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

“You were just saying that you didn't care about other people’s business… but you eavesdropped on me talking to the Master?!!!” Leng San immediately drew his voice when he turned to see Fu Duanzhi raising the corner of his mouth…


Fu Duanzhi lifted his liquor jar to his mouth before replying briefly.


“What “other people”? You are clearly my disciple.”


Leng San’s even spun widely... He was used to giving people unreasonable reasons, but he had just been retorted in that very same way by the same type of person for the first time.


“Ugh!! I just found out that being verbally attacked by such nonsense words is so painful,” Leng San said, holding his hand on the heart position in pain…


The old man raised his liquor jar with an indifferent expression...


“Oh, well. Since there's no other business, we'll continue to practice for a whole month until the meeting of the eight branches’ directors.”


“Roger,” Leng San synchronized his hands and bowed down…


The Monsoon Begins to Form...