided to search the imperial archives.
In the distance between his sleeping quarters and the Imperial Library, no fewer than ten waves of assassins were prepared to eliminate this currently most popular "Fourth Prince."
Naturally, these assassins failed and retreated as always. The Fourth Prince’s spiritual power was said to be second only to the Snow Dragon Emperor’s; despite the endless stream of assassins, their ultimate fate was always to be blown away by the Fourth Prince’s famous Dragon Qi lightning storm.
Of course, to topple the Fourth Prince, the Fourteenth Prince would not rely solely on useless assassinations; those were merely smoke screens. His true goal was to gather Leng Jing’s weaknesses and utterly disgrace him before their father, ensuring he could never rise again!
After two months of gathering information, the Fourteenth Prince now held several pieces of evidence against the Fourth Prince, Leng Jing, as follows:
1. Leng Jing was a congenitally deficient, "mongrel" disabled dragon. As the pride of the dragon race, his horns had not even fully grown! This was reported by a spy in the hot springs.
2. Leng Jing showed no interest in women, but was very interested in men—specifically the snake-race male favorite by his side. This proved he was a "cut-sleeve"!
3. Leng Jing’s origins were unknown; perhaps his identity as a prince was a forgery!
4. Leng Jing had actually enchanted the Dragon Emperor’s most beloved consort, leading to illicit adultery!
5. Leng Jing had publicly expressed a desire to usurp the throne!
6. Leng Jing was secretly colluding with court factions for personal gain!
7. ...and so on.
He listed over a hundred such crimes. Just as Leng Jing headed to the library, the Fourteenth Prince, joined by several ministers, presented the petition to the Snow Dragon Emperor.
To his surprise, the Emperor tossed the petition aside and sneered, "A few days ago, the Fourth told me that a tall tree attracts the wind and that many in the court were dissatisfied with him. I didn't expect the first shot to be fired by you, the Fourteenth. If brothers of the same clan plot against each other like this, what can be expected of the rest of the court!" He was clearly displeased.
Cold sweat poured down the Fourteenth Prince’s forehead. Indeed, this Leng Jing was no ordinary person; he had actually anticipated the move and whispered in the Emperor’s ear first! Hmph!
And so, he went back to brew further schemes.
***
Meanwhile, Leng Jing arrived at the library and dove into the sea of books to frantically search for information. The library housed all imperial records since the founding of the nation, a collection as vast as the ocean. Leng Jing immersed himself in the books, reading from morning until late into the night.
At midnight, a heavy rain began to fall. Leng Qingqing and the white mink arrived with snacks to help with the search.
As the night deepened, the mink and Leng Qingqing began to doze off. Only Leng Jing continued to flip through the books rapidly, the pages rustling loudly.
He had already reached the records of the Snow Dragon Kingdom from five thousand years ago. An interesting ancient history book caught his attention; it recorded that the ancestors of the Snow Dragon Kingdom came from the Kingdom of Lu.
In other words, five thousand years ago, the country where Leng Jing had stayed and served as a prince—the Kingdom of Lu—was the birthplace of the current Snow Dragon Kingdom.
It was as if a broken story had been reconnected. The tales of five thousand years ago slowly unfolded on the scrolls. It turned out that after Leng Jing’s group left the Kingdom of Lu, the White Dragon Prince did not unite with the Queen. Due to various reasons, they eventually parted ways, resulting in a romantic tragedy. The Prince then married a girl of the Snow Dragon clan and sired the first generation of Snow Dragon Emperors. After five thousand years of the "seas changing into mulberry fields," the Snow Dragon clan reached its current scale.
Roughly three thousand years ago, mortals began to develop rapidly. At that time, all the God Clans foresaw the inevitable downfall of mortals once they reached their peak and chose to go into temporary hiding. This broke the balance of the Three Realms. Mortals enjoyed a brief period of prosperity, possessing transcendent skills they claimed were equal to the gods. However, the mortals who worshipped material arts eventually brought about their own destruction, using the divine-powered weapons they had created to annihilate one another.
The surviving mortals scattered across the human realm began to correct the diverted course of history, slowly returning to the peace of ancient times. The human realm gradually stabilized.
Only one group of mortal elites had escaped during the Great Destruction a thousand years ago, reaching the edge of the Snow Dragon Kingdom—the realm of the gods. There, they built an ideal, closed society: the thousand-year-old city within the Great Snow Valley, a city that still maintained the style of the old era. The Snow Dragon clan had been quietly observing this relic of the past, while the people of that city remained ignorant of the outside world, living their lives with self-importance. Thus, they had coexisted for a millennium, neither side interfering with the other.
Seeing this, Leng Jing went to eat a few fried small fish before returning to continue his reading.
By now, the rain had grown even heavier. The sound of the downpour drowned out everything else, inducing a sense of drowsiness. Outside, the three steps leading to the building were submerged, and some rainwater even seeped inside, soaking a large section of the outermost bookshelves.
Leng Jing looked outside with curiosity. He had never seen such a violent rainstorm. Normally, the Snow Dragon Kingdom was a land of perpetual snow; a rainstorm like this was a once-in-a-century occurrence.
Returning to the shelves, he continued to examine the yellowed ancient history book by the dim candlelight.
There were dozens of thick volumes of ancient history, and Leng Jing had reached the final one. These old books, filled with long-forgotten matters, had sat there for hundreds of years without being touched. When Leng Jing pulled the book out, it was covered in a thick layer of dust, making the cover barely legible. Only the very last volume was different. It was bound in a completely black cover with no title, exuding an ominous aura. Leng Jing placed the black book on the table to inspect it. His intuition told him that this forgotten black volume must contain something extraordinary.
He flipped to the first page, where the words "Secret History of the Founding" were written in bold. It turned out to be an unofficial biography, recording various private secrets outside of the official history.
The first entry of the Secret History detailed the emotional entanglements between the Queen of Lu and the White Dragon Prince. It turned out they had finally parted because the Queen could not let go of her throne, which ultimately broke the Prince’s heart. In the end, the Prince paired with the leader of the Snow Dragon clan. The "Snow Dragon girl" mentioned in official history was actually a man. The first Snow Dragon Emperor was born to the Prince, who possessed a special constitution. Not only that, but the Prince also gave birth to a descendant of the Queen, whose whereabouts were later lost. Bearing children was not the Prince’s intention; according to the records, he committed suicide the day after giving birth.
The second entry, "Secrets of the Heavens," recorded the shocking event where the Heavenly Realm was deluded by Chaos and Qu Yue threw the heavens into turmoil. It explicitly stated that the Qu Yue Rebellion was extinguished by the Dragon God Leng Jing. Furthermore, it contained detailed descriptions and illustrations of the three thousand celestial beings who had transformed into demons and monsters, showing the author’s meticulousness.
The third entry, "Secrets of the Dragon God," recorded the life of Leng Jing, detailing his family background and past. However, when Leng Jing tried to find his true origin, he only saw a single line: "The Dragon God Leng Jing belongs to the Primordial Sealed Dragon Gods," with nothing following it. Thus, the "ugly little snake’s" origins remained a mystery.
Leng Jing read on with great interest until he reached the 178th entry—"Secrets of the Myriad Phenomena." His heart suddenly skipped a beat. He grew excited and began to read every word carefully.
However, regarding the content of the Myriad Phenomena secrets, when Leng Jing turned the page after the title, even he was startled—the next page contained no text at all, only a blurry human face!
The features of the face were indistinct, spanning the entire page. It looked as though it had been created by an accidental splash of ink, yet from a distance, it bore a striking resemblance to a person’s face. One could vaguely discern the facial structure of a youth, shown with his face turned upward and eyes closed.
"What is this?" Leng Jing muttered to himself. He looked up at Leng Qingqing and the white mink, who were fast asleep on the floor mats, and suppressed the urge to wake them.
"That is the face of... Qing... Yue..." a man said, leaning his face close to Leng Jing’s.
Leng Jing nearly fell off his seat. He hadn't sensed this man’s arrival at all! The stranger had approached him like a ghost.
"Who are you?" Leng Jing asked, his face turning pale.
The man wore a wide-brimmed hat and a dark gray cloak that was dripping wet from the rain. He walked to the small desk, sat opposite Leng Jing, and removed his hat.
Leng Jing saw an exquisitely beautiful face that seemed like it could only appear in a dream. This man’s beauty transcended human limits; it was a beauty that made one tremble.
"My name is Han Yu," the beautiful man said, followed by a faint smile.
"You brought the rain outside," Leng Jing stated.
"Yes. Wherever there is water, my abilities can be exerted infinitely. Therefore, within the Myriad Phenomena, my ability is currently at the highest level—Level 88," the man said with a hint of pride. He crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, his attitude quite amiable. "This is our second contact. Remember? That vegetable garden last time."
"You were the one who gave me the hint? You’re the one who helped me from the shadows! What is your goal?" Leng Jing stood up and slapped the table.
Han Yu’s long eyelashes fluttered. He hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "I am a fugitive from the Myriad Phenomena. I am fleeing their pursuit."
"What exactly is the Myriad Phenomena Tower?" Leng Jing pressed.
Han Yu raised his eyes, which were as deep as an endless night. He said gravely, "The origins of the Myriad Phenomena begin with the portrait in this book. This youth is named Qing Yue..."
He then began to slowly recount his past:
"A long time ago—so long ago I can’t even remember when—the world was ruled by humans. Humanity had entered an extremely developed and prosperous era, the 'Era of the Hidden Gods' mentioned in this ancient history book. At that time, humans believed there were no gods and worshipped 'science' to an extreme degree. I was born during that time. Let me show you what I looked like then." As Han Yu spoke, he pulled a small, incredibly lifelike portrait from beneath his cloak. Leng Jing didn't know that such a thing was called a "photograph."
After staring at the photo for a long time, Leng Jing could not connect the rather clean-cut, ordinary youth in the picture with the exquisitely beautiful man before him.
"Not very similar, is it? Heh, once I finish, you’ll be surprised by the incredible things that happened to me," Han Yu said, putting away the photo and continuing his reminiscence. "I was only in my teens then, at a turning point in my future. I was lost, wondering whether to go to university or find a job. By a stroke of fate, I ended up at the 'Myriad Phenomena General Hospital' in my city. That was the starting point of my strange destiny.
The Myriad Phenomena Hospital was a place like a medical clinic, as you know it. The building had five floors and looked perfectly ordinary. But somehow, as if led by ghosts, I went to the wrong floor and arrived at the fifth floor, which was said to be closed to the public. In that deathly silent corridor filled with an ominous aura, I met this person—Qing Yue." Han Yu pointed to the image in the book.
"Who is Qing Yue?" Leng Jing asked.
"When I first met Qing Yue, he was a beautiful youth with no legs, sitting in a wheelchair. He was very frail. For some reason, the moment I saw him, my hair stood on end, and I felt a deep-seated fear," Han Yu recalled, his body beginning to tremble slightly. "He told me he was being imprisoned and abused, and that his legs had been cut off. He begged me to take him away. I couldn't resist him, so I agreed.
I took Qing Yue home, but soon, people who seemed to be from some laboratory found us. They captured both me and Qing Yue. It was only then that I learned Qing Yue was an experimental subject from a secret lab, classified at the highest danger level. As for me, I was detained as an 'infected' person.
I don't know how long I was locked away, but when I saw the light of day again, the people in hazmat suits seemed to be a different group. They told me they were taking me to the 'Myriad Phenomena Building' for reconstruction and training.
The Myriad Phenomena Building looks like an ordinary commercial skyscraper from the outside, with ninety-nine floors. In reality, every floor is a training ground like a living hell. Once you enter the Myriad Phenomena, there is no way out. Every moment is spent suffering in those hellish training grounds. Those who successfully survive the torment are promoted to the floor above. The higher the floor, the higher the person’s level and ability.
Those bizarre training sessions made the trainees stranger and stranger. The higher the floor, the more people lost their human form, and the weirder their abilities became. As for me, I became like this." Han Yu pointed to himself. "We were trained in a building with no exit. I don't know how many years passed. As we were promoted floor by floor, more and more people died. Some high-level trainees, like me, developed the idea of escaping. This black book was the final work left behind by one of my colleagues who escaped with me and hid in the Snow Dragon Kingdom. But such escapees face severe punishment. To this day, I am the only one left alive."
"So, what about Qing Yue? Is he on the top floor?" Leng Jing asked.
"Yes," Han Yu nodded. "I later learned that he is the core of the entire Myriad Phenomena; his power is the strongest. The Myriad Phenomena Building has long since become his tool. His ability is to perceive and distort all things. Therefore, no information about him can ever be leaked; his existence is 'nothingness' to the world. Yet, he continuously throws massive numbers of humans into the Myriad Phenomena for inhuman 'training,' turning them into 'supermen' who are neither human nor ghost! He doesn't even hold the gods in his eyes."
"Then why did you find me?" Leng Jing watched him.
Han Yu picked up the book. "The person who wrote this book was named Ming Ran. He was Level 78 and could perceive things from the past. In his records, I found that your record is very special. You once had an experience very similar to my meeting with Qing Yue—that was the Heavenly Realm Rebellion in the distant past. Those various monsters and the sudden abilities they gained are very similar to our situation as trainees. Even the names of the instigators are remarkably alike: Qu Yue and Qing Yue. Furthermore, after this book was completed, even Qing Yue’s boundless power failed to detect the existence of this thing that leaked his secrets. So, I thought it might be related to your records. Perhaps you can offer me some help."
"What help could I give? Qu Yue was a floating entity from the chaotic space, and Qing Yue might just be infected by that same chaotic power," Leng Jing said.
"No. If a monster of Qu Yue’s level were converted into a level in the Myriad Phenomena, it would only be around Level 60. What I care about is the strange magnetic field you possess that isn't interfered with by chaotic power. I think if I stay with you, I might be able to evade the pursuit of the Myriad Phenomena! Even the fact that you killed two Myriad Phenomena trainees was somehow blamed on me. The Myriad Phenomena completely ignores you! This might be your innate talent for self-preservation!" Han Yu said excitedly.
"You want to live with us? That’s impossible! You’ll bring troublesome people here!" Leng Jing began to refuse.
"Leng Jing! You are merely a dragon spirit equivalent to Level 70. Don't be too arrogant. With just a single drop of water, I could crush everyone here to pieces!" Han Yu threatened.
And so, the Leng family trio was forced to welcome a new, uninvited member—Han Yu, a man from a bygone era with a penchant for calculating power levels.
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