piratefiction Chapter 1: The Green Snake Transforms into a Dragon!
Chapter 1: The Green Snake Transforms into a Dragon!
The Qing Family Manor, on the outskirts of Nottingham.
This estate is built in a valley surrounded by mountains. From the outside, it looks like just a lush forest with no decent roads.
Even if someone accidentally wanders into the deep mountains, they will only be led elsewhere by the maze and will never find the entrance to this place.
The manor is small, with blue bricks and gray tiles, nestled among ancient trees.
There are several towering old locust trees in the courtyard, their canopies blocking out the sun and enveloping the entire courtyard in a cool shade.
This is the ancestral home of the Qing family.
A hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Qing family obtained this fiefdom from the Heavenly Dou Empire through their outstanding military achievements. They were granted the hereditary title of viscount and lived here in retirement.
It has been passed down to the fourth generation.
At this moment, the deepest secret room in the manor is brightly lit.
The secret chamber was not large, about three zhang square, with a blue stone altar in the center.
On the altar was a lifelike blue stone snake sculpture, its body winding and its head raised high, with two emerald gems set in its eye sockets, shimmering with a faint light in the candlelight.
This is the place where the Qing family has awakened their martial spirits throughout the generations.
Only direct descendants are qualified to enter this secret chamber.
At this moment, four people were standing in the secret room.
Qing Zhengyue stood on the left side of the altar, with white hair and a green robe, his posture as straight as a pine tree.
He is seventy-eight years old this year, a level sixty-six Soul Emperor. In his youth, he fought on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire and killed countless enemies.
Now, after retiring for many years, the fierce aura he once possessed has long since faded, leaving only a decrepit old appearance.
But those eyes remained as sharp as knives.
Liu Yunlan stood beside him, with silver hair, blue eyes, and a kind face.
Seventy-four years old, a level fifty-five Soul King, born into a family of doctors, and proficient in pharmacology and toxicology.
At this moment, she was smiling as she looked at the six-year-old child in the center of the altar, her eyes full of love.
Qing Hongyuan stood on the right side of the altar. He was in his early forties, with a refined appearance, and was a level 47 Soul Master.
He is the nominal head of the Qing family, but major decisions are still made by his father.
Shen Wanqing stood beside her husband. She was forty years old, still charming, and a level forty-three Soul Master.
Born into the Shen family of the Heaven Dou Empire, with the Martial Soul Jade Orchid, she is the actual operator of the Qing family's economy.
Four people, four pairs of eyes, all stared at the child in the center of the altar.
Qing Mufeng.
Six years old.
He is the only son of the Qing family, who has been passed down through three generations.
He is the fourth generation.
The boy, dressed in a short blue robe, stood barefoot on the blue stone altar, his face calm.
His features haven't fully developed yet, but you can already tell that he will definitely grow into a handsome young man.
Her black hair was casually tied back with a blue cloth strip, with a few strands falling in front of her forehead, making her eyes look exceptionally bright.
"Mu Feng, come here," Qing Zhengyue said in a steady voice. "Place your hand on the serpent carving."
Qing Mufeng followed the instructions and walked to the center of the altar, stretching out his hands and placing them on the snake head of the blue stone snake carving.
The stone sculpture was cool, but the two emerald gems were slightly warm in his palm.
Qing Zhengyue took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and channeled his soul power into the crystals surrounding the altar.
The crystals lit up one by one, and the blue light spread along the patterns on the altar, eventually converging on the serpent sculpture in the center.
The serpent eagle's eyes suddenly lit up.
Two beams of emerald light shot out from the gemstone, enveloping Qing Mufeng within them.
The awakening has begun.
Qing Mufeng felt something awaken from the depths of his body, like a seed that had been dormant in his bloodline breaking through the soil at this moment.
That power spread along the meridians, surged into the limbs and bones, and finally gathered at the top of the head, transforming into a phantom.
Above the altar, a phantom image of a cyan martial spirit slowly emerged.
Inside the sealed room, all four people held their breath.
It was a serpentine phantom.
Its entire body is bluish-green, and its scales are like jade carvings, each one gleaming with a metallic luster.
The snake was several times larger than an ordinary green snake, coiled above the altar with its head held high and its eyes golden.
Those weren't the eyes of a snake; they were the eyes of some higher being.
majesty.
noble.
There was also a faint, yet palpable, pressure emanating from the phantom.
Qing Zhengyue's pupils suddenly contracted.
He lived for seventy-eight years and witnessed countless martial spirit awakenings.
He had seen the Green Serpent Martial Soul of the Qing family no less than ten times.
But never before has the awakened phantom possessed such imposing presence.
This doesn't look like a green snake.
"Soul Testing Ball." Qing Zhengyue suppressed his shock and said in a deep voice.
Shen Wanqing had already prepared the soul-testing ball. She quickly stepped forward and handed the fist-sized crystal ball to her son.
"Mu Feng, put your hand on it."
Qing Mufeng nodded and placed his right hand on the soul-testing ball.
The crystal ball lit up.
A cyan light surged from the center of the sphere, growing brighter and brighter until, in less than three breaths, the entire Soul Testing Sphere was filled with dazzling cyan light.
On the surface of the sphere, a number appeared.
two.
Then it becomes twenty.
Level 20.
The air inside the sealed room seemed to freeze.
Qing Hongyuan's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.
Shen Wanqing covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening.
Liu Yunlan's tears fell instantly. The old lady clutched her chest and murmured, "Level 20... Level 20 of the Innate Realm..."
Qing Zhengyue did not move.
The old man stood beside the altar, staring at the glaring "20" on the soul-testing ball, remaining silent for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The innate full soul power is level ten.
This is common knowledge in Douluo Continent.
But his grandson scored level 20.
What does this mean?
Qing Zhengyue dared not think about it.
All he knew was that if this news got out, the entire continent would be shaken.
The Spirit Hall will come, the major sects will come, and all the forces hidden in the shadows will come.
At that time, he, a mere Soul Emperor, will not be able to protect this child.
Qing Zhengyue turned around and said to his family in a serious tone he had never used before, "Anyone who tells anyone about what happened today, I will kill them with my own hands."
No one thought that statement was excessive.
Qing Hongyuan was the first to nod: "Father, rest assured."
Shen Wanqing wiped away her tears: "I understand."
Liu Yunlan didn't say anything, but simply hugged her grandson tightly into her arms.
Qing Mufeng let his grandmother hold him, his face expressionless.
He knew very well what had happened.
Because he is not a native of this world.
He comes from another world, a place called "Earth".
There, he read a book called "Douluo Continent" and learned about the history, power dynamics, and so-called chosen ones of destiny in this world.
He crossed.
He transmigrated to the Douluo Continent and became the only son of the Qing family, who was the only son of three generations.
Six years ago, he was born into this world, carrying memories of his previous life.
For six years, he grew up peacefully, eating the best food, using the best things, and being pampered by his whole family.
But he never forgot how dangerous the world was.
The Spirit Hall, spirit beasts, evil spirit masters, and those powerful individuals who will stop at nothing for profit.
In this world, weakness is the original sin.
So he's not in a hurry.
Unlike the protagonists in those time-travel novels who wake up and immediately start showing off, wanting the whole world to know they're geniuses, he doesn't.
He chose to live a life of ignominy.
Develop discreetly, secretly accumulate strength, do not expose yourself, do not show off, and do not stand out.
If you can avoid taking action, then don't; but if you do, leave no survivors.
This is his rule for surviving in this world.
"Mu Feng." Qing Zheng Yue's voice interrupted his thoughts.
The old man walked up to him, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.
"You are at level 20 innately, which means you can absorb two spirit rings at once." Qing Zhengyue's voice was soft, but every word was firm and resounding.
"Your first spirit ring will be 800 years old. Your second spirit ring will be 1600 years old."
Qing Hongyuan gasped, "Father, eight hundred years? The limit for an ordinary Soul Master's first ring is only four hundred years..."
"He's no ordinary Soul Master." Qing Zhengyue interrupted his son, his gaze never leaving his grandson's eyes.
"Mu Feng, are you scared?"
Qing Mufeng looked into his grandfather's eyes and shook his head.
"I'm not afraid."
His voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like that of a six-year-old child.
Qing Zhengyue stared at him for a long time, then smiled.
That was the first time the old man had laughed so heartily since he retired.
"Good." Qing Zhengyue stood up and patted his grandson on the shoulder: "This is the true blood of the Qing family."
Inside the secret chamber, the eyes of the blue stone serpent sculpture gradually dimmed.
But within Qing Mufeng's body, the seed that had just awakened had already begun to take root and sprout.
Deep within his perception, a legacy of memories quietly emerged.
I am the Azure Dragon of the East, the origin of wood, and the master of the seven constellations.
[Your bloodline is currently dormant; only by absorbing a noble wood-attribute soul ring can my true form gradually awaken.]
The serpentine form is merely an appearance; the dragon's soul resides within your heart.
Qing Mufeng lowered his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Azure Dragon.
It's not a green snake.
It is the Azure Dragon.
He didn't tell anyone.
At least, not now.
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