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

The boy's face was distorted, ugly to the extreme!!


“Damn it!! That old man got me again!!”


In the end, Leng San had to pay over two billion and five hundred million gold coins to the Crescent Moon Sect. Compared to the enormous value of the property in his dimensional rod, this amount was considered very small. It was not worth risking Ji Yeza revealing his personal information to the entire martial world and creating difficulties for Leng San in the aftermath of having to watch out for greedy people from all over the world.


Taking the money out of his treasury, Leng San felt as if he was cutting off his flesh. Leng San's face was in great pain, including frustration towards his Uncle Master.


It took a little while for his mood to return to normal, and then Leng San slowly reconsidered every story he had heard today.


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