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

“Oh… Isn't that Wang Chow?” One sound rang in the back.


Wang Chow, including Leng San, turned his gaze to follow the sound, and Wang Chow's face turned pale as if it was bloodless, “Wang Feihu, are you here with the Medical Saint Institute?”


“Of course, it must be me. I didn't expect to run into the people of the same clan here.” Wang Feihu raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes clearly showing a look of disdain.


Leng San noticed the costume that Wang Feihu was wearing. There were only three people in the procession who were dressed like that, so he could guess that the boy was one of the three inner disciples in the procession. And from what Wang Chow had said, he was the other genius of the Wang Clan, the son of the leader who entered the Medical Saint Institute. Leng San could immediately specify that person, seeing the look on Wang Chow's face and the position of Wang Feihu.


Verbal Collision