Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Ancient Dragon Court..."

Mao Que’s throat trembled. He lifted his head and muttered, "They’ve taken a liking to me?"

Mao Que couldn’t believe it.

Whether that legendary [Ancient Dragon Court] really existed or not, this was the first time he’d ever seen a Dragon Descendant Great Demon with blood that pure.

The other side was saying they needed him.

What virtue or ability did he have, to be needed by the Ancient Dragon Court?

"My lord..."

Mao Que looked up at the woman Great Demon, his voice shaking as he said, "But I don’t have any Dragon Blood in me..."

He had once heard.

A thousand years ago, the Ancient Dragon Court had in total only a few dozen Great Demons.

Every single Great Demon was an existence that could hold up the sky alone!

Because Dragon Blood flowed in their bodies, these Great Demons cultivated at extremely swift speeds. In the Ancient Dragon Court, as long as they reached adulthood, every Great Demon was at least a Venerable of the Yin God Realm!

"That doesn’t matter."

The man in the wheelchair spoke.

His voice was light, casual.

"Bloodlines can be inherited, and Dragon Blood... can naturally be bestowed as well."

In the Demon Country.

A cultivator’s upper limit was, for the most part, determined by their bloodline!

Some Great Demons were born with pure blood, like the "Saint Prince"; this was a one-in-ten-thousand top-tier talent. As long as they cultivated normally, they could smoothly become a Yin God, and if they had abundant resources, condensing Dao to achieve the Yang God was not difficult either.

But for most Demon Cultivators, their bloodlines were nowhere near that strong.

In this world... miracles that defy fate truly existed.

Take Mo Zhen, known to all.

This former number one Venerable of the Demon Country was not famous for having an overwhelmingly powerful bloodline. Cui Zhen had not been born with any especially strong blood; he certainly had many opportunities and much Creation... but all those fortuitous encounters and fortune, he seized with his own strength and perseverance.

Of course, after Cui Zhen condensed Dao, the strength of his bloodline also rose step by step...

Eventually, he was no weaker than the pure-blooded Great Demons from a thousand years ago.

Or take Jiang Huang.

The current Jiang Huang was a top Great Demon with the aptitude for Harmonization, a nailed-down, future Throne. Yet years ago, though her talent was good, it wasn’t this monstrous. The reason she was able to transform to this degree was largely due to the legacy the Holy Empress left behind.

Bloodlines...

could be changed!

After absorbing the Phoenix Blood legacy left by the Holy Empress, Jiang Huang’s already pure Phoenix Blood advanced another step, reaching the truly Perfect Realm!

"You... intend to bestow ’Dragon Blood’ on me?!"

Mao Que’s pupils contracted; his voice was filled with utter disbelief.

"Heh."

In the wind and snow there came a very soft chuckle.

The man in the wheelchair didn’t make any grand gesture, merely lifted his hand and lightly beckoned.

"..."

The woman Great Demon understood, raising her snow-pale wrist and slowly drawing a line across it with her fingertip.

Rip.

Her skin split open.

A drop of golden Dragon Blood fell and hung suspended in the air.

This was a Perfect drop of Dragon Blood.

Within a radius of dozens of zhang, one could feel the majesty radiating from this drop of blood!

Mao Que swallowed hard.

He craved that Dragon Blood with all his being, but the fear in his heart still overwhelmed his desire. That golden drop of blood was floating right before him; all he had to do was reach out and close his fingers around it... yet he didn’t dare. He knew that with the strength of these two Great Cultivators, a single stray thought could turn him into White Paper Ashes.

"What’s wrong?"

The man asked with a smile, "The Dragon Blood is right in front of you. You don’t want it?"

"Of course Mao Que wants it..."

Mao Que forced himself to lower his head, not daring to look directly at the woman Great Demon.

He said with difficulty, "It’s just that Mao Que does not dare betray the [Heavenly Phoenix Palace]."

He knew full well.

What he’d relied on to cultivate to this step.

Although his Master treated him only so-so.

The resources that allowed him to cultivate all the way to the Cave Heaven Realm were all provided by his Master; behind Lushui Cave Heaven stood the Heavenly Phoenix Palace.

How would he dare provoke the number one Holy Land of the Demon Country?

"Heavenly Phoenix Palace..."

The laughter sounded again in the wind and snow.

There was unmistakable contempt in that laugh.

"Fool."

The woman Great Demon looked down on Mao Que, her face expressionless as she said, "Once you enter the Ancient Dragon Court, what is there to fear from the Heavenly Phoenix Palace?"

Mao Que froze.

His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

These words were practically blasphemy.

But thinking it through carefully, to dare say such a thing...

The master behind this [Ancient Dragon Court] had to be at least a Yang God Great Cultivator, right?

No.

An ordinary Yang God probably still wouldn’t be enough!

"If you stay in Lushui Cave Heaven, how long will you have to cultivate to achieve Yin God?"

Ao Ying paused, then continued, "Ten years? Twenty? A hundred? Or perhaps... your entire life?"

"..."

That sentence pierced straight into Mao Que’s heart.

His expression instantly turned bitter to the extreme.

Yes.

He already counted as one of the more diligent among the disciples under Lushui Cave Heaven. After cultivating for several decades, he was only at the Sixth Realm of Cave Heaven.

If he kept going like this.

He might never reach the Yin God Realm in his entire life.

"You can accept this drop of Dragon Blood."

The voice at the end of the wind and snow was very calm: "After you go back, continue being a good disciple of Lushui Cave Heaven. With the effects of this drop of Dragon Blood, it won’t be long before you welcome your first breakthrough."

This drop of Dragon Blood truly could change fate.

Within it was mixed a portion of Great Dao Intent, as well as a bit of diluted Red Dragon Fortune.

For a Cave Heaven Demon, this was already quite a tremendous Creation.

Of course...

After consuming this drop of Dragon Blood.

Mao Que would also count as a genuine bearer of Dragon Descendant Demon Blood.

"My lord."

Mao Que bowed in terror and said, "What virtue and ability do I have... what do you require of me?"

He knew.

There was no such thing as a gift without cause in this world.

After accepting this drop of Dragon Blood, could he still be considered a disciple of Lushui Cave Heaven?

Some things.

He hoped the other side would spell out clearly.

At the end of the wind and snow, there was a brief silence.

"Once you accept this drop of Dragon Blood... you will be one of the [Ancient Dragon Court]."

Xie Xuanyi gazed at Mao Que and slowly spoke.

"[Ancient Dragon Court] and Lushui Cave Heaven have no enmity. You can rest easy; taking this drop of Dragon Blood will not cost you your life..."

"Do you still remember the ’White Paper Ashes’ I mentioned earlier?"

"We are not convenient to show ourselves, so... after you take in the Dragon Blood, there are a few things we’ll need you to do."

With that said.

The wind and snow fell silent once more.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Heaven and earth were so quiet that Mao Que felt he could hear his own heartbeat.

He stared at the people before him in disbelief.

That was it?

To obtain this drop of Dragon Blood... he seemed to hardly have to pay anything at all...

Thinking it through, Mao Que found himself ridiculous.

He was just a mere Cave Heaven.

For someone of this level to take notice of him was already incredible good fortune.

What could his meager strength accomplish?

Out in the world.

This single drop of Dragon Blood was enough to buy his life several times over!

Countless Great Cultivators yearned to defy the heavens and change their fate!

"Many thanks to you both, my lords!"

Mao Que took a deep breath and could no longer hold himself back. He suddenly thrust out his hand and tightly clenched the golden Dragon Blood.

With a thud, he kowtowed to the ground.

His voice could no longer suppress the excitement in it.

"Mao Que... is willing to smash body and scatter brain for the [Ancient Dragon Court]!"

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(PS: This Chapter is very short, so there’ll be another one tomorrow morning. This section is relatively hard to write; if you stock up Chapters and binge, the experience will be much better.)