Lucas and Ivy sat in the row of sect masters, their eyes scanning the crowd. The White Lotus sect leader sat at the head of the table, his gaze stern as he looked over the prospective outer disciples lined up in front of her. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of incense filled the room. But Lucas's attention was drawn to the man in the skull mask sitting a few seats away from him. He could sense an evil aura emanating from the man, a cold and dark energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He knew that he was from the Iron Blood family, a group of ruthless cultivators known for their brutal tactics. Lucas kept his cool, embracing Ivy tightly as he watched the man out of the corner of his eye. He could feel her heart beating fast against his chest, and he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I've got this." Ivy looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure? He looks dangerous." Lucas nodded, his gaze never leaving the man in the skull
After the welcoming ceremony for the White Swan Sect's new outer students candidates, Yog, the leader of the yellow faction, suddenly approached Moona, the new student. The other prospective disciples of the sect couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves as they saw Yog making a beeline for Moona."Look, senior Yog is talking to that new girl," one of them said, nudging her friend."She's so lucky," her friend replied enviously. "To be approached by the leader of the yellow faction on her first day, no less."Moona couldn't help but feel self-conscious as she felt the weight of their gazes on her. She tried to act nonchalant, but her heart was pounding in her chest.Yog was a tall and imposing figure, with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. He was dressed in a yellow robe that signified his status as the leader of the yellow faction. Moona couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence."Greetings, junior," Yog said, his voice deep and smooth. "I've heard a lot about you. You h
Lucas stood in the dimly lit building, the remnants of the Eye Collecting Demon scattered around him. He turned to Moona, who was watching him with wide eyes."I have other business to attend to," Lucas said, his voice barely above a whisper.Moona nodded, but she couldn't hide the concern in her eyes. "Be careful," she said.Lucas gave her a small smile. "I always am," he replied.With that, he vanished before her eyes, leaving Moona alone in the building. She blinked, shocked at the speed of his disappearance. Moona remembered very well that Lucas was not that strong before, but Lucas now seemed to be at a much higher cultivation level than Moona as if the difference was like heaven and earth.Meanwhile, Lucas was moving through the forest with incredible speed. He leaped from one branch to another, his movements fluid and graceful like a shadow. The wind whistled through the trees as he moved, and the leaves crunched beneath his feet.As he approached the building that belonged to
Lucas yanked the villain's head from the riverbed, his stomach churning as he took in the sight of the fish-eaten flesh. He tossed it aside and called out into the darkness, "I know you're there. Show yourself." Silence. Lucas stomped his foot in frustration, and the leaves on the trees around him rustled as a gust of wind swept through the area. Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, illuminated by the moonlight. It was Mai, but she looked different. Her eyes were sharp, her posture poised. Lucas tensed, his muscles coiling as he prepared for an attack. "Mai. I didn't expect to see you here." Mai's gaze never left Lucas. "I could say the same about you." Lucas took a step back, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "What do you want?" Mai's lips curved into a small smile. "I want to know why you're here, Lucas. And what you've done with the villain." Lucas narrowed his eyes. "I don't owe you any explanations." Mai's smile disappeared, and she took a step towards
In the cool morning air, the lush field of the White Swan sect buzzed with anticipation as prospective external students gathered to demonstrate their Qi. Lucas and Ivy, accompanied by the enigmatic Ghost Skull, stood among the onlookers, observing the process with keen interest. The sect leader, an elegant woman with flowing white hair, addressed the crowd from a raised platform. Her melodious voice carried across the field, "Today marks the beginning of your journey. You have seven days to release your Qi. Only those who succeed will proceed to the next stage." A hushed murmur swept through the crowd, and a man, not a student of the sect, hesitantly raised his hand. "Excuse me, esteemed leader, how can we determine if our Qi is strong enough?" The black-haired woman's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, the signs of a true disciple of the White Swan are unmistakable. When your Qi is ready, you will feel it resonate within your very core, like
During the day, in one of the dimly lit rooms of the White Swan sect, Ivy and Lucas were locked in a passionate embrace. Lucas trailed kisses down Ivy's neck, causing her to let out a soft moan. Suddenly, Ivy pulled away, her eyes widening in realization."Lucas, we need to go home. The opening ceremony for the White Swan sect's outgoing students has already ended, and we were only invited as guests," she said, her voice laced with concern.Lucas nodded, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before reluctantly pulling away. Just as they were about to leave, there was a knock on the door. Lucas opened it to reveal a dark-haired woman with large breasts standing in the doorway. She was the sect leader, and her stern expression softened slightly as she looked at Lucas."Lucas, I have a request for you," she said, her voice firm but not unkind.Lucas looked at Ivy, who was fidgeting nervously beside him. The sect leader noticed the tension and turned to Ivy with an apologetic smile."I apolo
Lucas was led to a small, secluded garden within the White Swan sect. The air was thick with the scent of rare herbs, and he could hear the gentle rustling of leaves as a soft breeze blew through the trees. He was offered a seat at a small wooden table, and a plate of fragrant herbs was placed in front of him.As he nibbled on the herbs, Lucas pulled out the ancient text that had been given to him. It was written in an old script that he had to squint to read, but he was determined to master the Soul Contract technique. He could feel the power of the technique coursing through the pages, and he couldn't help but marvel at the mastery of the ancient scribes who had created it.Lucas spent hours poring over the text, his eyes flicking back and forth as he tried to decipher the intricate diagrams and descriptions. He could feel the energy building within him as he practiced the breathing techniques and Qi flow exercises described in the scriptures.Suddenly, he felt a surge of power cour
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, two outer disciples of the White Swan sect, both men, were huddled around a small fire. They had just caught a wild pig and were now carefully roasting it over the flames. The sizzling sound of the pig's fat dripping onto the hot coals filled the air, along with the tantalizing aroma of cooked meat.One of the disciples, a tall and muscular man named Heru, turned to his companion, a shorter and leaner man named Foke. "You know, we're running low on supplies," he said, gesturing to the small pile of food and supplies they had brought with them. "We should consider raiding the next town for more."Foke frowned, looking uneasy. "I don't know, Heru. We swore a soul contract to the sect, remember? We can't do anything that goes against its teachings."Heru snorted derisively. "Soul contract? That's just a bunch of rubbish. Lucas made that up to control us. It doesn't mean anything."Foke looked skeptical. "But what if it does? What if we'r
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