TL: GoldenLung

Huang Daoqi watched Lan Xuanyu eat the Dragon Soul Fruit without hesitation, nodding in satisfaction.

“This,” he said, “is a Dragon Soul Fruit—an exceedingly rare treasure. It grows only in the most mysterious place on Celestial Dragon Planet, where the Dragon Knights themselves cultivate. These two were personally sent by the Black Fear Dragon Knight, for you two specifically—to aid your Dragonforce Tempering cultivation. With their help, you’ll achieve twice the results with half the effort.

“I once consumed one myself,” he added with a faint smile. “It takes time to digest, but when used in conjunction with Dragonforce Tempering, the results are extraordinary. Begin your cultivation at once. Until you finish, no one will disturb you.”

Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu sat cross-legged facing each other.

For now, they couldn’t begin cultivating—the Dragon Soul Fruit’s potency was simply too fierce.

Lan Xuanyu had consumed many heavenly treasures before. He had even refined his body within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well on Senluo Planet. Yet never—never once—had he felt such overwhelming power surge through him.

Satisfied, Huang Daoqi nodded once more and turned to leave, closing the doors of the Dragonforce Hall behind him. Only Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu remained.

Lan Xuanyu released his own aura, channeling his bloodline power outward to envelop Bai Xiuxiu, guiding her blood to resonate with his.

Both of them could feel their blood boiling violently within their veins. The Dragon Soul Fruit’s energy was flooding every corner of their bodies at breakneck speed.

From within, faint dragon roars echoed endlessly—but strangely enough, there was no pain. Only heat—pure, cleansing heat—as if the impurities within their bodies were being burned away, little by little.

“Cultivate according to the Dragonforce Tempering method,” Lan Xuanyu managed to say, his voice hoarse from the surge of power.

As he spoke, he clasped Bai Xiuxiu’s hands. The Dragon God bloodline within him flared to life, guiding the flow of their bloodline energy into every limb and bone.

The Dragon Knights’ cultivation method—training from the outside in—was literal: from skin to muscle, from muscle to bone, from the limbs to the core.

The moment their bloodline power dispersed, both their bodies turned crimson. They could feel every subtle change as it happened.

This boiling of blood was not self-ignited. It was entirely induced by the Dragon Soul Fruit—testament to how potent its essence truly was.

Yet, curiously, the blood-burning caused no harm. Instead, it gently refined their bodies, smoothing out imperfections, strengthening everything.

Neither of them knew the truth: both Dragon Blood Sap and Dragon Soul Fruit could only be consumed by those with dragon blood.

Any other creature would die instantly.

The value of the Dragon Soul Fruit far surpassed that of Dragon Blood Sap. Only Higher Dragons, at the beginning of their Dragonforce Tempering, ever had the chance to consume one.

In the Huang Family, only Huang Daoqi and his son Huang Yuanlang had ever tasted one. The younger siblings—less gifted—were deemed unworthy.

The greatest advantage of the Dragon Soul Fruit was this: it allowed one to experience the refining effect of burning blood—without truly burning it.

A safe simulation of bloodline ignition, granting beginners the chance to comprehend the feeling of tempering without risk.

At this moment, Lan Xuanyu and Bai Xiuxiu were immersed in that wondrous state. The effects were far beyond their expectations.

They could sense their bodies changing—refining.

For Bai Xiuxiu especially, the transformation was profound.

Lan Xuanyu’s Dragon God bloodline, a fusion of the two great Dragon Kings, was unmatched. The Dragon Soul Fruit, though powerful, was nowhere near as fierce as his own true blood ignition. Compared to the agony and rebirth he had experienced during previous breakthroughs, this felt mild—transformative, yes, but not extreme.

But Bai Xiuxiu was different.

Her bloodline had evolved from the Demon Soul Great White Shark, later infused with the power of the Abyssal Frost Demon Dragon and the Demon Queen.

Yet even the Demon Queen’s lineage paled before Lan Xuanyu’s.

Under the Dragon Soul Fruit’s influence, Bai Xiuxiu felt herself evolving—like a serpent shedding its old skin.

Every fiber of her being was changing, reborn.

Soon, both of them slipped into a state of complete immersion—self and world forgotten.

No one knew how much time had passed before Bai Xiuxiu awoke.

Opening her eyes, she was startled to find Lan Xuanyu gone.

The Dragonforce Hall was silent, empty.

“Xuan…” She almost called his name aloud, then caught herself—remembering where she was. She quickly fell silent.

Glancing around warily, she sensed no danger. Only then did she close her eyes again, turning her focus inward.

Her bloodline energy was vastly stronger. The core within her had nearly doubled in size.

Even more astonishing—the lines between her soul power and her bloodline power had blurred. They now flowed as one, inseparable.

Her body itself felt… changed.

Is the Dragonforce Tempering technique truly this overbearing? she wondered.

Standing up, she stretched slightly, though she didn’t immediately seek out Lan Xuanyu.

Her body felt weightless, almost ethereal.

There was a strange, unfamiliar sensation—as though her body no longer fully belonged to her.

Looking at her hand, she noticed her skin had become crystal-clear, faintly radiant with a soft red glow. Her entire body was warmer than before. Inside, her bloodline energy surged fiercely—far stronger than before—and even her spiritual sea had expanded.

Since merging completely with the Demon Queen, the latter’s consciousness had vanished, only to awaken again when Bai Xiuxiu reached the god level.

So for now, she had no one to consult.

Still, she knew one thing for certain—her strength had grown tremendously.

Leaving the Dragonforce Hall, she found servants waiting outside.

The moment they saw her, they hurried forward with refreshments and fruit.

Bai Xiuxiu waved them off, asking instead, “Where’s my sister?”

“Lady Lan left three days ago,” the servant replied quickly. “She said she was returning home first to consolidate her cultivation, and that you should come home when you awoke.”

Bai Xiuxiu frowned. Lan Xuanyu left without waiting for me? That’s not like him…

Then suddenly, realization flashed in her eyes. She understood.

Without another word, she strode out.

Once outside the City Lord’s mansion, she didn’t bother to hide her form.

Unleashing her Martial Soul Avatar, she transformed into the Abyssal Frost Demon Dragon, wings unfurling as she soared skyward.

The instant she became her dragon form, she noticed the difference.

Her body had grown nearly ten percent larger. A single flap of her wings sent her surging upward through the air.

Her bloodline power flowed with new vigor—especially through her wings.

Wind resistance seemed to vanish before her.

Strength pulsed from within, radiating outward in an unstoppable tide.

So this is the refinement’s result? she marveled.

In just a dozen wingbeats, she could already see her residence in the distance.

The Abyssal Frost Demon Dragon folded her wings and dove, tearing through the air like a gleaming arrow.

As she neared the rooftop dome, she opened her wings again, slowing effortlessly.

The dome split open, allowing her to descend gracefully within.

Mid-descent, she shifted back into her human form.

Her feet touched the floor lightly—and the moment she did, a smile blossomed on her face.

Before her stood a familiar figure.

Not only Lan Xuanyu, but Tang Yuge, Yuanen Huihui, Qian Lei, and Lan Mengqin were all there.

Only Liu Feng was absent.

She immediately understood—Lan Xuanyu had left early to rendezvous with their companions in space.

“Finished cultivating?” Lan Xuanyu asked, smiling gently.

“Mhm,” Bai Xiuxiu nodded. “The changes are remarkable. What about you?”

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