Dragon Sons Fierce, Dragon Girls Faithful
The silence in the hall lasted as long as an eternity.
Suppression, struggle, weighing options, resentment... a mix of emotions swirled in the eyes of the Dragon Clan's high-ranking members.
Final.
All eyes were on Ao Cang, the person in charge.
The ancient Ancient Dragon slowly closed its eyes.
After a long silence, Ao Cang finally spoke, carrying their last bit of pride:
"We will obey the command of the Ancestral Dragon."
He did not say he would submit to the Qin Clan, but emphasized that he would obey the Ancestral Dragon.
This is the last vestige of dignity that the True Dragon Clan can maintain in the face of an irreversible trend—we are not submitting to the Human Race Imperial Clan, but rather obeying the will of our future rulers.
Qin Wangchuan was not surprised at all.
He nodded, adding in a calm voice:
"And the Ancestral Dragon will submit to me."
"Prepare as soon as possible."
After saying that, he took Dragon Scale's hand and turned to walk out of the hall.
His steps were composed, his back straight, as if he were the true master of this Ancient Dragon Hall.
Long Yue, who was behind her, was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly followed.
Only Ao Cang and the other Dragon Clan elders remained, standing in the same spot, looking at each other in bewilderment, the hall silent.
A moment later.
"Ha..."
A sudden, low laugh escaped Ao Cang's lips.
The laughter seemed to spread quickly, and several Clan Elder joined in.
"Ha ha."
"A junior, merely a junior member of the Qin Clan."
"Such audacity, such power, such... taken-for-granted sense of control."
The laughter initially carried a hint of excitement, as if it were an expression of admiration, or perhaps a release of pent-up emotions.
But gradually, the laughter subsided, eventually turning into a long sigh filled with endless regret and helplessness.
"Well..."
"The Qin Clan, the Qin Clan..."
The unspoken words contained too many unspeakable things.
When the words "the Qin Clan Divine Son" were spoken openly, the news that the Heavenly Emperor was still alive was confirmed.
These ancient dragons, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, had already clearly seen the only path.
The remaining struggles and silence are nothing more than a last shred of dignity for the sake of the community and for themselves.
Long Yue, who quickly chased after him out of the main hall, was somewhat lost in thought.
She stared blankly at the back of the young man in black robes who was holding Dragon Scale and walking unhurriedly ahead.
Sunlight streamed through the columns, casting flickering shadows on him.
In a daze.
Long Yue seemed to see a faint phantom of a True Dragon sovereign emerging from that figure's back, with majestic dragon horns on its head, draped in a magnificent robe of ten thousand dragons, and standing on the stars and the universe, incomparably noble and looking down upon the world!
The phantom image vanished in a flash, as fast as an illusion.
Long Yue blinked subconsciously, and the boy's back was still before her eyes, tall and straight, but without any dragon horns.
But that fleeting hallucination left an indelible mark on her heart.
'Divine Son...'
She pondered these two words, which were quite unfamiliar to her, over and over again.
She had not yet been born 10,000 years ago.
Although she had read scattered records about the Qin Clan, the Imperial Clan of the Human Race, in the clan's ancient books, this was the first time she had truly heard and experienced the specific title of "Divine Son".
Recalling what had just happened in the main hall.
Facing the immense Dragon Might of several Dragon Clan elders, Qin Wangchuan showed no fear whatsoever.
Instead, he exuded confidence and pressure, ultimately securing the victory with absolute dominance...
An incredibly strong thought surged uncontrollably from the depths of Long Yue's heart:
"If it were my True Dragon Clan... would it truly have a ruler?"
"That's how he should look."
The area outside the True Dragon Clan Encampment, in the back mountain region.
When Qin Wangchuan had already entered the core of the True Dragon Clan and even completed crucial negotiations with the Clan Elder.
Only then did Long Yin, the true "Destined One," finally enter the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm.
He remained that simple and sincere young man, carrying the gentle aura nurtured by the Azure Cloud Sect.
At the same time, they still encountered that Green Robe Youth who called himself "Long Yu".
However, this time, the Ancestral Dragon Egg had already been transferred to the True Dragon Clan.
Their target shifted from the ancient battlefield to the True Dragon Clan Encampment.
However, the trip was far from smooth sailing.
The disturbance caused by the appearance of the Sacred Relic attracted the attention of Alien Race.
The Dragon Guard engaged in a small-scale battle with the Alien Race, forcing them to be even more cautious in their maneuvering and stealth.
The majestic outline of the distant encampment was faintly visible through the clouds and mist, but to Long Yin and Long Yu, it seemed as if they were separated by an invisible fog full of danger, making it seem unreachable.
The trajectory of fate had already shifted the moment Qin Wangchuan intervened prematurely.
The second day after Qin Wangchuan entered the True Dragon Clan Encampment.
The news that "the Mandate of Heaven has arrived, and the Ancestral Dragon is about to reappear" spread throughout the entire clan.
Qin Wangchuan was the center of attention wherever he went—of course, most of the attention actually fell on Dragon Scale, whom he was holding hands with.
This is tough on the little guy.
During this period, she needs to make more public appearances to reassure the Dragon Heart and can no longer hide away and sleep as she pleases.
This wouldn't have been a problem in itself, but gradually...
Qin Wangchuan noticed that some of the young True Dragon's gazes contained obvious hostility and rejection.
At this time, they were unaware of Qin Wangchuan's identity.
Unable to accept that the future Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons was being so intimately held by a Human Race boy.
However, their way of demonstrating was quite peculiar.
At this moment, Qin Wangchuan was holding Dragon Scale, standing on a platform overlooking the scenery of the clan's territory.
On the viewing platform, a young True Dragon deliberately showed off the pale Golden Seal on his arm.
That gesture, if you didn't know better, you'd think it was courtship.
Qin Wangchuan looked at Long Yue beside him. "What are you doing?"
Long Yue frowned slightly, and with a wave of her hand, knocked the young True Dragon off the viewing platform, eliciting a low chuckle.
She then explained casually, "Just a pointless pastime."
"Oh?" Qin Wangchuan became even more curious.
Long Yue noticed his confusion and explained further, "The point is not the mark on his own body."
"Look around him."
Qin Wangchuan's gaze swept over and, sure enough, saw several Dragon Girl helping the man up, their faces showing a hint of embarrassment.
On their arms or necks, marks similar to those on the man's body were faintly visible.
"The Dragon Son is fierce, but the Dragon Girl princess is loyal."
Long Yue's voice remained calm and composed, "After choosing a mate, our True Dragon Clan will leave a unique aura mark on each other. This serves as both a contract and a declaration."
"As long as one dragon actively displays its mark, the surrounding dragons will also be drawn out, forming a silent response."
"This is an instinct designed to facilitate competition by knowing who owns the mark."
"But some dragons will deliberately flaunt the number of marks they have."
"The more marks he has, the stronger he is, and the more favor he receives."
"Conversely, dragons without markings or with fewer markings will be considered losers in their race."
"But--"
She paused briefly as she spoke, then suddenly looked down at the mark with the word "Chuan" that lit up on the back of Qin Wangchuan's hand.
"You are not True Dragon."
"So, this is nothing but a boring farce."