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

“G… G… Ghost!” Leng San said, getting goosebumps all over his body.


“Ghost, your ass. Idiot!! That's clearly a great expert!” Freya drew her voice in his consciousness.


Hearing so, Leng San regained consciousness and slowly sighed softly.


“Who taught you to believe in ghosts? You are a true believer in the science of medicine, standing on reasons and evidence. Why do you believe in such a thing??” Freya complained.


“Freya, you don't understand. I was scared by a ghost when I was young, and that has given me trauma ever since. I remembered that I was so scared that I passed out,” Leng San said with a solemn face, pondering the story of the past.


“Nonsense…” Freya retorted in an indifferent tone before she stopped arguing.


After Leng San thought it through, he could assume that the other party was probably the highest-level expert. The level of this old man might not be inferior to his teacher, Li Gongyun.


Grandmaster’s Funeral (2)