Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The kind and innocent little girl in front of us, who couldn't even bear to watch her father fight with others, will experience the devastation of her home and the tragic death of her father in the future. As a result, her personality will become twisted, she will become cold and bloodthirsty, and she will become a fearsome guardian of the underworld.

This stark contrast is precisely the work of that seemingly irresistible, cold and ruthless force of fate.

His arrival in this world is precisely to sever these invisible shackles and reverse this predetermined tragedy!

“Brother Longfei, your insistence on this competition, besides the honor of the clan, is probably for a deeper and more urgent reason, right? The conflict between the Azure Dragon and White Dragon clans has been escalating for a long time. The old clan leader is old and frail, and his prestige is declining. He is no longer able to suppress the conflict between the two factions.”

Qin Chuan suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet possessing a penetrating insight into the ways of the world, breaking the slightly somber atmosphere between Long Fei and his daughter:

"As the minor skirmishes between the two races escalate and a large-scale bloodshed is imminent, only by winning this battle and ascending to the position of clan leader can you forcefully suppress this internal strife with your supreme prestige and the power of your newly acquired supernatural lock. Is that right?"

Long Fei's body jolted, and he abruptly turned to look at Qin Chuan, his eyes filled with unbelievable surprise, as if his deepest secrets had been seen through at a glance.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily, a bitter look on his face:

"Your insight is indeed keen and discerning. As a warrior of the White Dragon Clan and a member of the Dragon Clan, I cannot stand idly by and watch my fellow clansmen kill each other and the Dragon Clan bloodline be depleted."

"Your initial intention was good; it was to stop the fighting."

Qin Chuan abruptly changed his tone, his voice becoming sharp and piercing, directly addressing the core issue:

"But have you ever considered that, regardless of whether you or the Sword Dragon wins this battle, can the deep-rooted conflict and long-standing resentment between the Azure Dragon and White Dragon clans truly be eliminated? Can the pressure of victory truly bring lasting peace?"

His gaze was piercing, as if he could see into the depths of Long Fei's soul:

"If you win, will the Azure Dragon Clan truly accept it? They will only think that you suppressed them with the power of the Supernatural Lock, and their resentment will only grow stronger! If the Sword Dragon wins, will your White Dragon Clan willingly submit to someone else? I'm afraid even more of your clansmen will be dissatisfied, believing that the position of clan leader should rightfully belong to the White Dragon Clan!"

"This is no longer just a contest of personal honor; it involves the distribution of resources, social status, and even the age-old feud between the two races accumulated over many years! Unless the racial divide can be fundamentally eliminated and integration promoted, the conflict will never end. Today's suppression is merely accumulating power for an even more intense outbreak tomorrow."

"Forgive my bluntness, but with your abilities, you may be an impeccable and valiant warrior, but you are by no means an outstanding politician and leader capable of bridging such deep ethnic divisions."

These words, like a series of thunderclaps, exploded in Long Fei's mind, starkly revealing his deepest worries, helplessness, and the confusion he dared not delve into.

His expression shifted repeatedly, finally settling into a long, weary, and helpless sigh. He bowed deeply to Qin Chuan, his tone filled with admiration and sorrow.

“Your words are all exquisite and to the point, I admire you greatly. However, circumstances are beyond my control, and it seems I have no other choice.”

"It's not necessarily entirely unsolvable."

Qin Chuan softened his tone, speaking with a hint of distant reminiscence:

"I have traveled far and wide and have seen two powerful clans whose enmity is even greater than that between the Azure Dragon and White Dragon clans today. They regard each other as enemies, have fought for thousands of years, with rivers of blood and mountains of bones. They both firmly believe that the other is the most evil in the world and wish they could completely exterminate the other."

Long Fei suddenly raised his head, a faint glimmer of hope rekindling in his eyes that had dimmed: "Is that so? What happened to them afterward? Did one side finally wipe out the other?"

Qin Chuan shook his head and said calmly:

"Later, with my mediation and assistance, they put aside their millennia-old blood feud, broke down the high wall of prejudice, and moved towards coexistence and peace."

He was actually referring to the process of the human and demon races in the fox spirit world going through hardships and finally reaching reconciliation, but Long Fei naturally thought it was a real story that happened in other parallel universes.

"How exactly did you manage to do that?"

Long Fei pressed on urgently, as if he had finally seen a ray of light in the endless darkness and grasped at a lifeline.

He was completely absorbed by Qin Chuan's words and forgot about the passage of time.

"The method is actually quite simple. It requires the emergence of a powerful enough 'third party' that can equally threaten the survival of both sides."

Qin Chuan looked at him and slowly uttered the key point, his voice carrying a calm yet almost cruel wisdom:

"When the threat of annihilation hangs like a sword over everyone's head, internal strife and past grudges become utterly ridiculous and insignificant. The instinct for survival forces them to set aside their prejudices, unite to protect themselves, and weather the storm together. Only in fighting side by side can barriers gradually dissolve."

"Third-party threat..."

Long Fei murmured the unfamiliar word repeatedly, the light that had just appeared in his eyes quickly dimming again. He looked around at the lush, seemingly peaceful woodland and smiled bitterly:

"Your method is indeed ingenious and contains profound truths, but my Dragon Clan is the undisputed overlord of the second parallel universe. Having multiplied and grown to its current size, what third-party force in this world can threaten the survival of my entire clan? This method is probably nothing but a mirage to my Dragon Clan."

A meaningful smile curved Qin Chuan's lips, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Dragon Clan's current strength and peace, glimpsing a more distant and dangerous future hidden in the shadows of history:

"It will happen."

Long Fei was deeply shocked and wanted to ask more questions, but Qin Chuan looked up at the sunlight filtering through the leaves, estimated the time, and reminded him:

“Brother Longfei, if we don’t set off soon, we might really miss this grand competition that concerns the future of the Dragon Clan. Some things can’t be rushed; we need to wait for the right opportunity.”

Long Fei snapped out of his daze, breaking out in a cold sweat, and cried out:

"Oh dear! I was so engrossed in talking with you that I almost neglected something important!"

He quickly said to his daughter, who was still sulking, "Yingying, hurry up, stop being so childish, we need to get to Longcheng right away!"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Longying was still angry that he insisted on fighting. She twisted her little body and nimbly hid behind Qin Chuan's tall figure, only peeking out half of her head. Then she pointed at Qin Chuan with her tender, lotus-root-like little finger, her voice childish yet stubborn:

"I don't want Daddy to hold me! Daddy is being naughty! Yingying wants this big brother to hold her!"

Long Fei was immediately embarrassed, rubbing his hands together, a blush of embarrassment rising on his bronze face. He said apologetically to Qin Chuan, "This... my daughter is naughty and ignorant, please forgive her. We are just strangers who met by chance, how could we trouble you..."

Qin Chuan laughed heartily, not taking it to heart at all. He bent down and easily picked up the small, soft bundle.

The little girl was light and graceful, carrying the unique scent of milk and sun-dried grass. She looked at him curiously with her big, clear, crystal-like eyes.

His image was reflected in her pure eyes, and she seemed to have a good impression of this distinguished and insightful older brother.

Holding the adorable little girl in his arms, whose future was fraught with hardship, Qin Chuan couldn't help but recall the moments he spent with Tianyu in the Underworld, his heart filled with tenderness and affection.

Why not hug this future renowned guardian in his infancy and feel the tranquility and innocence before the storm?

So, under Long Fei's grateful yet slightly apologetic gaze, Qin Chuan, holding the obedient little Long Ying nestled in his arms, walked side by side with him toward the magnificent Dragon City, perched atop a distant mountain.

Sunlight filtered through the swaying trees, casting dappled, dancing shadows on the three of them.

The warmth and tranquility of the forest at this moment form a stark and unsettling contrast with the grand competition that is about to take place in Dragon City, which will determine the fate of the tribe and also conceal endless tragedies in the future.

Whether the road ahead is one of glory or thorns, of unity or division, the answer will soon be revealed.

Chapter 34 Internal Strife

The main hall of Dragon City was filled with a heavy atmosphere, like solidified amber, enveloping every wisp of air in a suffocating oppression.

Members of the Azure Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan stood on opposite sides, clearly separated, glaring at each other with hostility that seemed to burn through the space.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and every breath felt like testing the limits of detonating explosives.

The elderly patriarch stood on the high platform, his hands gripping the scepter tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He repeatedly scanned the entire room with his imposing gaze, attempting to suppress the impending storm with his final imposing presence.

But the ethnic conflicts and disputes over interests that had accumulated over countless years were like magma surging underground, and could no longer be easily quelled by his personal prestige.

As Long Jian, mingling among the Azure Dragon Clan, watched the tense scene unfold before him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Although he was new to the area, he could clearly sense the almost tangible hostility and estrangement between the two races. It was a deep-seated rejection, a hatred accumulated over generations.

"Could it be... that what Hades said was true? That we dragons really will..."

He dared not think any further, only feeling a chill creep up his spine.

Just as the tense atmosphere reached its peak, the palace doors were slowly pushed open.

Qin Chuan, carrying Xiao Longying, entered the main hall with Long Fei.

Sunlight streamed in from behind them, casting long shadows on the ground.

In an instant, apart from the uneasy Long Jian, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Long Fei.

He, along with the Stegosaurus on the other side, are the key figures who will determine the future of the dragon race today.

Xiao Longying clung tightly to Qin Chuan's neck, her big eyes filled with fear. Although she was young, she could feel the suffocating atmosphere.

Seeing that both main figures had arrived, the old patriarch on the high seat no longer hesitated and announced in his aged yet still resonant voice:

"The Dragon Clan Grand Tournament now begins! The Azure Dragon Clan's Sword Dragon versus the White Dragon Clan's Dragon Flight! The victor will inherit the Ability Lock and become the new patriarch of the Dragon Clan!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing through the silent hall.

Long Fei and Jian Long exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with respect for each other and a hint of fighting spirit.

They stepped into the circle drawn in the center of the field at the same time and performed an ancient dragon salute to each other, placing their right hand on their chest and bowing slightly, which is the highest respect among dragon warriors.

The ceremony ended, and the battle erupted instantly!

The two moved with lightning speed, leaving faint afterimages in their wake. Their fists and feet clashed, creating sharp, whistling sounds as they struck each other, and each collision unleashing dazzling sparks of energy.

Long Fei's alien energy was originally deeper and purer than Jianlong's, but because he had consumed a lot of energy killing the poisonous dragon earlier, he was now fighting Jianlong to a standstill, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

Their figures moved swiftly across the field, sometimes like dragons emerging from the sea, sometimes like tigers descending the mountain, their superb martial arts skills eliciting gasps from the onlookers.

The fierce battle lasted for a long time. Jianlong was the first to lose his composure. He knew that a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous to him, so he took a step back and his palms were filled with cold energy!

The moisture in the air instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals, which swirled around him.

"Ice Palm!"

The biting cold air surged toward Long Fei like a tidal wave, freezing the ground in its wake.

Long Fei's eyes narrowed, and he dared not be negligent, so he also activated his ultimate technique!

"Frosty Shadow Technique!"

Countless cold energy crystals appeared out of thin air, refracting seven colors under the sunlight, and clashed fiercely with the icy palm force!

In an instant, ice shards flew everywhere, the temperature plummeted, and the tribesmen who were close to the battle circle involuntarily took a half step back.

Both of them understood that continuing the stalemate would only result in mutual destruction.

Almost as if by telepathy, they gathered all the strange energy around them into their palms and charged forward!

"boom--!"

They clashed palms together! The shockwave generated by the surging energy spread outwards from them, causing the clothes of nearby tribesmen to flutter.

At this crucial final moment that will decide the outcome.

Long Fei subtly dodged Jianlong's palm, which contained the power of ice, by turning his head slightly. However, the edge of the arm armor, which was stained with the blood of the poisonous dragon and showed signs of corrosion, inevitably grazed Long Fei's cheek, leaving a thin bloodstain!

However, Long Fei's palm, which gathered the immense energy of the Cold Shadow Technique, abruptly stopped just as it was about to strike Jianlong's chest. The surging energy barely touched the opponent's armor before quietly dissipating.

Jianlong felt the terrifying energy flash across his chest, breaking out in a cold sweat. He stared at Long Fei in astonishment:

"Why...did you stop?"

Long Fei remained calm, withdrew his hand, and said indifferently:

"The Cold Shadow Technique aims to attack the enemy with three parts of its power and retain seven parts for oneself. Besides, this is an internal clan competition, intended for friendly exchange, not a life-or-death struggle. How could I possibly kill you?"