As soon as Leng San woke up in the middle of an unknown forest, he became stupefied. His grandfather, his Leng Clan, and the clan’s enemy, the Asuras, that were fighting against each other were all gone. Moreover, once he circulated qi in his body, he found that his qi was decreased to the first level of the violet stage, which was the lowest level! At the moment, Leng San was no different from an ordinary boy. without qi, he was extremely in despair.



As Leng San was the only hope of the Leng Clan, his grandfather had to send him through time to 1,500 years in the future, in order to completely escape from the pursuing of the Asuras. If the grandfather did not decrease Leng San’s qi to the lowest level, he might not be able to time travel and eventually get killed.



Leng San must practice his skills to be stronger, to eradicate the Asuras and restore Leng Clan again. A new life awaited for Leng San at the end of the tunnel, he must do this!

Leng San: the Divine Draconic Demon

Leng San swept his eyes over everyone who was on their knees. Despite sensing some animosity from certain members, he did not punish any of them. It was naturally their right to be spiteful from losing their relatives over the repercussions of the boy’s action. All he did was remember those faces as much as he could. After ten days, the boy would kill anyone who still harbored any killing intent, without hesitation. However, if time could ease their pain somewhat, he would let these people leave in peace.


“Now raise.” Leng San ordered as spreading his hand.


“Elder Lin, from now on you will be my representative and manage the sect on my behalf. If it isn’t a serious matter, you can make the decision without having to consult me.”


Nurture the Trust