CHAPTER 231: DESIRE OF A HUMAN

’So ordinary weapon and simple attacks are useless.’ Yu Xuan noted it with interest.

’Her bloodline was no petty trick — it layered her in defenses that made common attacks meaningless. Good.’ He liked things interesting.

"Fun, then," he muttered.

His sword began to hum, the air around it thickening as intent released from him.

The Heaven grade sword drank his intent and Qi.

Yu Xuan performed the second form of [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].

Long Anming’s pupils snapped narrow. For a woman who had been pride incarnate, she did not panic; she saw.

Danger blossomed before her like branches of a tree: not one slash, but many — simultaneous, crisscrossing.

In response, light concentrated in her own hands.

Two ephemeral blades coalesced: one gold as dawn, saturated with a warm, blinding brilliance; the other a dark blue, cold and sharp as midnight sea.

The twin weapons were born from her bloodline’s contradiction — creation and destruction.

Her golden eyes glittered, mapping the incoming trajectories.

Around them the realm seemed to hold its breath.

Swords hummed, Qi entangled, and for a moment the world narrowed.

Long Anming summoned a dark Qi aura that swirled around her, forming a small, almost imperceptible domain.

With uncanny precision, she slashed at each incoming attack, her twin swords moving in perfect synchronization with the trajectories of Yu Xuan’s assaults.

Sparks of energy collided mid air, as the battlefield itself trembled under their power.

Yu Xuan’s gaze sharpened.

The weapons she wielded weren’t mere extensions of her hands — they seemed to materialize from her bloodline.

Intrigued, he wanted to see her true form, the dragon beneath the polymorphed facade. Arrogance was often a door to weakness, and he intended to pry it open.

"Heavenly Dragon’s Descend!" Long Anming roared, crouching into a coiled punch stance.

A colossal, radiant golden dragon phantom erupted from her being, its scales shimmering like molten sunlight, claws tearing the air as it lunged at him.

The roar that followed reverberated across the plains, alarming many far away from their battle.

Yu Xuan made some distance with ease. He invoked the third move of the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].

Third Form — Formless Infinite Sword Slashes.

His vision narrowed into monochrome; the world dimmed around him as the red glow of his sword also dimmed and then intensified, fracturing into a thousand slashes of concentrated intent.

The golden dragon, magnificent yet ephemeral, was shredded mid-flight, splitting cleanly down the center.

Its body dissolved into countless motes of light, scattering across the battlefield.

Before Long Anming could recover, Yu Xuan moved with supernatural swiftness, appearing directly in front of her.

With [Telekinesis], his sword hovered effortlessly beside him. Calmly, he flicked his fingers infused with Qi, striking at her horn.

It cracked slightly, making a sound.

Long Anming froze, disbelief flickering across her face. Her golden pupils contracted in shock, her arrogance momentarily shattered.

The symbol of her pride, her lineage, and her bloodline power had been struck and that too by a pathetic human, again.

Yu Xuan tilted his head, a faint, teasing smile curving his lips.

"That horn... seems to have a lot of sentimental value, doesn’t it?"

Long Anming’s hands trembled as she gripped her swords tighter. Fury surged through her veins.

This was the first time anyone had truly harmed her, and the sting of vulnerability clawed at her composure.

Her weapons vanished seamlessly into her being, as if swallowed by her very essence, and a thick, almost tangible bloodlust radiated outward, coiling through the air like a living thing.

Yu Xuan blinked, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of her reaction.

He had expected death threats, perhaps even anger — but this... this was different.

It was the raw, unfiltered fury of a dragon whose pride had been wounded and the seed of karma he had unwittingly sown.

Long Anming’s form began to flicker, light erupting violently around her.

Instinctively, Yu Xuan stepped back, sensing the looming transformation. A domineering force erupted from her, shaking the very air, bending space around them.

When the brilliance subsided, Yu Xuan found himself staring at a creature that would be etched into his memory forever.

Before him rose a colossal Black Eastern dragon, scales glimmering like polished obsidian beneath the blazing nine suns.

Each scale seemed to drink in the surrounding light, only to reflect it softly through the striking contrast of her pure white fur, flowing like liquid silk along her spine and limbs.

The fur shimmered with an ethereal luminescence, emphasizing the sharp elegance of her form. Her golden, slit pupils pierced through him, predatory and furious, every gaze carrying the weight of her lineage and wrath.

Even in her rage, the dragon exuded a breathtaking beauty that transcended mere mortal perception.

The sleek curvature of her horns, the sharp gleam of her claws, and the perfect symmetry of her scales and tail — all combined to create a living masterpiece of power and grace.

Yu Xuan found himself momentarily mesmerized, his breath catching, drawn involuntarily to the exquisite fusion of power and allure radiating from her.

As if sensing his desire, a strange dark aura began to emanate from Yu Xuan, subtle yet potent, intertwining with the energy of the dragon before him.

In his vision, a message burned in black-gold letters, stark against his awareness:

[Darkness & Light Origin Physique (EX) is reacting]

A thrill surged through him — not merely from the intoxicating sense of omnipotence that now coursed through his veins, but from the reckless, almost foolish desire to touch that dragon’s white fur.

And just now, he had a dangerous thought, one that could easily provoke the wrath of the immense power backing her.

Yet, Yu Xuan cared little.

He may not be heaven’s favored son, shielded by plot armor, but he was Yu Xuan — an existence beyond heaven itself.

And with that, he resolved to cultivate with unwavering intent, to pursue his desires without hesitation.

In simple words, he decided to be a Cultivator in earnest.