Another Bloodline

Wu Lan and Xiao Wu entered Nuoding Town together. Xiao Wu was full of energy, her eyes sparkling as they walked past the bustling shops.

"Brother Lan, what are we doing here?" she asked, curiously peeking into store windows.

"Rabbit, we only have a small amount of money left. We can't register with the Martial Spirit Hall for income, it's too risky, our information might leak. So I'm thinking of using my Martial Spirit to open a small medical stall and earn money through healing."

"Brother, you're so smart!" Xiao Wu beamed. "Then we can buy lots of food and play too!" She began drooling at the thought.

Wu Lan sighed and gave her a gentle knock on the head. "You're still thinking about playing?"

Xiao Wu held her head with both hands and made a pitiful face. "Don't be angry, Brother..."

"You need to train seriously. And once we're at the academy, there'll be many eyes watching. Our cultivation method must stay a secret. That's why we need money, to buy a place where we can train without interruptions."

Later, Wu Lan bought a small shop near Nuoding Academy and opened a healing clinic. This solved two problems: income and independence from Tang San. If he was lucky, healing would even yield hidden rewards.

The shop quickly attracted attention. Healers were rare, and Wu Lan's gentle touch and powerful Martial Spirit drew crowds. He earned far more than expected. Xiao Wu happily counted the money, humming to herself.

Eventually, Wu Lan's soul power ran dry. Xiao Wu closed the shop and dragged him off to play until nightfall, giggling the whole time. They returned to the academy just before dark.

While walking, Wu Lan was deep in thought.

He hadn't received a single "payment" all day. Could it be that only people like Tang San were capable of producing those rewards?

I can't depend on Tang San forever...

A figure surfaced in his memory, Yu Xiaogang.

That scumbag. The teacher of the protagonist. His luck shouldn't be bad.

After their evening training, Wu Lan waited for night to fall. When everyone else was asleep, he activated Blue Silver Sense and scanned the academy for Tang Hao. After confirming he was nowhere nearby, Wu Lan quietly got up.

Outside Yu Xiaogang's room, he used his Martial Spirit to alter his appearance into a random passerby. He slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

With one swift punch, Yu Xiaogang jolted awake. The second punch knocked him out cold.

Wu Lan beat him senseless in silence, only stopping once the man was covered in bruises. Then he began to heal him.

Suddenly, a system message appeared.

[Healing in progress...]

[Payment detected: Golden Dragon Bloodline]

[Would you like to absorb it?]

Wu Lan froze.

Golden Dragon Bloodline?

He stared for a long time, trying to make sense of it.

Then it clicked.

The blood didn't belong to Yu Xiaogang directly, it belonged to his Martial Spirit, Luo Sanpao.

In the anime, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong formed the Golden Iron Triangle. Their fusion technique created a massive Golden Dragon, and all the spirit rings had funneled into Luo Sanpao during that fusion.

So this useless man, who calls himself the Grandmaster and claims to understand all Martial Spirits... didn't even know the true nature of his own?

What a joke.

Wu Lan scoffed, erased all traces of his visit, and slipped away. Yu Xiaogang would probably think it was just a bad dream.

Finding a quiet place, Wu Lan activated Blue Silver Sense once again to ensure no one was nearby. Then, inside his inventory, he selected the Golden Dragon Bloodline and confirmed.

The moment he did, the air thickened around him, charged and heavy.

Golden light surged into his body, burrowing through his bones, threading into his muscles and veins. His body tensed, not from pain but from sheer force. The bloodline didn't arrive gently. It tested him.

He gritted his teeth as his body shook, not with fear, but with growing power. The bloodline roared within him like a slumbering beast.

His Martial Spirit stayed unchanged, its calm healing energy unaffected. But inside, something shifted.

A second rhythm.

A quiet, pulsing heartbeat beneath his own, the echo of a Golden Dragon.

And with it came the feeling of destruction.

Not wild or cruel, but natural, like a tide breaking through a dam. The power to shatter limits.

Wu Lan opened his eyes slowly. A flicker of gold danced in his pupils before fading.

His chest rose and fell. Golden mist drifted from his lips.

"I see... so this is what it means to carry a dragon's power."

There was no grand explosion. No roar. Just quiet, dangerous strength coiled beneath his skin.

He healed himself and adjusted to the sudden increase in strength. His physical power had risen greatly, and he felt a vague affinity with the element of destruction.

My bloodline is the Golden Dragon. Likely a lesser version of the Golden Dragon King.

The Golden Dragon King... a remnant of the Dragon God, carrying powers of pure strength and destruction. No wonder I can sense the destructive element.

Satisfied, he returned to the dormitory. Tomorrow, he would begin searching for a place suited to his training needs.

As he drifted into sleep, far away in the heart of Star Dou Forest, 

In a still space, a massive silver dragon stirred in its slumber.

It opened its eyes, sensing something faint and familiar.

"A weakened lineage... fragile, but alive."

The dragon closed its eyes again, returning to sleep. But now, a ripple had stirred the depths of the ancient forest.