Dragon Seed Sturgeon

"Well done!"

The Great King Lotus swayed gently, its leaf tips tender green.

Standing amid the glittering light, Liang Qu patted Long Binglin on the shoulder, unable to contain his excitement.

The Dragon Man Tribe was naturally long-lived. Hunting Tiger alone had a lifespan of two hundred years. Now they had five Grandmasters in full, and the First Elder was even a Celestial Grandmaster—the treasure that steadied the clan. Placed anywhere outside, they would unquestionably count as a top-tier great clan! Even great aristocratic families came in ranks high and low.

If a family had only one Perfected Elephant Grandmaster, and no outstanding junior to take up the mantle, it likewise risked "falling a realm," flashing briefly in the local prefectural gazette before vanishing into nothingness. It took two to gain even a little stability. With three, so long as they did not stubbornly court death, they could at least pass the torch for five hundred years, rising and falling in turn, evergreen and undefeated.

Five hundred years—what an age that was!

Three Perfected Elephant Grandmasters were already like this; five were all the more extraordinary. Quantity brought qualitative change. Not only could they preserve wealth and glory for a thousand years, keeping their bloodline from declining, but if the clan's descendants proved worthy, they might even save up enough strength to charge higher!

What a pity.

The Dragon Man Tribe had been driven from the Dragon Palace by Flood Dragons. There was nothing much in the clan's Treasure Vault. Other than martial strength, the only benefit Liang Qu currently enjoyed was the Great King Lotus seeds every July and August.

But martial strength alone made it worthwhile!

"Everything Binglin gained today was thanks to Elder!"

Liang Qu shook his head. "If you had not been one step from the