Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Ye Chaosheng had a dream in which his parents died tragically, and some savages with loud cries searched him out of the grass and carried him to be cooked. Then a man in a black robe rode in a boat and with a wave of his hand, killed them all.

Later, he himself became a man in black robes, and rushed to an island, slaughtering everyone in his path, men, women, and children. Sometimes his eyes would become misty, but the mist would disappear in an instant.

He swallowed the blood and qi mouthful by mouthful, vomited until he was dizzy and disoriented, and then swallowed it again, repeating the cycle endlessly.

He dreamt of a guillotine, with clumps of dry grass flying about. Suddenly, the dry grass transformed into the head of the second young master, staring at him in terror.

He dreamt of a beautiful woman who smiled and asked him if he wanted to eat eggs again, then turned and cried, begging him not to leave.

He dreamt of a white robe, auspicious clouds, and a long-horned snake, who placed their hand on his head.

"It's so warm."

As he thought this, he opened his vertical pupils and began to inhale the crimson liquid, while sharp claws and scales grew on his body.

……

A few days later at noon, the blood pool beneath the stone platform suddenly erupted with a crimson spiritual energy, blowing the entire stone platform away. The old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on top was caught off guard and his spell was interrupted. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew away afterward.

He rolled on the ground, getting covered in dirt, and scraped his forehead, drawing blood. His hair was disheveled, but after quickly getting up, he started howling like a madman.

"Hahaha, I did it! I did it!"

"Essence pills, spirit blood, Qi cultivation, Foundation Establishment! Mine, all mine!"

After howling for a while, he finally managed to regain his composure. He looked at the blood pool, but his expression gradually became blank. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, glanced at the stone platform next to him, and seemed to want to cover it up again.

"Master, what have you become?"

Ye Chaosheng's voice was hoarse, with a hint of a wild beast's roar. After climbing out of the blood pool, he casually drew the longsword that had been lying on the ground, held it in his hand, and twirled it.

With a mocking glint in his pale golden dragon eyes, Ye Chaosheng's originally handsome features became sharp. Scales spread from his neck to his chin, horns sprouted from his forehead, and his body was forcibly elongated. He wore a blood-red robe, and his exposed hands and feet turned into sharp claws, while a long tail swayed behind him.

Silence fell over the air.

"Who? Who are you?!" the old Taoist priest roared fiercely. "Why? When did you sneak in and eat my pill?!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily. He immediately roared, clasped his hands together, and hurled a water blade at the dragonman.

Ye Chaosheng shook his head slightly. He didn't understand why someone like him could surpass that senior sister and achieve Qi Refining. So he casually swung his sword, and a sword aura was unleashed, instantly shattering the water blade.

The old Taoist priest reacted quickly enough, turning his body to the side. Several severed fingers flew past him, but he didn't care about the pain; he had already fallen to the ground.

He realized the difference between himself and this monster, and he kowtowed violently. He still wanted to live; as long as he lived, there was still a chance.

Ignoring the last bit of dough, he cried out, "I was blind! There are still plenty of food on the island. Demon Lord, please take as much as you like and eat to your heart's content... then spare me, spare me!"

Another sword aura flew past, and the old Taoist's vision began to spin, swirling in the air. When it met those dragon eyes, there was no emotion in his eyes, only weariness.

"So this is what flying is like." He thought blankly, then rolled to the ground, and his vision went dark.

Ye Chaosheng looked at his hands and body. He didn't understand why he had become a monster. He only knew that he was about to die and that he could feel something inside his body eating his flesh and blood.

He wanted to go back; someone was waiting for him.

So he set fire to the blood pool in the cave, and black smoke billowed into the sky. He went to the north side of the island, searched a house, found some women's clothes, erected a grave there, and used the long sword she had given him as a tombstone.

A few days later, the abyss serpent came ashore. When it saw him, it could barely speak. It scrambled off the giant tortoise and knelt at his feet, kowtowing. This once majestic monster didn't even know how to address him, let alone dare to call him grandfather.

Ye Chaosheng could understand the monster's fear. He felt that he only needed a thought to turn the monster into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Want to give it a try?" He was startled by his own thought, and the thing inside him was becoming more and more awake.

Listening to the abyss trembling as it uttered auspicious words, he suddenly recalled the long-horned beast head in his dream, and realized that his current appearance did indeed resemble it.

"So, He is a dragon."

Perhaps achieving the Golden Core was just a trick He played on him out of boredom, but Ye Chaosheng was still very grateful to Him. Thanks to Him, he was able to protect Ershan and had this exciting experience that far surpassed the previous ten years of his life.

It's just that I'm really not up to par. I only thought that once I reached the Qi Refining stage, I would go back to live with Ershan. I'm afraid she would be very disappointed in me for thinking that way.

He picked up the immortal figure from the storybook, described some of the island's features, then waved away the group of demons, telling them to go find it. He himself stayed on the island, trying to change his form. This appearance would definitely scare Ershan.

He exerted a great deal of effort to finally return to his original appearance, and even became more handsome. Wearing that white robe, he exuded an otherworldly aura, yet something still seemed to be missing.

So he returned to the north of the island, and with a grin, served tea to his senior sister. He talked to her for a long time, then took the longsword back and placed the wooden sword that had been used to draw her own sword on it. He felt that his senior sister should like this one more.

"This is the proper way to return home in glory," he thought, chuckling to himself.

The monster moved swiftly, kneeling on the ground to boast of its accomplishments. It stepped off the island, following its intuition, and effortlessly broke through the seawater, truly displaying its great power.

He stopped abruptly in the sea, feeling that he had been offered sacrifices by the island for so long and should leave something behind. So he warned the demons that this place did not need immortals and that they were not allowed to eat the people here.

Upon hearing this, the group of man-eating monsters hurriedly made promises to the human-shaped monster, not daring to utter a single word, and even praised him for his benevolence, which was truly absurd.

He didn't know how long these words would work, and he didn't want to care anymore. He was really tired, and his body felt like it was being drained.

He rode the waves and went home.

……

"Hehehe~ Little lady, come out and play! Let's go to the beach and play in the water, I promise it'll be a lot of fun!"

Ye Wanhe pounded on the door of a house, lewdly grinning. Inside was a very beautiful woman who had lost her mother at a young age and had been living with her father ever since.

However, his father was also unlucky. He had only been in power for a short time and had acquired some land when he died of old age, leaving this young woman to guard the family business.

His father, Ye Xingzhou, discussed it with him and then invited him to come and eat the spoiled child. He was used to being dissolute and was initially reluctant, but who knew that the young woman was so pretty.

Thinking of the woman's appearance, his heart burned with desire, and he knocked on the door even more vigorously, when he suddenly felt someone pat his shoulder from behind.

A gentle voice rang out: "Is this Wang Ershan's house?"