Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Magnolia Empire, Flowing Cloud City.

The night was as dark as ink, with a few sparse stars hanging in the sky.

In the dining room of Viscount Barthélemy's mansion.

The warm yellow candlelight dispelled some of the chill of early winter.

The long dining table was set with exquisite silver cutlery.

"Raven, eat more of this."

"This is meat from a level four wind wolf that we just hunted today. It's very good for building strength."

Doug Bartley, seated at the head of the table, cut off a large piece of meat and placed it on the plate of the boy to his right.

Doug was a burly man with a resolute face, a neatly trimmed short beard, and piercing eyes.

Even when eating at home, he sits like a javelin, his iron-blooded aura impossible to conceal.

A level nine warrior is a mark of power, even in the Yulan Empire where strong individuals abound.

"Thank you, Father."

Raven nodded obediently, picked up his knife and fork, and began to cut the meat on his plate with elegant and skillful movements.

Although he is only six years old this year, he is taller than other children his age, with long limbs and a healthy wheat-colored complexion.

Her short, neat black hair and deep, calm, dark eyes exuded a composure beyond her years.

"Brother, I want one too!"

The little girl sitting opposite Raven called out in a childish voice.

She was holding a wooden spoon in her hand, waving it in the air.

That's Raven's younger sister, Avril, who just turned three this year.

Her delicate, rosy cheeks resembled a ripe apple, and her large, bright eyes sparkled—she was incredibly cute.

"it is good."

"Give one to Avril too."

The young woman sitting to Doug's left smiled gently, carefully chopped a small piece of tender meat, and fed it to her daughter.

Although Jenny came from a commoner background, as a level six mage, she possessed a gentle and refined temperament, and every gesture she made exuded an intellectual beauty.

The dinner was very warm and cozy.

After the meal.

The family sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, chatting.

Avril lay on Raven's back, giggling and riding her brother like a horse.

Raven wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he cooperated by making bumpy movements, which made the little girl even happier.

"Raven, don't stay out too late."

"Tomorrow is a big day; we're going to the Magic Guild to have our talents tested."

"You need to get some rest and recharge your energy."

Watching the brother and sister playing around.

Jenny's eyes were full of love, and then, as if she remembered something, she spoke softly.

"Understood, Mother."

Raven gently supported his sister's bottom with his other hand to prevent her from falling, speaking calmly.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether we test or not."

"Our Bartley family rose to prominence through military achievements."

"Although we have produced mages, warriors are our foundation."

"Look at Raven's physique. Even though he hasn't cultivated battle qi yet, his strength is no less than that of a level one warrior!"

"This guy is a natural-born warrior!"

Doug leaned back on the sofa with a warm glass of fruit wine in his hand.

Looking at his son's physique, which was much stronger than that of his peers, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

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Doug even reached out and squeezed Raven's forearm, feeling the explosive power contained in those muscles, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Go! Go! Go."

"All they do is fight and kill all day long."

"What's wrong with being a magician?"

"Of noble status, of high standing, and moreover..."

"If Raven has good magical talent."

"He can go to Ernst Academy to train, which is the best magic academy on the entire continent."

Jenny rolled her eyes at her husband, annoyed.

Then.

A glint of anticipation flashed in Jenny's eyes.

Doug chuckled, offering no rebuttal, but instead gave Raven a meaningful look.

He actually hoped his son would have a talent for magic.

In this world.

The status of mages is indeed much higher than that of warriors of the same level.

Especially for high-level mages, they are practically strategic weapons.

just.

A mage's talent is too much a matter of luck.

"alright."

"Father, Mother, I'm tired too. I'm going back to sleep now."

Avril, who was tired and sleepy from playing, was handed over to her mother.

Raven stood up and bowed, his movements so perfect that there was not a single flaw.

"Go."

Doug waved.

Back in his room, Raven quietly closed the door.

The innocent smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a coldness and profundity beyond his years.

He walked to the window and opened it.

The cold night wind blew in, ruffling his black hair and clearing his feverish mind a little.

Six years.

I have been in this world for six years now.

Raven raised his right hand, his gaze falling on the back of his hand in the moonlight streaming through the window.

There was a dark red birthmark there.

Its shape is irregular; at first glance, it looks like a burning flame or an open mouth.

If you don't look closely, you won't notice anything unusual.

Only Raven himself knew that this birthmark was not simple.

Whenever he felt extremely hungry, or when his emotions were fluctuating wildly.

The birthmark will feel slightly hot, and may even seem to emit a faint, devouring desire.

The feeling was so faint that if he didn't have the soul of an adult, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"What exactly is this thing...?"

Raven rubbed the birthmark on the back of his hand, his brow furrowing slightly.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary office worker living on Earth, nothing special.

A sudden car accident transported him to a place called the Magnolia Continent.

Right after I was born.

He heard his father call him Doug and his mother call him Jenny.

Raven hadn't thought much about it yet.

Until he gradually grew up.

I heard familiar terms like "the Church of Light," "the Church of Darkness," "the Four Great Empires," and "the Monster Mountain Range."

Especially when he learned that it was now the year 9950 of the Magnolia Calendar.

Raven finally confirmed it.

This is the world of Panlong!

That dangerous world where powerful beings abound, gods roam everywhere, and holy realms are as common as dogs!

"9950..."

Raven silently calculated the timeline in his mind.

If I remember correctly.

The protagonist, Linley Baruch, will not be born until around 9980.

In other words, there are still a full thirty years before the story officially begins.

Thirty years is half a lifetime for an ordinary person.

But for cultivators, it's just a snap of the fingers.

These thirty years are Raven's greatest advantage!

Foresight!

He knew what the future held.

They know where the treasure is, who the big shots are, and who the cannon fodder are.

For example, Qinghuo, who was trapped in the dimensional prison.

For example, there's Beirut, that legendary figure who hid in the Dark Forest.

If he makes good use of any one of these pieces of information, it would be enough for him to establish himself in this world, or even thrive.

but.

The most urgent task now is to enhance our strength.

Without strength, everything is just empty talk.

Even if you know where the artifact is, you still can't get it;

Even if you know who the big shot is, they might not let you rely on them.

this is the truth.

"This body..."

Raven clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.

Although I haven't started cultivating battle qi yet.

But he could clearly feel that his physical fitness was improving at an astonishing rate.

Doug is right.

His physical strength has indeed reached the level of a first-level warrior, or even stronger.

This is very unusual.

Even those family members with the bloodline of divine beasts.

Before awakening their bloodline, they could not possibly possess such extraordinary physical attributes.

unless……

Raven's gaze fell once again on the strange birthmark on the back of his hand.

Could it be the reason?