The Battle of the Crystal Dragon

The changes in Jia Rong's temperament were not small.

His hair was no longer the dark black of the Jia family's ancestral robe, but a deep crimson, like a burning flame.

His pupils had also turned into deep crimson, filled with a proud and arrogant light.

His face could still see the traces of his past, but his entire body had undergone a world-changing transformation.

Jia Rong stood up, feeling a sense of indescribable pride. He glanced at the blood-stained rags on the ground.

He raised his hand, and with a gentle wave of his hand. Only to see those blood-stained rags instantly turn into a streak of light, re-weaving into a crimson robe, and falling onto his body.

This robe fit him perfectly, exuding a faint scent of blood.

"Hmph, the texture of this blood robe is extraordinary. It can't be compared to my 'Crimson Blood'."

Jia Rong said indifferently, his voice filled with confidence. He put away his black sword and walked towards the secret chamber.

To Jia Rong's surprise, the black sword had already completed its mission.

As the Jia family's inheritance, it was to protect its master after he officially became the head of the family. This was the foundation of the Jia family's existence, and it was also his loyalty and respect for the family.

Jia Rong was just about to see Jia Rong walk out of the secret chamber when he felt a pang of guilt in his heart.

This month, he was always worried about Jia Rong's safety, thinking he would cause trouble.

Now that he saw him calm and composed, and his strength greatly increased, Jia Rong felt extremely relieved.

The black sword handed over Jia Rong, and Jia Rong then opened the door to Jia Rong's residence.

He needed to find a quiet place to digest his recent gains.

Only by tempering himself could he be considered a true grown-up.

Ten years ago, the imperial city was still a vast and boundless battlefield.

"This is it. Jia Rong, go ahead."

A voice from the middle of the courtyard broke the surrounding silence. He wore a tall imperial uniform, and his eyes revealed an arrogant look that was about to be revealed.

As an imperial guard of the imperial city, his status was that of Jia Rong's adopted son, a disciple named Ren.

However, both disciples and adopted sons were ranked according to the imperial city's four, three, two, one, and special ranks.

Below the special rank, the disciples were all stronger than the ordinary ones.

Standing beside him was Jia Rong's proud disciple—Jia Rong.

Ten years ago, Jia Rong was already famous. He had become more and more unfathomable.

His neat hair was meticulously combed back, a lock of hair fell on his left shoulder, and it fluttered in the wind, making him look extraordinarily extraordinary.

His face was handsome, and his eyes revealed confidence and arrogance, filled with steady light.

A faint smile hung on his lips, making him seem both intimidating and approachable.

In fact, Jia Rong's appearance was ordinary, but his strength was not to be underestimated.

He was the fifth son of the Jia family, ranked high in the imperial city and his status.

The courtyard in the middle of the city felt both majestic and daunting. He knew that this time, the imperial guard's mission was a great shock and a test.

"Jia Rong, you go ahead. I'll be back soon. I don't want to keep you waiting too long."

Jia Rong smiled at Jia Rong and said.

His confidence revealed his arrogance, making a person feel like they were in control.

Next, Jia Rong recited a poem with a clear voice: "From the beginning, it is the end; the sky is vast, and the stars are countless."

As the poem echoed, he clasped his hands together, and a powerful force erupted from him, like black ink, slowly spreading and covering the entire battlefield.

Entering the darkness, Jia Rong felt a trace of the scent of blood.

He could clearly feel the high-pitched and unusual scent of blood in the battlefield, and this aura filled the sky and the earth. He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and walked towards the north.

There, he felt a powerful oppressive aura, which was the aura of the imperial guard he had just met—a disciple of the 'Crimson Blood'.

Under the moonlight, a small pavilion was faintly visible, emitting a faint and distant light.

Jia Rong gently pushed open the pavilion door, and the scene that was originally known to the world disappeared.

Instead, it was a deep and bottomless darkness, making people feel a sense of extreme depth.

In the darkness, a huge, colorful python was lying on Jia Rong's body, entwining him, making him unable to move.

The python's scales shimmered in the darkness, emitting an indescribable aura.

At this moment, the darkness was broken by a burst of rhythmic heartbeats.

A woman with a beautiful face and wearing a unique dress walked out of the darkness, starting to dance gracefully.

Her dance was graceful and elegant, making people feel the power of her movements even in the dim light.

After dancing, the woman took off her mask, revealing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying.

Her skin was pale like a dead person, and her eyes were filled with a dark light. A smile hung on her lips, making her look like a dancing devil.

The appearance of the black-scaled python, Jia Ruofei, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. A surge of unbearable discomfort rose in his heart.

Hiss!

A sharp cry of pain erupted from the woman, her mind reeling in the darkness. Jia Ruofei, however, was indifferent.

As the sound of the sharp cry faded, the python's mouth, like a pair of bloody lips, revealed its sharp, poisonous fangs.

It bit down on Jia Ruofei's neck, the venom quickly spreading throughout his body.

A wave of unbearable pain spread throughout his body. Jia Ruofei writhed on the ground, letting out heart-wrenching screams.

However, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the python's restraint.

Finally, under the torment of the pain in his limbs, he lost consciousness. His body slowly dissolved into a pool of water and sank into the dark earth.

At this moment, the surroundings changed.

The original deep, dark abyss transformed into a bright, sunny courtyard. The pool of water also disappeared as if it had never existed.

In the courtyard, a figure lay prone on the ground. She was the masked woman from the dance.

She licked her lips with her slender tongue, a fake smile appearing on her face. "It's nothing special."

However, at that moment, another figure appeared in the courtyard.

He was Jia Ruofei, who had just died. Time seemed to flow backward, and he had returned to the present.

His appearance startled the woman. She didn't know what had happened, but her intuition told her that something was wrong.

Jia Ruofei stood in the sacred courtyard, his eyes deep. He seemed to be able to see through everything.