Chapter 229
【No way, if he feels really hungry, he’ll notice something’s off!】
The demon dragon squinted its eyes, its claws stroking its chin.
【Why not devour some cancer cells first? They’re a great supplement. If I just eat a little, the other party shouldn’t notice, right...?】
With this thought, the demon dragon attempted to consume a cancer cell—what a delightful taste, packed with energy! Its two front claws immediately grew a bit, revealing just how much spiritual energy was contained within.
【This kid... eats so well usually?】
【Heh heh, from now on, all of this will be mine! I can eat that well too!】
“Really?”
A deep voice echoed from above.
A massive shadow loomed over.
The demon dragon belatedly realized that the sky had darkened.
Looking up, it saw that the cancer cells had somehow coalesced into a gigantic blood wolf, its size increased by more than tenfold. Just its gaping maw could swallow the entire body of the demon dragon in one bite, let alone just its head.
“I told you before.” Chen Huai'an stood atop the blood wolf, commanding it to stomp on the demon dragon’s head. “I didn’t eat you before because you were still useful, but now you’re of no use!”
【How is that possible?! How could your cells evolve into this?】
The demon dragon stared in horror at the enormous blood wolf.
Chen Huai'an smirked.
This was the effect of the Baicao Detox Pill.
It reinforced all the cells in his body, achieving immunity to all diseases and toxins. It even triggered a chain reaction with his Tianmo technique, making his physical body even stronger.
【Don’t devour me! I... I’m still useful...】 The demon dragon’s gaze sharpened. 【Kid, don’t you want the dragon energy? I’ll destroy it right now! I’ll...】
“You can’t move, can you?”
Chen Huai'an fixed his gaze on the demon dragon, which was now stiffening and turning a dull gray. At this moment, the cells enhanced by the Baicao Detox Pill had turned a faint golden color, surrounding the demon dragon like shackles.
Chen Huai'an jumped down from the blood wolf.
He reached out and, with a ‘pop’, plunged his hand into the demon dragon’s head.
In the midst of the creature’s terrified eyes, he pulled out a small golden dragon.
This little dragon was barely clinging to life.
It was the dragon energy that had been devoured by the demonized cancer cells—something that had originally been his fortune, but had been snatched away by the demonized cancer cells.
Now it was time to return it to its rightful owner.
【Don’t kill me! I was wrong... I was wrong...】
The demon dragon’s head was shrinking.
Gradually, it lost its shape.
Soon, only its eyes and a writhing tongue remained. In three breaths, all that was left was a black, wriggling demonized cancer cell.
“You’re not wrong; you just deserve to die.”
Chen Huai'an crushed the last cell underfoot.
Roar—!
A dragon’s roar erupted from his very being.
In containment chamber 0, Chen Huai'an slowly opened his eyes.
A terrifying aura spread out, causing the metal walls to buckle inward, startling the Ba Ji on the windowsill, which flipped over in shock.
As it opened its eyes, it met Chen Huai'an’s gaze, and instantly, its fur stood on end.
Those weren’t human eyes.
They were a pair of golden vertical pupils.
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Chapter 246: A Surge in Talent
Back when he had the dragon soul, he didn’t know how to absorb it.
Now that he had truly absorbed the dragon soul, he realized just how much opportunity he had missed before.
At this moment, a golden dragon soul was resting near his dantian. All the spiritual energy in his body would be enhanced by the dragon soul as it passed through the dantian, and the enhanced energy, infused with dragon energy, would flow through his meridians to strengthen every part of him—he should have become a Super Saiyan long ago, but the cancer cells had held him back until now.
“My ancestor was right; if you’re sick, you must be treated. Truly, it doesn’t deceive me.”
Chen Huai'an observed the dragon soul near his dantian. Perhaps due to the prolonged harm from the demonized cancer cells, the dragon soul was still in a dormant state.
He needed to continuously nourish it with spiritual energy for it to gradually recover.
However, this nourishment wasn’t a one-sided effort; it was a win-win situation.
For instance, at this moment, his absorption speed of spiritual energy was more than ten times faster than before.
“So it wasn’t that I lacked spiritual energy; it was that my innate talent was lacking.” Chen Huai'an shook his head with a wry smile.
The dragon soul had filled the gap in his innate talent at the dantian.
Now, with a single lightning root, his talent was already on par with the prodigies of the Cangyun Realm. But now, he could reach even greater heights.
He took out the Pure Yang Sword Bone, the Xuan Yin Sword Bone, and the Sword Spirit Root from his backpack.
Brilliant spiritual light immediately filled the room.
Ba Ji was left dumbfounded.
【What’s going on with the boss today...? First, there’s the aura of the ancestral dragon, and now it’s sword bones and sword spirit roots. What’s he planning to do!?】
【Could it be that the boss is finally awakening memories from his past life?!】
Seeing Ba Ji staring at him, Chen Huai'an revealed a mysterious smile.
It seemed even Ba Ji could sense his transformation.
He was truly a captivating man.
Little did he know that this smile nearly sent Ba Ji into a panic.
【Oh no, oh no...】
Ba Ji scurried under the curtains, hugging its head.
【My identity is about to be exposed, and my humble life is coming to an end... Wait! Since the boss has the aura of the ancestral dragon, maybe, just maybe, he’ll spare me out of respect for the ancestral dragon?】
As for its relationship with the ancestral dragon, it wasn’t a father-son dynamic, since as a naturally born fierce spirit, it had no father.
But it had been beaten up by the ancestral dragon before; as the saying goes, you don’t know someone until you’ve fought them, so that counted for something.
As for Qingran not wanting the Xuan Yin Sword Bone, that was no big deal; Chen Huai'an could directly cultivate both Yin and Yang.
Who cares if he could eat both at once? Just gulp it down!
“Wow—! I have to say, it really does look like chicken tendons, and the taste is pretty similar too!”
However, he felt nothing from the Sword Spirit Root, which transformed into a wisp of green light and entered his sea of consciousness, standing alongside the single lightning root.
Moments later, the Pure Yang Sword Bone and the Pure Yin Sword Bone were fully absorbed without any signs of exploding from the overload.
Chen Huai'an closed his eyes to meditate for a while, and two streams of sword intent rose around him, forming shadowy images of Yin and Yang swords that circled his body.
With a thought, the Xuan Yin sword intent transformed into a shadowy figure of a sword cultivator in front of him, slashing forward.
The shadow immediately vanished, while he remained standing still.
“Xuan Yin sword intent, turning pure Yin into a shadow, driving the shadow out as a sword, the sword moves with intent.”
“Pure Yang sword intent, pure Yang as inner strength, sword intent fierce, the sword moves with the body.”
“Yin and Yang combined, reality and illusion coexist... It seems I’ve inadvertently given myself something extraordinary.” Chen Huai'an’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He had thought that stuffing these two sword bones together might cause them to clash.
But unexpectedly, they seemed destined to be together; rather than existing independently, their combination produced an effect greater than the sum of its parts.
The Imperial Sword—Chen Jiang—hanging above the bed buzzed and trembled.
Even though they were different species, it could feel the eager anticipation emanating from the sword body.
This sword longed to be used, to be drawn forth.
Chen Huai'an glanced at the Chen Jiang sword with a cold smile. “Now you want to get close to me? Dream on, just hang there on the wall!”
It had previously ignored him, and now he would let this ‘broken sword’ know what it meant to be out of reach.
The Black Scale Sword was far better; a humble sword should not be discarded.
“Although I may not achieve enlightenment, in a certain sense, am I not a genius in my own right?”
Chen Xianzun indulged in self-adoration, closing his eyes to meditate.
In the past, when he meditated, his mind would often be filled with jumbled thoughts, like images of Li Qingran’s small feet, close-ups of her in a bellyband, and the sight of the pure white thunder. Today was completely different; his mind was solely focused on a sword crackling with lightning, instantly entering a state of cultivation.
In the depths of his being, Chen Huai'an felt an illusion—he had become a vortex, bathing in a sea of spiritual energy, with the surrounding energy converging towards him.
But perhaps this wasn’t an illusion.
Ten minutes later.
Ba Ji and Xiao Qing lay sprawled on the windowsill, their faces filled with despair.
The once crystal-clear leaves of the Jiu Zhuan Ling Lan had begun to wither slightly.
【It’s all been drained... all the spiritual energy has been sucked dry...】
Ba Ji cautiously glanced at Chen Huai'an, who was meditating, its heart trembling:
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