infodatos Chapter 2 The Possibility of Transforming into a Dragon? No, I am the true dragon!
Chapter 2 The Possibility of Transforming into a Dragon? No, I am the true dragon!
After the martial spirit awakens.
The main hall of the Qing Family Manor.
Qing Zhengyue sat in the main seat, holding a cup of clear tea in his hand. The tea was emerald green, reflecting in his deep eyes.
Liu Yunlan sat beside him, mending a small blue robe. It was her grandson's clothes, and the old lady insisted on sewing it herself, not allowing the servants to interfere.
Qing Hongyuan and Shen Wanqing sat at the lower end of the table, their eyes occasionally glancing at the old man in the main seat, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
Finally, Qing Hongyuan couldn't hold back any longer.
"Father," he put down his teacup, speaking cautiously, "Feng'er's soul rings... eight hundred years and sixteen hundred years, isn't that too risky?"
Qing Zhengyue did not answer, but lowered his head and drank his tea.
Qing Hongyuan forced a smile and continued, "Son knows that Feng'er is at the innate level 20, a truly exceptional talent. But the common knowledge in the Soul Master world is that the limit for the first ring is only about four hundred years, and for the second ring, it's only seven or eight hundred years. You've doubled that all at once, what if..."
"What if what?" Qing Zhengyue looked up at him.
Qing Hongyuan swallowed back the words he was about to say when he was stared at by that gaze.
Shen Wanqing gently held her husband's hand and spoke up for him, "Father, Hongyuan is worried that Mufeng's body can't handle it. He's still young, and his meridians may not be that resilient."
Qing Zhengyue put down his teacup and remained silent for a moment.
Then he stood up, walked to the bookshelf on the side of the main hall, pulled out a yellowed ancient book from the third shelf, turned to a certain page, and handed it to Qing Hongyuan.
"Take a look at this."
Qing Hongyuan took the book and looked down at it.
It was a handwritten ancient book, the paper was brittle and yellowed, but the handwriting was still clear. It was a handwritten book by an ancestor of the Qing family.
The book does not contain soul skills or cultivation techniques, but rather a discussion about the limits of soul ring absorption.
"The so-called limit of human soul ring age is the limit that an ordinary person's meridians can withstand. The wider and more resilient the meridians, the higher the age of soul rings they can withstand. If one tempers the body with medicinal baths and nourishes the meridians with soul power from childhood, the limit can be broken. This is not determined by talent, but by foundation."
After Qing Hongyuan finished reading, he looked up at his father.
Qing Zhengyue had already taken out several more books from the bookshelf and placed them on the table.
Qing Hongyuan glanced at the book titles.
The Treatise on Meridians, The Essentials of Soul Ring Absorption, The Summary of Body Tempering...
These are the oldest collection of books in the Qing family's library.
"These books have been kept in our Qing family for over a hundred years."
Qing Zhengyue's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear: "You're all usually busy with family affairs and running businesses, who has bothered to look through it?"
Qing Hongyuan lowered his head, and Shen Wanqing also lowered her eyes.
"I've read them all," Qing Zhengyue said. "In the more than ten years since I retired, I've read every single book in the Qing family's library. Some of them I've read more than once."
He walked back to the main seat, picked up his teacup, but did not drink it.
"The human limits that are talked about in the Soul Master world are not the real limits. They are only the limits of most people. This is because most people's families do not have body tempering methods, medicinal bath recipes, or the patience to start nurturing their children's meridians before they are six years old."
He looked at his son and daughter-in-law, his tone calm but unquestionable.
"From the day Mu Feng was born, your mother bathed him in medicinal baths. Starting when he was three, I used my soul power to regulate his meridians every day. Did you think that was just because you doted on your grandson?"
Qing Hongyuan was stunned.
Shen Wanqing was also stunned.
The two of them looked at Liu Yunlan at the same time.
The old lady didn't even look up, continuing to sew the little robe, only with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.
"Mu Feng's meridians are now wider and more resilient than those of an ordinary Soul Master at ten years old," Qing Zhengyue said. "If he can't withstand an eight-hundred-year Soul Ring, all my years of nurturing him will have been in vain."
Qing Hongyuan opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He recalled how, in the past, his father would call his grandson to the study every morning, close the door, and stay there for an hour.
He always thought it was just a close relationship between grandfather and grandson, but he never expected...
"There's one more thing," Qing Zhengyue's voice suddenly turned somber.
He glanced around the room, making sure only his own family members were present, before slowly speaking.
"You all saw Mu Feng's martial spirit phantom that day."
All four nodded at the same time.
"Do you think that looks like a green snake?"
silence.
Qing Hongyuan recalled the phantom image above the altar that day.
Its enormous size, its emerald scales, its golden snake eyes, and the oppressive aura that even made him, a Soul Master, feel pressured.
"It doesn't look like it," he uttered with difficulty.
"I saw the image of a dragon in that phantom."
When Qing Zhengyue said this, his voice was very soft, as if he were telling a secret that he couldn't let others hear.
Qing Hongyuan suddenly looked up: "A dragon?"
"A snake's body, a dragon's head, golden eyes, and that oppressive aura that doesn't belong to a snake." Qing Zhengyue's fingers tapped lightly on the table.
"I've witnessed the Green Serpent Martial Soul of our Qing family awaken no less than ten times. Never before has such an unusual phenomenon occurred."
Liu Yunlan finally stopped her needlework, looked up, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes.
"Old man, are you saying... Feng'er's martial soul might transform into a dragon?"
"It's not just a possibility," Qing Zhengyue said decisively. "It's certain. As long as he lays a solid foundation, this snake will eventually become a dragon."
Silence fell over the hall once more.
Qing Hongyuan and Shen Wanqing exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Dragon Martial Soul.
Throughout the entire history of Douluo Continent, the Dragon Martial Soul has always been the most powerful.
The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is able to become one of the three upper sects simply by possessing a dragon martial soul.
The Qing family... was merely a small, reclusive clan.
"So." Qing Zhengyue stood up, his hands behind his back.
"Mu Feng's first and second spirit rings must be high-age, high-quality wood-attribute spirit rings. This is not a risk, it is a necessity."
"If he wants to transform into a dragon, he must lay a solid foundation from childhood. If the foundation is not solid, there will be no hope of transforming into a dragon in the future, and it may even backfire on him."
He turned around and looked at the sky outside the hall.
"The age of a spirit ring is never the higher the better. Rather, it should be as high as the body can handle."
"The limit for ordinary people is four hundred years, but I can tell you the limit for Mu Feng."
The old man paused for a moment, then slowly uttered two words: "One thousand."
"He can withstand the first ring for a thousand years. I chose an eight-hundred-year vine dragon for him, which is already leaving room for maneuver."
Qing Hongyuan took a deep breath and stood up: "Father, about hunting soul beasts..."
"Your mother and I personally led him secretly to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for them." Qing Zhengyue waved his hand to interrupt him: "The Soul Hunting Forest is too small; we simply cannot find such high-quality soul beasts."
"You and your wife, guard the house well, and instruct the servants that from now on, you must not discuss anything about the young master, not even his name. You can only refer to him as 'that person,' otherwise you will be dealt with immediately."
"We need to get them used to forgetting the existence of the wind."
As he said this, a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Qing Hongyuan opened his mouth, but when he met his father's unquestionable eyes, he could only nod in the end.
"From now on, only the five of us will know about Feng'er's martial spirit." Qing Zhengyue's voice was as deep as iron.
"To the outside world, just say that his martial soul is a mutated green snake with innate soul power of level five, and that will suffice."
"We only say this when we can no longer hide it; otherwise, we shouldn't mention it."
"Yes," Qing Hongyuan and Shen Wanqing replied in unison.
Liu Yunlan picked up her needle and thread again, bent down to sew the little robe, and murmured to herself.
"My precious grandson, Grandma will definitely protect you. If anyone dares to harm a single hair on your head, I'll make sure their whole family suffers a terrible death."
The voice was very gentle, as if talking about something trivial.
Qing Zhengyue glanced at his wife, his lips twitching slightly.
This woman who had been with him for fifty years was a ruthless character who had poisoned a Soul Saint on the battlefield back then.
He sat back down in the main seat, picked up the now-cold tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Mu Feng's journey truly begins today."
He gazed toward the secret room deep within the manor, his eyes fixed on something distant.
"When the Azure Dragon emerges from the abyss, all trees submit."
"I hope that I will live to see that day."
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