Lucas had only been living with the Ivy family for two days, and he was already bored out of his mind. He had just finished bathing and was singing a strange song about a rice bowl to entertain himself."Oh, rice bowl, rice bowl, so round and so white, I could eat you all day and never get tired of your sight," Lucas sang, making up funny lyrics as he went along.Suddenly, he sensed something. His instincts kicked in, and he knew that danger was approaching. He quickly got dressed and grabbed his sword, ready to face whatever was coming his way.As he made his way to the front of the mansion, he saw several figures sneaking around in the darkness. He knew that they were assassins, sent to kidnap Ivy or worse."I knew this was going to happen," Lucas muttered to himself. "Ivy's father must be testing me already."He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the fight ahead. He knew that he had to protect Ivy and her family at all costs. And if that meant singing a silly song about a r
At Lobe's house, a representative of the mercenary assassins reported in. The representative's face was grim as he entered the dimly lit room, the flickering candles casting eerie shadows on his face. He bowed his head slightly and spoke in a low voice, "I regret to inform you that the assassins we sent to Frost Sword's family home have not reported back. It is likely that they have failed or been killed."Lobe's eyes narrowed in anger as he stood up from his chair, his fists clenched at his side. "What do you mean they failed? I paid good money for this job!" He slammed his fist on the table, causing the candles to flicker and the glasses to rattle.The representative tried to calm Lobe down, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I understand your frustration, but I assure you that we will not take any additional payment. We will send one of our masters to take care of the matter."Lobe paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the room. He stopped and turned to the represe
On the morning of the wedding ceremony, the Frost Sword family's territory was alive with excitement and activity. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm golden glow over the lush green landscape. The sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of fresh bread and roasting meats coming from the nearby kitchen.Lucas was in his room, getting ready for the biggest day of his life. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his reflection. His long white hair was perfectly styled, falling in soft waves around his face. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, adorned with intricate embroidery, and a pair of black pants that fit him like a glove. There was a knock on the door and Ivy entered the room, looking stunning in her wedding dress. Her long white hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with white flowers. Her blue eyes sparkled with happiness and love."You look very handsome, Lucas," Ivy said, walking over to Lucas and taking his hand."And you,
At night, Lucas and Ivy lay in their wedding bed, exhausted from the festivities of the day. The room was filled with the scent of roses and the sound of distant laughter from the other guests. Suddenly, Lucas's instincts kicked in, and he sat up in bed, his heart racing. He could sense something was wrong."Ivy, wake up," he whispered urgently, shaking her gently.Ivy stirred, her eyes slowly opening. "What's wrong?" she asked groggily."I don't know, but something feels off. I think we're in danger," Lucas replied, his voice tense.Before Ivy could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. They both jumped up, just in time to see a group of men burst through the window. Lucas immediately sprang into action, lunging at the nearest attacker. Ivy grabbed her white sword from the side of the bed, her hands shaking as she prepared to defend herself.Lucas fought with all his might, using his skills as a trained assassin to take down the attackers one by one. He could see Iv
Lobe was in his room, laughing heartily at the commotion outside. The sound of swords clashing and men shouting filled the air, and Lobe reveled in the chaos. He could hardly contain his excitement as he listened to the news of the Frost Sword family's elimination.But then, without warning, the noise outside came to an abrupt halt. One moment, the sounds of battle were deafening, and the next, there was only silence. Lobe's laughter died in his throat as he looked around the room, suddenly feeling uneasy.The silence was so complete that it seemed to press down on him, as if the very air was heavy with tension. Lobe felt a chill run down his spine, as if the world had stopped spinning for a moment. He swallowed hard, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled over him."What's going on?" he called out to the two masters who had accompanied him. They stood on either side of the door, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger."I don't know," one of them replie
At the Iron Blood family home, the patriarch of the family stood rigid, his face contorted in anger as he stared at the gruesome sight in front of him. There, on the blood-soaked ground, lay a severed head with its body and face destroyed beyond recognition, as if it had been torn apart by a wild animal.The head belonged to Lobe, the son of the patriarch. Overwhelmed with grief and rage, the patriarch clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He wanted nothing more than to tear apart the person responsible for this heinous act. He held his son's unrecognizable head in his trembling hands, as the man carrying the corpse explained in a shaky voice that their young parents were killed in the territory of the Frost Sword family.The patriarch of the Iron Blood family let out a low growl, his eyes burning with fury. The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, and the other masters present in the room felt a chill run down their spines. They could feel the weight of his anger p
Lucas woke up to the intoxicating scent of ivy, his white-haired wife. He looked around and saw that he was in their bedroom. The curtains were drawn, but a sliver of sunlight peeked through, casting a warm glow on Ivy's face. She was sitting next to him, her eyes filled with relief."You're finally awake," she said, her voice filled with concern. "You've been unconscious for three days."Lucas tried to sit up, but his body felt weak and heavy. He remembered using dark energy to fight off the attackers, but it had taken a toll on his body. He could still feel the lingering pain in his muscles, and his head throbbed with every movement."What happened?" he asked, his voice hoarse."You overused your QI. Luckily, you were still able to kill the two masters brought by Lobo. But Lucas, you don't remember killing Lobo, do you?" Ivy asked, her voice trembling.Ivy probably didn't know about Lucas' arc energy. Actually, Lucas' body was taken over as a side effect of using that energy excessi
At the White Swan Sect, the air was thick with excitement as disciples scurried about, setting up banners and arranging tables for the upcoming recruitment event. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of chatter and laughter.Two disciples from the yellow faction of the outer disciples, Rai and Jin, sat together under the shade of a large willow tree, watching the commotion around them. Rai turned to Jin, a worried expression on his face."Hey Jin, have you noticed anything strange about Yog lately?" Rai asked, lowering his voice.Jin furrowed his brow, looking thoughtful. "Now that you mention it, he has been acting differently. He's been distant and preoccupied, and I've barely seen him at all during our training sessions."Rai nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of their faction leader. "I've noticed that too. And have you seen the way he's been avoiding us? It's like he doesn't want to talk to anyone."Jin leaned in closer, his voice ba
A deafening explosion ripped through the air, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The once lush and vibrant forest was now a smoldering crater, filled with plumes of smoke that choked the sky. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood clan stood triumphantly at the center of the destruction, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure."Behold, the power of the Dragon God!" he roared, his voice echoing through the desolate landscape.The nearby village was in chaos, as the terrified villagers scrambled to escape the wrath of the Iron Blood clan. A man in the crowd stood frozen, his legs unable to move as he watched the monstrous figure approach. He was a human with a half-dragon form, a rare and feared breed in this world.The Dragon God's wings sent dust flying as he landed before the man, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity."Do you believe in God?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.The man nodded, his voice trembling as he replied, "I do.""And who is your God?" the Dragon God sneer
Near the thundering waterfall, the beautiful and petite Mei lay asleep, her short hair splayed out around her like a halo. She was a True Immortal, and as such, her senses were heightened. Suddenly, she bolted awake, her eyes snapping open as she felt a powerful aura approaching.Mei sat up, her heart pounding in her chest as she scanned the area for any signs of danger. That's when she saw him - a figure descending from the sky, his wings spread wide and his aura radiating like the sun. It was Lucas."Lucas!" Mei cried out, her voice echoing through the canyon. "What are you doing here?"Lucas landed gracefully on the ground, his wings folding behind him. "Mei, I need your help," he said, his voice urgent. "I've absorbed three Dragon Blood artifacts, and I need the Dragon Hearth that's hidden behind this waterfall."Mei's eyes widened in surprise. "But Lucas, I was assigned by my master to protect that artifact. It's too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands."Lucas nodded solemnly.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, as the corpses of a hundred men lay strewn about the chamber. The Patriarch of the Iron Blood family stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy and labored. He had not anticipated the Virgin Tears artifact to be so difficult to control."Stand back!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His index finger twitched involuntarily, and he could feel the dark energy of the artifact coursing through his veins."What's happening to me?" he muttered, his eyes wide with fear. He had always been a man of steel, never wavering in the face of danger. But now, he felt his body slipping away from him, as if it were no longer his own.The Patriarch's fingertips began to blacken, and his eye took on the slitted pupil of a cat. He let out a roar of frustration, his neck veins bulging and his face reddening as he fought against the power of the artifact.But it was no use. The Virgin Tears continued to seep into his body, until he was
Above the mountain peak, the clouds were a brilliant white against the azure sky. Lucas could feel the power of the Dragon Blood artifact coursing through his veins, his muscles rippling and expanding as they absorbed its energy. He bit his lip against the searing pain, feeling as if his very bones were being reshaped."Agh... it hurts so much... I can't take it anymore," Lucas muttered through gritted teeth, as he fell to his knees. He could feel his skin peeling away, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath. He retched violently, blood and bile spewing from his mouth.As the transformation reached its peak, Lucas gasped as scales began to sprout from his skin, shimmering in the sunlight. They were a deep, iridescent black, and they seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas screamed in agony as the scales tore through his flesh.The scales quickly receded, leaving Lucas's skin smooth once more, but he could feel that his body was forever changed. He
Inside the mountain shrouded in a thick, black fog, Lucas grunted in annoyance as he navigated his way through the dead trees. The stench of decay filled the air, making it difficult to breathe. He could see corpses littering the ground, half-buried in the dirt."Great, just what I needed," Lucas muttered to himself, suspecting that this trip would be more troublesome than he had initially thought.As he drove forward, he noticed something strange about the ground. It seemed to be pulsing with a dark energy. Lucas decided to take a risk and jumped on top of a pile of dead wood, using it as a makeshift bridge.Sure enough, as he made his way further into the mountain, the strange feeling intensified. Even though Lucas was already incredibly strong, he could feel the power of the artifact that affected this mountain. It was much stronger than anything he had ever encountered before except the Dragon Hearth.Lucas jumped from tree to tree, trying to get a better view of his surroundings.
The short, neckless cultivator ventured deeper into the ominous black mist that enveloped the mountain. The trees around him were lifeless, their branches bare and twisted like gnarled fingers reaching out towards the sky. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth.As he walked, the cultivator's senses were on high alert. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves beneath his feet and the distant sound of water trickling down the mountainside. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around just in time to see several cultivators lunging towards him with their weapons drawn.With lightning-fast reflexes, the short cultivator dodged their attacks and countered with a swift punch to the head, sending one of his assailants crashing to the ground. The others quickly retreated, but the cultivator knew they wouldn't give up so easily.He quickened his pace, his heart pounding in his chest as he scrambled up the steep incline. The higher he climbed, the heavier his le
The Ivy family was slowly recovering from the brutal attack by the Iron Blood family. Lucas walked through the makeshift infirmary, his heart heavy as he saw the injured and maimed bodies of his friends and family. He clenched his fists in anger, knowing that he couldn't defeat the patriarch of the Iron Blood family in a fair fight.As he continued to walk, he heard a soft voice calling his name. He turned to see Ivy, his wife, approaching him with a small smile on her face. She held out a rice ball to him, and he took it gratefully, savoring the taste of the simple food."I know you're worried about the Dragon Blood artifacts," Ivy said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you can't do this alone. You need to rest and recover before you go after them."Lucas shook his head, his determination unwavering. "I don't have a choice, Ivy. If the patriarch of the Iron Blood family comes back, I won't be able to protect you and the others. I need to find the remaining artifacts befo
Lucas felt the world closing in around him as the Iron Blood patriarch's grip tightened around his throat. His vision began to blur and darken, and he could feel the life being squeezed out of him.Suddenly, a holographic display flickered to life in front of Lucas's eyes. The words "[Random Luck Activated]" flashed across the screen, and Lucas felt a surge of hope.The Iron Blood patriarch's grip loosened slightly as he let out a cry of pain. He clutched at his chest, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Lucas could see the veins bulging in the man's neck and forehead, and his skin began to blister and blacken.The Iron Blood troops around them began to panic, shouting and scrambling to get away from their leader. The patriarch stumbled backwards, his eyes locked on Lucas with a mixture of fear and hatred."Retreat!" he bellowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Retreat now!"The troops didn't need to be told twice. They turned and fled, leaving Lucas and the patriarch alone in the m
The patriarch of the Frost Sword family, a tall and imposing man, received the news that the army of the evil Iron Blood family was nearing their border. He called his daughter Ivy, a white-haired woman with piercing blue eyes, to his side."Ivy," he said, his voice heavy with concern. "I know this is not what we had planned for your future, but I need you to stay here and protect the family while I go to the battlefield."Ivy's heart sank. She had always known that this day might come, but she had hoped that she would be able to fight alongside her father. She looked at him, her eyes filled with determination."Father," she said, her voice steady. "I want to go with you. I can fight, and I want to help protect our family."Her father shook his head. "Ivy, it's too dangerous. I can't risk losing you."Ivy's mother, who had been listening from the doorway, stepped forward. "I agree with your father, Ivy. It's too dangerous for you to go to the battlefield."Ivy's eyes flashed with ange