Chapter 29: Let Me Show You What a True Dragon Is!
The True Dragon Nine Crowns—this could be called the treasured heirloom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
If possible, Yu Yuanzhen really didn't want to give it away.
But unfortunately, just as Qian Xunji said.
If he didn't hand it over...
Given the crime committed by his son, Yu Xiaogang...
Spirit Hall would have every reason to use it as a pretext to bring forces down upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and wipe them out entirely.
They would forcibly seize not only the True Dragon Nine Crowns but all inherited spirit bones.
And with his father Yu Batian already deceased, even if Spirit Hall's Angel Douluo didn't act personally, his own power at Level 94 was still no match for the strength of Spirit Hall.
This left Yu Yuanzhen no choice, under the weight of reason, but to suppress his anger, unwillingness, and pain...
And decide to take out the True Dragon Nine Crowns as compensation!
But at the same time, because of the same anger, unwillingness, and pain in his heart...
Yu Yuanzhen didn't want to hand it over so easily.
So, he proposed a Spirit Duel to Qian Xunji.
According to what he knew—
This Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, had only broken through to Titled Douluo less than ten years ago.
His current level was, at most, 92!
Although the Six-Winged Angel Martial Spirit was said to be the most powerful divine-level spirit in existence...
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Spirit of their clan was no weakling either. Its draconic transformation ability was definitely not inferior to that so-called innate domain!
On top of that, he held at least a two-level advantage in cultivation!
Qian Xunji was definitely not his match!
Yu Yuanzhen was full of confidence and pride.
Of course, even if Qian Xunji refused...
Yu Yuanzhen still wouldn't have any options left and would have to hand over the True Dragon Nine Crowns with resentment.
But if Qian Xunji refused, that would mean he was afraid, that he was retreating!
It would expose his cowardice!
At the very least, that could help Yu Yuanzhen—who had been suppressed and toyed with since stepping into the hall—find some psychological balance.
He could at least think with disdain—
'This so-called Pope of Spirit Hall only knows how to rely on Spirit Hall's strength to talk big!'
'He's nothing compared to me, Yu Yuanzhen!'
He could feel, internally, that he had flipped the situation and won this round.
And if Qian Xunji agreed—then even better!
Even if, under Qian Xunji's threat, he had no choice but to surrender in the end and offer up the True Dragon Nine Crowns for fear that Qian Xunji would act on his word and bring forces to destroy the sect in the name of his son's crimes...
He could still use the chance to give this damn Pope of Spirit Hall a thorough beating!
At the very least, he could vent some of his suppressed fury and unwillingness.
From Yu Yuanzhen's point of view, once he raised this challenge...
Whether Qian Xunji accepted or not, he had already won something!
In short—it was like Qin Shi Huang touching a power line—
He had won big time!
...
Inside the grand hall—
Hearing Yu Yuanzhen actually wager the True Dragon Nine Crowns for a Spirit Duel, Qian Xunji's elegant, peerlessly handsome face kept its cold smirk.
He was full of disdain in his heart.
If it were his original self, facing Yu Yuanzhen, maybe he really wouldn't be a match.
But for him—heh...
He could only say—he had this in the bag.
Sure, if he pressed hard and gave no leeway, Yu Yuanzhen wouldn't have any choice regardless.
But that wasn't necessary!
He was a transmigrator!
He didn't lack the strength.
And now that the enemy had jumped out to taunt him...
What he should do was use overwhelming strength to slap him hard across the face.
Time to show off!
That's the proper style of a transmigrator!
"Patriarch Yu, do you think you have a choice?"
Qian Xunji sneered coldly, his tone full of mockery.
"But for a mere Spirit Duel—so what if I accept?"
"Today, I'll make you personally offer up the True Dragon Nine Crowns!"
With that said, Qian Xunji flicked his robes, his tall and straight figure suddenly rising from the throne.
His expression was cold, and an imposing, domineering aura radiated from his body.
Off to the side, Golden Crocodile Douluo and Lion Douluo exchanged glances.
After looking at each other, neither of them spoke.
They believed in the decision Qian Xunji had made now.
...
Outside the castle—
In a grove of trees—
Golden Crocodile Douluo, Lion Douluo, and Ling Yuan stood together on one side.
On the other side stood Bibi Dong and a bruised and swollen, battered Yu Xiaogang.
"Father, go get him!"
"Make that Qian Xunji pay!"
Yu Xiaogang glared with eyes swollen like lightbulbs, staring hard at Qian Xunji and Yu Yuanzhen in the sky. He clenched his fists and muttered under his breath.
Toward Qian Xunji, Yu Xiaogang harbored deep, unforgettable hatred and rage.
In Spirit City, he had finally managed to win over the naive and sweet Bibi Dong.
He was just about to use Bibi Dong to access the secret archives of Spirit Hall.
He might've even found a way to evolve his Spirit Luo Sanpao.
But that damned Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, ruined all his plans!
All the effort he'd put into his spirit's evolution was wiped out in one blow.
Such hatred—utterly irreconcilable!
And though he had no evidence...
Those bandits who attacked them on the way back—no matter how he thought about it—it all felt wrong.
In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, it was almost certainly Qian Xunji's doing!
Thinking about the cruel "special training" he endured under that scar-faced bastard—
The pain and humiliation of being forced into extreme training, with his whole body pushed beyond its limits...
Yu Xiaogang wished he could kill Qian Xunji with his glare alone.
...
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Possession!"
Rising into the sky, Yu Yuanzhen roared in anger and instantly summoned his spirit, entering spirit possession mode.
In an instant, a massive silver-blue dragon, wreathed in lightning with wings on its back, emerged behind him and merged with his body.
His sleeves tore apart as his limbs transformed into massive, powerful dragon claws and legs.
His torso was soon covered in tough silver-blue scales. His head also grew a layer of scales and a pair of curved dragon horns, while wide wings spread from his back.
At the same time, nine spirit rings rose beneath him—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!
In that moment, an intense surge of draconic might and spirit power exploded from Yu Yuanzhen's body.
Yet Qian Xunji only smirked with disdain and said coldly,
"So this is your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit?"
"The so-called number one beast spirit in the spirit master world... looks pretty average to me."
"Today, I'll show you what a true dragon really is!"
With that, Qian Xunji bellowed:
"Golden Dragon—come forth!"
The next moment, accompanied by a dazzling burst of golden light, what emerged from Qian Xunji's body was no longer the Twelve-Winged Angel Spirit...
But a golden dragon, its entire body covered in gleaming scales, immense and muscular.
A pair of massive golden wings spread wide like they could blot out the sun. Its long, powerful neck supported a majestic dragon head covered in gold scales, crowned by a pair of resplendent, curved golden horns like a royal crown.
"ROAR!"
With a thunderous roar, the Golden Dragon instantly merged with Qian Xunji.
In that instant, his figure grew taller, muscles swelling, golden scales erupting across his body like a tidal wave. His hands became sharp dragon claws.
His golden eyes turned into vertical slits, golden horns sprouted from his head, and a pair of broad golden wings spread wide from his back.
An overwhelming dragon might surged violently from Qian Xunji, sweeping outward.
Feeling the terrifying pressure from the Golden Dragon Martial Spirit—and its powerful draconic bloodline—not only did Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Xiaogang's expressions change drastically...
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo nearby couldn't help but show a shift in his face.