I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 602 Dragon People
The dragon-man gritted his teeth and brandished his whip, his expression extremely fierce.

He recently lost a lot of money gambling, and his house was completely ransacked.

He was seething with anger, and now his own sister's unborn child was bothering him. So, Long Renyan decided to teach this wretched child a lesson and show her what respect meant.

Speaking of his younger sister, Long Renyan was also furious.

Her younger sister was incredibly beautiful and quite famous among the dragon-people. Male dragon-people from dozens of miles around wanted to marry her, but she resolutely refused. Even the chieftain's son came to propose, but she wouldn't accept, instead taking a fancy to a mixed-breed dragon-person.

That bastard was a scoundrel born of a dragon woman and a foreigner; he didn't even have horns. Everyone in the dragon race despised him, yet his own sister had taken a liking to him.

The two were having an affair in private, which was discovered by Long Renyan.

He reported to the clan chief and the bastard was expelled from the dragon race. His own sister also died after giving birth to this monstrous child.

This made Long Renyan extremely disgusted with this niece. If it weren't for the fact that she was his own sister's bloodline, he would have killed her long ago.

In the end, it was his wife who raised him with great difficulty, letting him roam freely outside so she wouldn't have to see or bother him.

Thinking of the past, Longrenyan grew increasingly angry. If it weren't for that bastard seducing his sister, he would be a relative of the Dragon Clan Chief by now. Why was he in such a miserable state, without even money to gamble?

They became increasingly brutal, and the child convulsed from the whipping.

"You slut, why aren't you crying! Why aren't you crying!"

"You and your bastard father are both scourges, why don't you just die!"

The sound of the whipping was unbearable for the onlookers, but no one was willing to intervene. Just as Long Renyan was about to swing the whip again, a powerful force stopped it.

"Who dares to block my way!" Longrenyan angrily raised his head and cursed at the person who was obstructing him.

The man had black hair and wore a rough robe; he was handsome. His deep eyes were incredibly calm, and he gripped the thick whip tightly with one hand.

"Stop hitting him," the man said calmly.

"Who are you?! How dare you interfere in my business!" the dragon-man roared angrily. He straightened up and walked towards the man, looking down at him.

The dragon-human race is tall, with adult dragon-humans reaching over ten feet in height. Warriors who awaken their bloodline can grow to a staggering two feet in height.

Standing in front of this handsome man, I felt like a towering tree.

"Boy, who are you? What race are you from? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the Dragonmen?" the Dragonman asked with disgust.

"My name is Jiang Wen, from the Baiyi tribe." Jiang Wen explained his identity, then raised his head and looked at the other party with a smile. Although the dragonman was tall, he was nothing more than an ant to him. He could turn this dragonman, who had no cultivation, to ashes with a single breath.

"So what if it's the Baiyi tribe! The Baiyi tribe dares to interfere in my affairs?! Are you tired of living?!" Long Renyan sneered, his dragon-claw-like arm clenching into a fist, then forcefully slamming it towards Jiang Wen. "I'll teach you a lesson; don't meddle in other people's business again!"

"not good!"

"Someone is going to die."

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Longrenyan swung his fist.

But the wailing he was waiting for didn't come; instead, his huge fist was being gripped by the other party.

Longren's pupils contracted slightly, and his previously confused mind instantly cleared. Cold sweat broke out on his finned back; he knew he had messed with someone he shouldn't have.

"Don't get so angry," Jiang Wen said with a faint smile, squeezing the dragonman's fist slightly tighter.

The dragon-man was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offended you," the dragon-man pleaded, baring his teeth. "Please, be magnanimous and let me go."

"Hmph." Jiang Wen snorted lightly and gently pushed the dragon-man. The dragon-man staggered back more than ten steps before falling to the ground.

The man stepped forward and met the dragon-man's gaze: "I've saved this child. Do you have any objections?"

"No, no way." Long Renyan gritted his teeth and refused outright. "She is my blood relative, I won't allow it."

"You won't allow it? So be it." Jiang Wen looked at the dragon-man coldly. He slowly raised his hand, which was clenched into a sword-like finger, and thrust it towards the dragon-man.

In the dragon-man's eyes, the sword-like finger transformed into an incredibly sharp sword, piercing towards his head. This made his mind go blank, and his legs tremble.

It was as if there was a great terror between life and death, which terrified him.

"No, no! I have no objection, I have no objection!" The dragon-man struggled and crawled on the ground, shouting in panic. He huddled on the ground, hugging himself tightly, not daring to overstep his bounds even slightly.

Jiang Wen stopped and said to Long Renyan, "Since you've agreed, don't cause trouble for yourself in the future. I'm taking this child with me; this is compensation for you."

Having said that, he threw something down.

He walked over to the little dragon and picked him up.

The child had fainted, her body covered in horrific wounds. If no one rescued her soon, she would likely die.

After circulating the spiritual energy within the child's body and confirming that the child was not in mortal danger, Jiang Wen breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Looking at the finger-width wounds on Xiaolongren's body, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Although there are countless tragic things in the world, even gods cannot manage them all.

But if he sees it, he will still do something about it.

This is because the Dao Ancestor did good deeds and accumulated immeasurable merit.

"Let's go." Jiang Wen carried the child and walked towards the edge of the crowd. The onlookers made way for him and watched the three figures disappear into the distance.

After they disappeared, they began to whisper among themselves about what had just happened.

"Who is that person? I've never seen him in the capital before?"

"I don't know, but I do recognize the man next to him. You're asking who he is? He's a rising star of the Rock People, named Yan Ming."

"So it was him. No wonder his friend is so powerful. Did you see that just now? He grabbed that dragonman's fist with one hand. You have to understand, this is a dragonman. How many people can withstand their strength? Not simple, not simple at all."

The crowd began to discuss amongst themselves, and then looked at Long Renyan sitting on the ground.

Although he had been terrified, the Dragonman had recovered. As descendants of dragons, the Dragonmen were born with strong physiques and immense strength. Even compared to the Rockmen, their power was comparable.

Therefore, in the capital city, few other races dare to provoke the Dragon People.

After calming his racing heart, Long Renyan stood up, grumbling. He didn't dare curse in front of the man, but behind his back, the cricket was still fine.

He opened the things the man had left behind while cursing, and fell silent after seeing what was inside.

Seeing the dragon-man's expression, the onlookers were curious about what was in the bag. Before they could ask, the dragon-man slung the bag over his shoulder and quickly left. He was incredibly fast, as if afraid someone would snatch his things.

"Brother Jiang, what did you give that dragonman just now?" Yan Ming, who was standing next to Jiang Wen, asked curiously, looking down at him.

"They're just some worthless trinkets," Jiang Wen chuckled.

He didn't actually give anything too valuable, just a few spirit stones. But for the people of Baixi, spirit stones were probably priceless treasures.

(End of this chapter)