"She’s finally gone!"
Watching the Taiyin Saintess depart, Yang Chan let out a long sigh of relief. He was quite wary of the trump cards she held, so it was best if they didn’t have to fight.
He needed to spend some time improving his Concealing Breath technique. He had to hide all of his Essence Qi to give her no chance of tracking him.
With a flicker, Yang Chan’s figure vanished.
The outcome of the battle was no longer important to him.
He didn’t care how the Martial Saints, Dragon Slayers, or any of them clashed. All he had to do was stay far away. He was in no position to interfere in a conflict of that level.
’Our strengths aren’t even in the same league. I shouldn’t overthink it.’
Although he had questions to ask, this was not the right place.
He needed to get away from that intense confrontation.
As Yang Chan moved, a gentle breeze enveloped him, making him even faster. He hadn’t even revealed this ability while being pursued by the Taiyin Saintess. Now that no one was around, he naturally made a swift escape.
The world was vast, and with no more obstacles in his way, he put as much distance as he could between them.
After running for a full five hours, Yang Chan’s high-speed travel had already taken him a thousand li away from Jinyun City.
Traveling at full speed without concealing his breath and without stopping, Yang Chan’s pace was astonishing.
He moved with the wind, his speed extreme. Aided by the Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill and his other cultivation techniques, his stamina recovery was so fast that he didn’t even feel tired yet.
The reason he stopped was to wait for midnight. Besides checking on his body’s condition, he wanted to see how many Potential Points he would gain from the Destiny Golden Lotus petal formed from the Power of Origin National Fate.
Unlike others, he wasn’t actually afraid of the Imperial Dynasty’s Power of National Fate, because he had a major trump card.
With his panel, he wasn’t too worried about these strange energies. Just like the Elixir Poison from elixirs, it would be absorbed by the panel after midnight and converted into Potential Points.
If the panel couldn’t handle it, he would consider other solutions. After all, someone had caused this mess. If they couldn’t clean it up, he would show them the meaning of cruelty.
’You’ve been playing dead for so long. It’s about time you woke up!’
Yang Chan found a cave in the forest to use as a temporary resting spot. After entering, he concealed the entrance and set up a few traps.
Then, he sat cross-legged and waited for midnight.
At a certain moment, Yang Chan felt a familiar sensation. The faint traces of Elixir Poison left in his body from taking elixirs were drawn out. At the same time, the feeling of ’I am destiny’ that had come from the Power of Origin National Fate merging with his body vanished.
The sensation of being blessed by the Original National Fate was peculiar. It made one feel as if every action was part of the Righteous Path, and everything one did was destined to succeed.
It was like a strange sense of confidence, or perhaps even arrogance—a baffling self-assurance. Yang Chan did not like this feeling at all.
After witnessing so many experts clash, he was more convinced than ever that it was better to act cautiously and maintain a low profile. This current mindset was completely unsuitable.
However, as midnight arrived and a drawing force emanated from the panel, he felt that arrogant mentality slowly fade away.
This was also the first time Yang Chan had so clearly felt this drawing force. It lasted for several breaths, the longest it ever had.
As he let out a sigh, Yang Chan grew curious about the Potential Points that would refresh on his panel. Since the process had lasted so long, he was sure to have gained a considerable amount.
He was looking forward to it.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
"How did you completely digest the Power of Origin National Fate? Not a single trace is left!"
A startled cry suddenly rang out, filled with utter surprise. Clearly, this outcome was completely unexpected.
"You should use a different form of address. I’d prefer you call me ’Master’!"
"Black Dragon!"
Yang Chan wasn’t surprised to hear the voice. In fact, he had long suspected it was showing signs of waking up.
In Taiyin Heaven, it might have been in a deep slumber due to extreme weakness, but afterward, there were faint signs of consciousness, though they weren’t very obvious.
Back then, Yang Chan had observed it in secret for a while but found no trace of activity, as if it were genuinely asleep.
Eventually, Yang Chan stopped paying it much mind. No matter what it did, it was still within his control.
"You want this venerable one to call you ’Master’? In your dreams!"
"A piece of trash like you who hasn’t even completed the Body Tempering Stage wants this venerable one to call you that? What a fool’s fantasy."
"Even when this venerable one faced a True God, I never used such a title!"
The Black Dragon’s enormous body coiled within the Profound Yin Hanging Bead. Even as a Soul Body, its form was immense.
The two Destiny Golden Dragons from before were nothing more than small fry in its presence.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Yang Chan sneered.
With a mere thought, he activated the Control Technique left behind in the Profound Yin Hanging Bead by the Profound Celestial Divine Monarch.
It was a method not just for controlling the Profound Yin Hanging Bead, but also its Artifact Spirit—a measure specifically prepared for the Black Dragon.
Yang Chan didn’t know who the Profound Celestial Divine Monarch had prepared it for, but now, it was his to benefit from.
"ROAR!!!"
"AGH!!!"
"Damn it, what is this technique?!"
"That accursed Profound Celestial Divine Monarch! AAGH!!! Stop, stop! I said stop!"
"AGH!!!"
Inside the Profound Yin Hanging Bead, the Black Dragon’s agonized screams echoed.
Yang Chan listened, unmoved.
If he were an ordinary person, the Black Dragon would have killed him long ago in Taiyin Heaven.
Besides, he refused to believe the Black Dragon wasn’t behind the Lotus Petal of Original National Fate suddenly landing on him earlier.
Otherwise, the Black Dragon wouldn’t have sounded so surprised just now.
People should pay the price for their mistakes. Dragons are no exception.
Don’t even bring up whether humans are nobler than dragons, or dragons nobler than humans.
In Yang Chan’s eyes, all living beings were more or less the same. Strength was the only true source of confidence.
Now that he held the reins of control, he had the initiative and the dominant position. He would be the one to decide how things proceeded.
The Black Dragon’s screams continued, but Yang Chan remained impassive, letting it wail.
He was no Holy Mother, unable to bear the sight of suffering. More often than not, his actions were simply aligned with his own choices.
The Black Dragon had just tried to scheme against him. If he didn’t teach it a harsh lesson, it would surely dare to do so again. Only by experiencing his thunderous methods would it learn to restrain itself.
Yang Chan disliked that kind of defiant face. It was the kind of face that made one want to step on it. Since that was the feeling the Black Dragon gave him right now, he would stomp on it a few times, hard.
Even if the Black Dragon was a tiger brought low on the plains, bullied by dogs, or a dragon trapped in shallow waters, teased by shrimp, one still needed the fortune of the dog and the experience of the shrimp to do so. And even that required strength to achieve.
A Moon-Eating Celestial Dog or a Lobster that Transcended Mortality to Become a True Spirit, once fully grown, would be no weaker than a Black Tiger or a Black Dragon. They all possessed supreme potential.
As for the Black Dragon’s current situation, it was a phoenix that had fallen to earth, worth less than a chicken. Its very life and death were outside its control.
To Yang Chan, it didn’t matter how high and mighty you once were. If you were under his control, you had to play by his rules.
If you don’t have the power to break the rules, you must submit.
"Junior, you’ve gone too far!"
"Agh! Damn it! Junior..."
All sorts of foul curses spewed from the Black Dragon’s mouth. At this moment, it had lost all of its former nobility. Instead, it sounded like it could rival a common shrew from the marketplace.
Its appearance as it wailed and writhed on the ground was even more shrewish than a shrew—the kind that had thrown all restraint to the wind.
At this point, not a trace of its noble bearing could be seen.
Yang Chan continued the torment, showing no mercy.
’If you’re not willing to submit, then we’ll just continue!’
The Black Dragon might have knowledge he needed in its mind, but if it kept scheming against him like before, it would be better off dead.
Rather than being plotted against, it would be better to just send it on its way.
"Master!"
After an unknown amount of time, the Black Dragon was finally the first to lower its noble head.
It first called out the word "Master." The sound was faint, but Yang Chan heard it clearly.
"Hmph! Too quiet. Did you not eat?"
Yang Chan snorted coldly and didn’t stop.
’Since I’m going to make it submit, I might as well keep going. Taming it when its Spirit and will are at their weakest is the best choice.’
Once a bottom line has been crossed, the rest of the process becomes much simpler.
There’s no lower limit to a bottom line. As long as you persist, you’ll see an even more disgraceful new low, one that defies imagination.
"Master!"
The Black Dragon’s voice grew louder, but its eyes were still filled with resentment. It was clearly unwilling.
Being forced into this by a weak Body Tempering Stage Martial Arts Cultivator, as it saw him, made it feel incredibly resentful. Hatred still flickered in its eyes.
This hatred was directed not only at Yang Chan, but also at the Profound Celestial Divine Monarch, the source of all this.
’They are the cause of my current miserable state. They all deserve to die!’