The scene begins with a young man currently engaged in a fierce combat with his challenger. He wore deep crimson robes lined with beautiful green stripes, the fabric fluttering with every swift movement. His sharp green eyes, well-defined nose, and soft, kissable lips gave him a charming but dangerous allure. Though his build was slim, it was fitted with well outlined muscles, radiating the kind of strength acquired from years of discipline. In his right hand, he wielded a long slender blade that shimmered faintly under the blazing arena lights.
A confident grin tugged at his lips as he watched his opponent charge at him, fury etched into every step. This wasn't just a duel it was a storm of pride, power, and something deeper, something personal. One look at the seething face of the attacker made it clear this wasn't a spar. It was war.
Swish...!
With a sidestep that bordered on graceful artistry, the young man in red slipped past the twin scythe blades aimed at his head. His robe barely rustled as the weapons sliced through the air where he once stood. And just as the enemy stumbled past, unbalanced by the miss, the crimson fighter drove his left fist hard into the man's lower abdomen. The sound of the blow was like thunder. Pain immediately contorted the rival's face.
"Damn you, Yun Tian. I swear, one day I'll kill you."
His challenger hissed, voice shaking with hatred. His glowing red eyes, hardened jawline, and broad shoulders showed that he was both older and physically stronger than Yun Tian. But strength wasn't everything. not here.
At that, Yun Tian's grin faded, replaced with an expression that could freeze oceans. Calm. Calculated. Lethally precise.
Bang...!
The man was flung clean out of the ring, flipping midair before crashing onto the arena's edge. Blood poured from his mouth and nose as he lay groaning. A team of cloaked elders rushed forward without delay, surrounding him. Their palms lit with radiant energy, casting runes in the air as they performed a strange healing ritual. Streams of glowing qi flowed into the man's chest and limbs.
"Contestant Yun Tian wins the Elementary Dragon Tournament!"
The announcement echoed across every speaker in the grand coliseum. The audience erupted with thunderous cheers rising like a tidal wave. From the skyboxes to the arena floor, the crowd roared his name.
Yun Tian finally looked around, before taking in a deep breath in the mood if the moment. A slight smile crept back onto his face. With calm steps, he descended the platform, head held high, exuding a quiet nobility as he exited the arena.
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Narrator's POV
"My name is Yun Tian. I'm a level three Elementary Qi Master… and I carry a sealed Dragon bloodline. Sounds cool, right? But trust me, it's more of a curse than a gift. That match you just watched? That's just a taste of what my life has become.
My journey's full of twists. some I expected, most I didn't. Somewhere along the line, I become something I once feared. But I've learned one truth that hasn't failed me yet: never give up. Ever. Even when fate, blood, or gods stand in your way.
So join me, through battles, awakenings, betrayals, and revelations. Follow me into a world of Dragons, Demons, and Divine realms. This… is My Dragon's Odyssey."
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NIGHTFALL
Inside a magnificent chamber glistening with light from floating lanterns, nobles and elders gathered in robes of silk and brocade. Laughter and music echoed off marble columns, while golden trays carried exotic wines and glowing fruits.
Suddenly, a man stood and lifted a carved wooden cup toward the air. His silver-grey robe was edged with white sigils, and his confident, regal face commanded silence. He had the kind of poise that told you he wasn't just anyone but a leader, and tonight… someone's proudest man.
"I raise this toast," he said, his voice rich and commanding, "to my son Yun Tian, champion of the Elementary Dragon Tournament!"
Applause rang out, echoing like crashing waves through the hall. Wine splashed, fans clapped, voices rose.
"But that's not the end of it," the man continued, now pacing slowly as he addressed the crowd.
"Not only did he bring glory to our name, but he has also shattered barriers. The Ancestral Dragon Chamber has given its full approval to awaken his sleeping bloodline no tempering, no cultivation trials. A full awakening."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"And… the Sky Inferno Dragon Clan has offered the hand of Princess Yue Wei in marriage."
More gasps. Louder now. A few even dropped their cups.
"You may take this night as a celebration," he concluded. "And this toast as your invitation. The wedding… will be held in seven days."
Silence followed for a heartbeat then the hall exploded.
Voices clashed. Some raised cups again, others whispered. While many faces beamed with joy, others turned dark with envy. Not everyone here belonged to Yun Tian's sect. Not everyone welcomed this rising star.
Among the guests stood three men. quiet, still, and brooding. Their robes bore different insignias, their eyes filled with shadows. Without a word, they glanced at each other, then slipped away through the crowd, stepping onto the roof silently like ghosts.
One of them, a tall man with a long scar slashed across his cheek, paused briefly. He turned back, staring at the hall glowing beneath him, then vanished into the night.
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DAWN
Bam!
A clenched fist slammed against an oak table, shaking it. The sound echoed through a dimly lit chamber where four figures sat, all cloaked in deep green hooded robes.
"You fools," growled the man at the head. "Why is he still alive?"
"My Lord," one replied carefully, "we awaited your word."
"My word? You need permission to eliminate a threat like him?! He's not just a boy he's a spark. One spark, and everything I've built burns. If he lives, then Yun Duyi his father may rise again. Is that what you want?"
The room was tense. Then a voice spoke, soft and feminine, but colder than any wind.
"No one in this room wants that. The Li family's future depends on your rise. Just tell us what must be done."
The leader took a deep breath, stepping away from the table. He clasped his hands behind his back and moved toward the doorway, his tone quiet but chilling.
"Jing Ke."
A single name.
From the shadows, a man stepped into view. He was lean, robed, and utterly silent. A few elders in the room stiffened, their eyes widening in disbelief. This figure hadn't been seen before. Not once.
"Eliminate the boy," the leader said, "on the day of the wedding. But don't kill him. He's still my nephew. I want him alive as a living scar. A reminder to Yun Duyi of the day his world came crashing to the ground."
"Yes, my Lord."
The cloaked assassin bowed. Then, like mist in the morning, he disappeared.