Can't I do great things for the Dragon Clan's revival at the age of six? (If there are no followers, the author will stop updating for now)

"How could Mom be in trouble when she's so strong?"

Fang Yuan froze where he stood.

The milk bottle in his hand nearly slipped out.

His mind went completely blank.

With his mother's strength, there were only a handful of people in all of Douluo Continent who could even be called her opponents.

Even the plane lord Tang Hao, in the eyes of the Silver Dragon King at her peak, was nothing more than a stray dog by the roadside.

Not only did she have to guard against that double-standard dog Tang San in the spatial turbulence, she also had to keep an eye on the Abyssal Plane's invasion.

Otherwise, she would have overturned the Human Federation's board long ago and led the soul beasts to revive the Dragon Clan.

These past few days, he had gone to classes at school, sparred, eaten muffins, and lived far too peacefully.

He had almost forgotten that the fate of the entire soul beast race rested on his mother's shoulders.

Peace was only an illusion. The storms had never stopped.

"Don't panic."

Gu Yuena reached out and pressed a hand on his shoulder, her tone still fairly steady. "If something had really happened to my main body, this avatar of mine would have vanished with her.

"If I'm fine, that means she's still safe."

They were one and the same to begin with.

They shared memories, but because of the distance between them, they could not synchronize in real time.

Information was only transmitted every once in a while.

In the last scene she had received, her main body had still been in the kitchen with Bi Ji.

They had been gathered around the stove, studying human dessert recipes and saying they would make them for little Fang Yuan.

Only half a day had passed, and the connection had suddenly cut off.

"Let's go home first."

Fang Yuan abruptly snapped back to his senses, grabbed Gu Yuena by the wrist, and ran toward the school gate.

At this hour, Zi Ji would usually have driven over long ago and parked under the shade of the trees by the school gate, leaning against the car door as she waited for them.

But today, she was not there.

The school gate was empty. There was not even a familiar shadow in sight.

Fang Yuan's heart sank.

Something really had happened.

Gu Yuena did not say much. She raised a hand and hailed a civilian soul taxi.

She pulled open the door, stuffed Fang Yuan inside, and gave the address of the Golden Bay villa.

The car drove steadily along the street, the buildings outside the window flying backward.

Fang Yuan sat in the back seat, his fingers clenched until they turned white.

"Little Fang Yuan, don't worry." Gu Yuena stroked his head. "My main body has heaven-defying methods. Ordinary matters can't trap her.

"If the connection was cut, it's most likely related to the revival of the Dragon Clan."

"The revival of the Dragon Clan..."

Fang Yuan repeated it in a low voice, feeling as if something had stabbed him in the heart.

He kept saying he was the young master of the Dragon Clan and that he had to shoulder the burden of revival.

But these past few days, aside from going to school, practicing his martial soul, eating, and drinking, he had not done a single serious thing.

He had comfortably enjoyed the protection the soul beast race gave him, yet he had not contributed even the slightest bit.

How was that any different from his previous life?

In his previous life, he had just been an ordinary person, with no power and no influence.

Nothing more than expendable material for society.

If the sky fell, the vested interests would hold it up. All he had needed to do was live his own little life well.

But now, things were different.

He held the status of the Dragon Clan's young master and received the protection of Di Tian, Bi Ji, Zi Ji, and his mother.

There was no way he could keep doing nothing.

After all, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility!

So what if he was six?

Did being six mean he couldn't do anything?

"Mom, I don't want to keep waiting for you all to protect me anymore."

Fang Yuan lifted his head, his eyes shining brightly. "I want to do my part for the Dragon Clan too, and for the soul beasts."

Gu Yuena froze.

She looked at the tiny child before her, and her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

She had originally thought that Fang Yuan was still young, and she wanted to protect him for a few more years, waiting until he was a little older before letting him come into contact with these matters.

She had not expected him to bring it up first.

"Our little Fang Yuan has grown up."

Gu Yuena reached out and pulled him into her arms, gently patting his back.

Her chin rested against the top of his head, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Mommy believes me," Fang Yuan said in a muffled voice, buried in her arms.

"I do." Gu Yuena tightened her arms around him. "Mommy will always believe you."

The car drove very fast the whole way.

Twenty minutes later, it stopped smoothly at the entrance to the Golden Bay villa district.

Fang Yuan pushed open the car door and ran down, with Gu Yuena following behind him.

The shaded avenue in the villa district was very long, and the wind made the leaves rustle.

Usually, it felt quiet and comfortable, but today it only made him anxious.

At the gate to the courtyard, Fang Yuan swiped his access card, pushed the door open, and rushed inside.

"Mommy! Auntie Bi Ji!"

His shout passed through the courtyard and into the house.

From the direction of the kitchen came the steady thunking of vegetables being chopped, along with the aroma of food.

Fang Yuan's steps paused, and his suspended heart settled slightly.

At least Auntie Bi Ji was still there.

He changed his shoes and ran into the kitchen, where he saw Bi Ji wearing a beige apron, standing by the stove and chopping vegetables.

On the chopping board were neatly arranged washed greens and trimmed meat.

"Little Fang Yuan is back?" Bi Ji turned her head, a gentle smile on her face. "Dinner's almost ready. Go sit in the living room for a while."

"Auntie Bi Ji, my mommy—and Auntie Zi Ji?"

Fang Yuan ran up to her and tilted his head up to ask, "Where did she go? Why can't her avatar be contacted?"

Bi Ji's chopping paused for a moment.

She set down the kitchen knife, crouched, and rubbed Fang Yuan's hair. Her fingertips carried a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

"Your mommy and Auntie Zi Ji have matters to handle. They won't be able to come back for the next month or two."

"What matters?" Fang Yuan pressed. "Are they serious? So serious that even her avatar can't say anything?"

"You're still young. You don't need to worry about these things."

"Your mommy is extremely capable. Nothing will happen to her."

Bi Ji smiled, her tone light.

"I'm not little anymore!" Fang Yuan took a step back, pressing his lips together, his eyes very firm. "I want to help Mommy shoulder the burden too.

I'm the young master of the Dragon Clan. I can't rely on all of you for everything."

Bi Ji looked at his serious expression and was stunned for a moment.

He was six years old, his teeth had not even fully grown in, yet he was saying he was not little anymore.

Little Fang Yuan, this child...

A deep voice suddenly came from beside them.

"Young Master, your intentions are appreciated."

Fang Yuan turned his head.

Di Tian walked out from the shadows of the living room, his black robe trailing along the floor.

The aura around him was steady and carried the unique pressure of the Dragon Clan.

He rarely appeared in the villa on ordinary days, mostly hiding in the shadows to guard them, yet today he had actually shown himself.

Bi Ji glanced at Di Tian, and only after seeing him nod slightly did she sigh and stand up.

"Very well. There is no harm in telling you."

She led Fang Yuan to the living room and sat down, then poured him a cup of warm water.

"Some time ago, your mommy borrowed the hands of a few human factions to open up an independent small space called the Ten Thousand Beast Platform.

It was specially made to settle those soul beast races on the verge of extinction, to give them a place where they could reproduce in peace."

Fang Yuan nodded.

He remembered the Ten Thousand Beast Platform. There really had been such a place in the original story.

It was a move the Silver Dragon King had laid out to preserve the embers of the soul beasts.

"But the space was only opened not long ago, so its laws are unstable, and fluctuations often occur."

Bi Ji's tone grew a little heavier. "A few days ago, there was a major tremor. Several rare clans were severely injured outright, and many soul beasts died in the spatial rifts.

Your mother couldn't rest easy, so she went over in person to hold things down and stabilize the spatial laws."

"The spatial turbulence over there interferes too strongly. Spiritual power can't get through, so the avatar naturally lost contact,"

Di Tian added from the side.

"So that's what happened..." Fang Yuan gripped his glass, his fingertips tightening slightly.

The root of the soul beasts' extinction had never been limited to humans hunting them.

Their habitats shrank, their populations were too small, and inbreeding led to genetic degeneration. Generation after generation, their bloodlines grew weaker and weaker, until they slowly died out.

The Ten Thousand Beast Platform could solve the habitat problem, but it could not solve the root genetic illness.

Wait.

A flash of inspiration suddenly lit up in his mind.

His Little Broken Watch!

The Dark Divine Dragon martial soul could store soul beast bloodline genes and simulate all kinds of soul beast forms.

Then could it also extract and repair incomplete genes?

Human society had genetic cloning and artificial cultivation technologies. If the two were combined...

Could those soul beasts on the verge of extinction, or even already extinct, be bred back into entire populations?

Fang Yuan suddenly lifted his head, his eyes frighteningly bright.

"Aunt Bi Ji, Uncle Di Tian, I have a way."

"Oh?" Di Tian raised an eyebrow, clearly not taking it too seriously.

What feasible method could a six-year-old child possibly come up with?

"My martial soul can store soul beast bloodlines."

Fang Yuan stood up, his tone very certain.

"As long as there are complete bloodline genes, I can replicate them and preserve them.

Then, with human cloning and cultivation technology, we can absolutely rebuild endangered soul beast populations. We could even repair their genetic defects."

The smile on Bi Ji's face faded a little.

"Young Master, soul beast bloodlines aren't that easy to collect.

Most of the rare soul beasts still alive are hiding in the deepest parts of the Star Dou Forest. Their numbers are pitifully small, and they're hard to even encounter."

"We don't need living ones." Fang Yuan shook his head. "Go to the Spirit Ascension Platform."

"The Spirit Ascension Platform?" Di Tian frowned, and the aura around him grew somewhat heavier.

"The human Spirit Ascension Platform. Although the soul beasts inside are virtual projections, they're all generated based on data from real soul beasts. They're half illusory, half real."

"My martial soul should be able to extract bloodline gene fragments from them. Through genetic repair, we can restore complete soul beast bloodlines."

The more Fang Yuan spoke, the clearer his thoughts became.

Spirit Ascension Platforms were everywhere, with branches in every city, and entering one was convenient.

For a six-year-old child like him, going in to train was perfectly normal. No one would suspect a thing.

Once he had collected enough genes, they could cultivate soul beast cubs and then send them to the Ten Thousand Beast Platform to be released and raised.

Not only could he ease his mother's burden, he could also do something real and concrete for the soul beast clans.

The living room fell silent for a few seconds.

Bi Ji and Di Tian exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

They had thought it was just a child's casual boasting, but as they listened, it actually began to sound somewhat reasonable.

"Young Master, is what you said true?" Di Tian stepped forward, his voice deepening. "Your martial soul can really extract bloodlines from virtual soul beasts?"

"It's true." Fang Yuan nodded. "The reason I can transform into all kinds of soul beast forms is because my martial soul stores their bloodline imprints. As long as I can complete the imprint, I can replicate it in full."

Di Tian fell silent.

He and Bi Ji quickly communicated through spiritual power.

"Do you think it's reliable?" Bi Ji asked through transmission.

"Hard to say," Di Tian replied. "Young Master's tool martial soul being able to store bloodlines is already heaven-defying. Extracting virtual bloodlines may not be impossible."

"Then... let him try?"

"It was worth trying."

Di Tian's tone was very solemn.

"It was better than sitting around helplessly."

"And the Spirit Ascension Platform was in the core district of a human city. If ferocious beasts like us went in, we would be detected by the Spirit Pagoda's surveillance devices at once, and that would only ruin things.

"The young master was still little, and his soul power level was not high. It was perfectly normal for him to go in for training. No one would suspect anything."

Once the two finished their exchange, their gazes fell back on Fang Yuan.

Bi Ji smiled, her tone softening.

"Little Fang Yuan, you're very thoughtful. But the Spirit Ascension Platform is a property of the human Spirit Pagoda. Powerful soul beasts like us can't enter it; the moment we get close, we'll be discovered.

"We can only rely on you for this."

"I know." Fang Yuan puffed out his little chest, his eyes resolute. "Don't worry. I definitely won't let everyone down."

Di Tian looked at his tiny figure, a rare hint of expectation appearing in his eyes.

The Dragon Clan had been silent for ten thousand years. Perhaps, with this young master, it would truly welcome a turning point.