Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Winters's seven-colored scales flashed, and he appeared in the dragon's nest deep in the emerald valley.

At this moment, dawn was breaking outside the Dragon's Nest, and the outline of the rising sun could be vaguely seen.

According to the nature of the Winters Red Dragon, after staying up half the night, he should have gone back to his dragon's lair to catch up on sleep.

Winters hesitated.

He had just acquired a cultivation technique from another world called "The Pleiades Technique," and was quite interested in it at the moment.

Thus, Winters set up a scale in his mind, with sleep on one side and training on the other.

Ultimately, the scales tipped in favor of the latter.

"Hmm, let's practice first and see if that crow is lying to me."

Winters first hid the eighteen and a half spirit ginsengs from the spoils in the deepest part of the dragon's nest.

This is the dragon's habit: the first thing it does upon returning to its nest is to hide its treasures before proceeding with its next move.

The place where he was hidden was so well concealed that no one but him could find it.

After doing all this, he placed the special raven feather containing the cultivation method in front of him. With a thought, nine incredibly profound humanoid cultivation diagrams appeared.

The Pleiades Law!

Taking the imagery of the rising sun (Mao Ri), it follows the twelve meridians of the human body, circulating through the body nine times, ultimately condensing pure Yang energy in the Dantian. It is the purest and most Yang-oriented method.

Upon reaching the sixth level of perfection, one proceeds to the stage of Qi cultivation and essence refinement, drawing spiritual energy into the body to transform it into embryonic breathing energy, which is the Qi Refining Realm.

The Pleiades Method obtained by Winters allows practitioners to cultivate to the peak of the Fetal Breathing Realm. If they wish to advance further, they will need a portion of the spiritual energy of the Pleiades Dao.

Winters examined it closely and saw that the little figures in the Pleiades picture were perfectly positioned and breathing rhythmically, with a large sun standing above their heads.

The first nine paintings depict various activities, including breathing exercises, sitting meditation, standing meditation, and contemplation.

Just by looking at it, Winters felt his blood and energy surge, and he felt refreshed.

Needless to say, this is definitely the real deal!

The foul-mouthed crow hadn't lied to him.

Winters immediately adjusted his dragon body posture to match the image, trying to draw spiritual energy into his body and circulate it throughout his body, just like the little figure in the picture.

But it got stuck after only going halfway around.

When the body's meridians and energy channels are blocked, they cannot flow or move freely!

Winters frowned slightly; he knew the reason.

  

He was a red dragon, whose physical structure was vastly different from that of humans. Their internal meridians were completely different. For example, dragons had three hearts, while humans only had one, not to mention their other physical structures.

The spiritual energy that had just been absorbed surged and thrashed around in the body like a headless fly, not only failing to condense any sense of energy, but also causing the original magical power in the body to become somewhat disordered.

But just as these spiritual energies were colliding, Winters suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"And how come the spiritual energy mentioned in the 'Pleiades Method' is so similar to magic? It's just in a different form."

Winters sensed that spiritual power and magic power were only superficially different, but were actually interconnected and could be transformed and used.

Unfortunately, Winters was not a wise man; after reaching this point, he stopped there.

"Now is not the time to hesitate. Let's try this technique again."

Winters tried to run it three or four more times, but each time it ended in failure.

The absorbed spiritual energy swirled and surged through his body, causing his meridians to throb with pain.

Enduring the pain, Winters tried seven or eight more times, finally cursing:

"No wonder that black bird made the deal so readily; it turns out it simply can't train!"

What's the point of practicing?!

After staying up all night, and now with unbearable swelling and pain, Winters decided to take a nap before continuing his training.

Unlike other creatures, true dragons can recover from injuries and regain energy extremely quickly while sleeping; this is a natural talent of true dragons.

As the saying goes, sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood. If he rests well before practicing, the results might be even better.

But at that moment...

A rising sun is slowly ascending.

The first ray of sunlight shone directly into the dragon's nest from the cave entrance, landing on Winters' forehead.

"Oh? The sun's out?"

Winters was taken aback. He hadn't realized that he had stayed up all night without even noticing. It was indeed time for him to go to sleep.

It can be exposed to the morning sun.

Winters felt a hot and warm power helping to clear the meridians in his body, and the previously chaotic spiritual energy began to flow smoothly.

This power comes from the sunlight.

In an instant, Winters seemed to have his meridians opened up, and he understood the true meaning of this technique.

The Pleiades Method is not a cultivation technique that can be mastered through arduous practice.

Only those with exceptional talent, profound destiny, and close affinity with the sun can cultivate this art.

The core of cultivation lies in consuming the sunrise and basking in the essence of sunlight, following the meridians, and following one's own path.

When humans use this technique, they often need to choose a spiritual object of the highest yang nature to assist in cultivation because their bodies are weak; otherwise, they will not be able to succeed.

Winters, being a red dragon, is inherently a creature of extreme yang and strength, making him perfectly suited to practice the "Pleiades Method." By facing the sunlight, he can generate his own energy and wield his own power.

The rays of sunlight shone on Winters.

He felt completely refreshed and was wide awake.

I vaguely felt that the life level limits within my body were also slowly loosening.

Life level slowly increases.

next moment.

Life level 5!

At the same time, Winters discovered that he had unintentionally mastered the first level of the Pleiades Technique.

He thus became a [Pleiades] cultivator at the first level of embryonic breathing.

"This first level of embryonic breathing is truly amazing! It feels even stronger than my fourth-level life force aura!"

In other words, the first level of embryonic breathing in the cultivation world is equivalent to a life form of level four in their world, or a professional of level four.

Horror!

Feeling the aura of the Pleiades filling his entire body, Winters shuddered, and the golden light lingered on his scales for a long time.

A surge of uncontrollable urge welled up from the dragon's throat. Winters knew this was a reaction to the Pleiades Law. He faced the rising sun, opened his dragon mouth, and let out a long-absent dragon roar.

"roar--!"

The dragon's roar echoed through the valley, shaking the entire valley.

The kobolds who were still sleeping in the valley were all awakened. After hearing the dragon's roar, they all knelt down and worshipped in the direction of the dragon's nest.

The dragon's roar continued to echo, growing farther and farther away, startling the birds and animals around the valley into a frantic flight, and even causing the timid beasts to faint from fright at the resounding roars.

The dragon's roar lasted for a long time before gradually fading away.

As the echoes of the dragon's roar faded, Gru's cautious voice came from outside the cave.

"Great Red Dragon Master, I have important matters to report."

After the dragon's roar, Winters felt completely refreshed and in a very good mood. He responded and gestured for Gru to come in.

Grubby entered slowly and more humbly than usual.

Caught by the faint golden glow on its master's scales out of the corner of its eye, it lowered its head even further, not daring to look again or ask any questions, its tone filled with awe:

"Master, the sentries in the fishing area report that they have spotted the group of gnolls upstream. There are about sixty of them, and they seem to be planning to launch a surprise attack on our territory at dawn."

He heard Winters's vertical pupils, gleaming with golden light, twitch slightly.

The gnolls, who just broke through to the next level, are perfect for testing their skills.

He didn't immediately erupt in fury and charge into the formation; instead, he said calmly:

"Understood. You take the kobold guards and go meet the enemy. I'll go now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Winters flapped his wings, and his crimson-gold figure shot out of the cave entrance, soaring into the sky in the rising sun.

The dawn light spread across his scales, which were covered with pure Yang energy, creating a golden and red glow. The entire dragon resembled molten gold, drawing a dazzling arc in the sunlight.

Under the rising sun, Winters' body blended into the sunlight, making his dragon form appear several times larger.

.........

In the bushes upstream of the valley, the gnoll overseer Walker was leading seventy-two young and strong gnolls, crouching low as they made their way towards the fishing area.

He is Walker, a Level 4 Gnoll Overlord.

Life level is the same as job level, with a total of 25 levels. Level 10 advances to high-level transcendent, level 16 advances to holy realm, and level 21 advances to legendary.

Once you reach level twenty-five, you'll enter the realm of gods.

Walker was driven out by Winters, who killed his father, the leader of the gnoll tribe, as soon as he arrived in Green Valley.

Seeing that most of the gnolls were unruly and disobedient, Winters simply drove them all out.

Walker had no opinion on the matter of killing his father.

He had little affection for his father, and was even quite happy to see Winters kill him, since his father's death meant he had a chance to take over according to gnoll rules.

Unfortunately, they were all kicked out.

Being expelled by Winters was a very difficult time.

Resources were extremely scarce in the wilderness, unlike in the Green Valley. He suffered greatly in the wilderness and almost starved to death.

His several near-death experiences made him hate Winters.

If it weren't for the Red Dragon, how could he be wandering the wilderness!

If it weren't for the Red Dragon, he should be the next clan leader!

If it weren't for the Red Dragon! He should be reigning supreme in the Green Valley now, leading the Gnolls to glory!

Those damned red dragons!

So he buried his resentment in his heart and worked hard to improve his strength, hoping to one day avenge himself.

He finally became a level four Gnoll Overseer a few days ago.

In his view, today's battle was a piece of cake. The little red dragon, who was only five years old, was only at level four in terms of life level, but his body was very small and he had no combat experience. He was confident that he could kill him with one blow.

Once the baby dragon is killed, the remaining kobolds will be no threat.

Then he will have all the resources of Emerald Valley to himself, and he will have plenty of food, resources and female gnolls!

Moreover, there is another important reason for attacking this place.

There is a hidden treasure in this verdant valley, a secret his mother told him before she died…

According to his mother, this treasure can enhance the holder's profession level and life level.

His father rose from a cowardly and mediocre gnoll to become the leader of his tribe thanks to this very treasure.

If he could obtain this treasure, he might be able to advance even further and perhaps even dominate the entire wilderness!

Just as he was lost in thought, a dragon's roar came from the valley.

The dragon's might shook the surrounding leaves, causing them to rustle.

The dragon's roar, imbued with its aura of dragon might, threw the gnolls into a panic, causing their ranks to fall into chaos.

The gnolls hurriedly left the hiding bushes and scattered in all directions.

"What's the panic!"

Walker lashed out with his whip, striking the back of a jackal in the front row, his tone full of disdain:

"A mere fledgling dragon, its milk teeth haven't even hardened yet, and it has no father or mother. I've just been promoted to warlord, how can I not handle it? Everyone, hold on tight and take back our homeland!"

If we attack well, we'll drink the blood of that fledgling dragon and become dragon people too! Anyone who dares to cause trouble again, I'll skin them alive first!

Walker then whipped several more gnolls who tried to escape, roaring angrily at them.

Under the gnoll overseer's mental abilities and Walker's roar, the panicked gnolls actually calmed down.

The team rearranged themselves, and Walker waved his hand to give the order to attack.

Upon hearing the command, the gnolls howled and charged forward, but the next second, they obediently shut their mouths and stopped in their tracks.

Walker was puzzled, thinking the gnoll in front of him was disobeying him, and was about to whip him forward when he froze.

Its daybreak.

Walker looked up abruptly, his violent expression momentarily frozen.

A golden-red figure swept across the sky towards the rising sun. The dawn light overlapped with the pure golden light of the crimson scales, and the two complemented each other, making it exceptionally dazzling.

The golden-red figure drew closer and grew larger, like a blazing sun about to fall, hurtling towards Walker and his group of gnolls.

Warlord Walker, the gnoll, could see clearly that what illuminated the forest in the sky was a golden dragon.

Judging by its size and appearance, it is a golden dragon that is more than ten meters long, and it is at least a juvenile dragon.

"What's going on! Wasn't there only a young red dragon in the valley? How come there's a golden dragon over ten meters long?!"

Walker was shocked; the figure shattered everything he had anticipated—it was too sudden.

Walker, a gnoll of only fifteen years old, naturally had no idea that the golden dragon he mistook for a dragon in the sky was actually a fledgling red dragon in the Green Valley.

The rising sun and the blessing of the Pleiades Law bathed Winters in a golden glow, and with the effect of him having wings of light in the sky, Walker mistook him for a golden dragon that was over ten meters long.

If Walker had seen the golden dragon, if Walker had read the encyclopedia of dragons, if Walker was smart enough, he naturally wouldn't have made a mistake.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

The golden light drew closer and brighter, bringing with it an awe-inspiring dragon's might.

The seventy-two gnolls who came with him were terrified.

Half of the gnolls knelt down, trembling and incontinent, while the other half tried to run away but their legs gave way.

This was the oppressive aura emanating from a superior being, which the gnolls, being inferior beings, could not resist.

Even Walker had to suppress his fear to barely keep standing.

He tried his best to remain calm as the golden light approached, but his grip on the vine whip tightened.

My thoughts are a complete mess:

"It's a golden dragon! How could a golden dragon be here! Isn't there only one red dragon in the Green Valley?! Can anyone tell me why?!"

Walker was filled with confusion and fear.

It should be noted that gnolls are generally considered to be creatures of the chaotic evil alignment, while golden dragons are dragons of the lawful good alignment; the two are natural enemies.

Without a doubt, what Jinlong would do upon seeing the gnolls would be to kill, wipe out the evil forces, and uphold justice in the world.

Golden light enveloped the heads of Walker and the other gnolls.

"Gnolls, what are you doing in Emerald Valley?"

The dragon's voice was extremely powerful, majestic, and deafening.

Hearing this majestic voice, Walker suddenly realized that he was not as powerful and brave as he had imagined.

Before a golden dragon, he was still an ant, humble and insignificant.

In the hope of survival, he could kill his own kind who competed with him for food, and he could murder his blood relatives who stole his food.

He too could kneel and surrender, begging for mercy, just to survive.

His inherent servility and cowardice erupted instantly!

Faced with the question from the dragon in the sky, he lowered his head, knelt down with a thud, touched the ground with his head, and said in a trembling voice:

"Great...True Dragon Lord, we have come to pledge our allegiance to you..."