Silver-Eyed Bone Drake
Lin Yuan took a long breath. The air was heavy with pressure—the kind that made most cultivators kneel.
The Silver-Eyed Bone Drake stood at the edge of the shattered valley, silent, silver gaze fixed on him like a butcher eyeing a lamb. It was Rank 6—a full three levels above Lin Yuan.
And in beast cultivation... a single level could mean death.
> "If beasts in equal level is stronger than human" Lin Yuan reminded himself, "then a beast three ranks stronger... is a walking disaster."
But even as fear churned in his chest, he didn't retreat.
Because he wasn't alone.
From the trees behind him, a light flashed. A figure stepped forward—spear in hand, wind curling around her feet. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her eyes burning with resolve.
Rina.
"I'll fight with you," she said simply. "I didn't come this far to just pick your kills"
Lin Yuan blinked, surprised. "I thought you were still—"
"I was hurt," she admitted. "But I accept it." She turned away, cheeks red. "If I think people don't like me because I am no longer cultivation genius,then it will be true.If I believe in myself ,I can cultivate in broken spiritual body."
He smiled faintly. "You're terrifying."
From above the battlefield, even Qingxuan, arms still folded, smirked. "Not bad. You gathered quite the crowd."
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Lin Yuan Steps Forward
His bow thrummed in his hand.
He drew one of the time-accelerating arrows, letting the strange pull of the weapon flow through his spirit sea. As he nocked the shaft, the world grew quiet.
He whispered to himself:
> "Even if it's stronger… I just need to be faster."
He looked at Rina. She nodded.
Then he shouted:
> "Let's go!"
The Silver-Eyed Bone Drake towered nearly three stories tall, its long, skeletal frame coiling like a serpent but standing on four powerful limbs. Its entire body was bone-white, but not decayed—its bones shimmered like polished jade, as if sculpted from ancient dragon ivory.
From a distance, it resembled a statue of death. Up close, it pulsed with malevolent life.
Its most haunting feature was its eyes—two perfect orbs of glowing liquid silver, spinning slowly like twin moons caught in orbit. The longer you stared into them, the harder it was to breathe.
Thin strands of mist leaked from the gaps in its ribs—soul mist—from countless spirits it had devoured. Some said it once lived inside a spiritual graveyard, feeding off the resentment of the dead.
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Notable Traits:
Silver Flame Breath:
Instead of fire, it exhaled a silver spirit flame that scorched soul essence rather than flesh. It could burn away memory, shatter consciousness, and erase names from fate threads.
Soul Pressure:
Being near the Bone Drake felt like drowning in cold water. Even high-level cultivators could feel their spiritual sea crack under the pressure of its existence.
Aura of Silence:
No insects crawled near it. No birds sang. When it approached, the world fell silent—as though time held its breath.
High Intelligence:
Despite its monstrous appearance, it was not mindless. The Bone Drake studied its prey, recognized bloodlines, and adapted. Some cultivators believe it could even speak, but preferred not to waste words on the unworthy.
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Origin Rumors:
It was born from a forbidden fusion of a dragon corpse and a cursed bone spirit.
It once devoured a Sage's soul in the Valley of Tomb Wind and absorbed part of their wisdom.
Its silver eyes were not natural—they were forged from moonlight in the underworld, allowing it to see through illusions and false identities.
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The Bone Drake moved.
It didn't roar. It glided forward—unnaturally smooth for something so massive. Dust rose with every step.
The battle had begun.
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Battle: Rain of Arrows and the Golden Flame Duel
The moment the Bone Drake raised its skeletal head above the ridge, the world tensed.
Its glowing silver eyes swept across the broken field, locking onto Lin Yuan and Rina with slow, chilling intent.
But this time—they were ready.
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Phase One: The Arrow Barrage
Lin Yuan stood tall, drawing his first time-accelerating arrow. The magical bow hummed in his hand, bending space with tension.
> Thwip—
The arrow shot forward, glowing silver, gaining speed mid-air—a blur of distorted light.
It struck the beast's shoulder joint. The temporal force slowed the limb, disrupting its balance for a heartbeat.
In that moment, ten demon girls, once rescued slaves and now sworn sisters, raised their bows in perfect formation. Wearing dark armor, eyes burning with devotion, they fired in military unison.
> Ssssh—THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Arrows rained down in disciplined waves, hammering the drake's joints, neck, and wings.
A second later, Lin Yuan fired his second arrow—this one aimed low. It accelerated like lightning, skimming the ground, and blasted into the Drake's rear leg, staggering it.
The Bone Drake roared—a bone-chilling, echoing howl that cracked nearby stones.
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Phase Two: Charge and Crossfire
> "Now!" Lin Yuan shouted.
He and Rina sprinted forward, moving like lightning—one left, one right—dividing the beast's attention.
As they closed in, a volley of one hundred arrows—loosed from demon girls and supporting cultivators on cliffs—rained from the sky like a divine punishment. The sound was thunder. The light was silver and black.
The drake raised its wings to shield itself. The arrows hit like a storm, opening tiny wounds and chipping away its aura.
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Phase Three: Flying Sword and Blindness
At the center of chaos, Lin Yuan raised his hand—and his flying sword shot into the air. A slim blade of white-gold light.
The Bone Drake saw it and jerked its head, raising a claw to intercept.
But just as the sword reached the beast's shoulder—it swerved sharply, as if thinking on its own. It spun mid-air and plunged into the Drake's right eye, piercing through silver flame and cracked bone.
> SPLAT!
The Drake screamed.
It staggered, rearing up, half-blinded.
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Phase Four: Dual Assault – Rina and the Beast's Rage
Lin Yuan took the opening and leapt to its left, slashing its flank with his blade. The beast tried to swipe with its front claw, but Lin Yuan twisted away, letting the third arrow burst against the wrist joint—slowing it again.
Meanwhile, Rina danced through the battlefield behind it.
The Drake's tail whipped toward her—deadly and fast—but she bent low, rolling beneath it, and lunged her spear into its rear leg.
> CRACK! Bone split. The beast staggered.
But it refused to fall.
It began turning in a circle, trying to keep both attackers in one sightline. A clever tactic. Its silver fire gurgled from its throat—
> "MOVE!"
It unleashed a cone of silver flame, tearing through the field in a wide arc.
But Lin Yuan was ready.
He roared and raised his palm—Sunfire ignited from within him, blazing gold and white.
The two fires clashed—sun and moon, life and soul-death—midair. The collision split the sky in color, melting rocks beneath.
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Phase Five: Golden Robe and Final Blow
The Drake lunged, furious. Lin Yuan raised his arms—
> FLASH!
A radiant garment erupted around him—his Golden Rock Robe, made from the feather-plumes of a divine avian. Its layered gold fibers shimmered with embedded defensive formations.
> CLANG!
The beast's claw smashed into him—only to bounce off like steel hitting stone.
Lin Yuan didn't move. He stood tall, his golden robe blazing, his face wild.
> "You think I'm prey?" he growled. "I hunt beasts."
He launched forward, sword and flames in hand, striking the Drake's blinded side. Rina appeared behind, stabbing its weak rear leg again, twisting the blade deep.
The Drake roared one final time, staggered, bleeding silver flame.
Then—it turned and ran.
Its wings flared. Its body, bruised, cracked, and blinded, lifted into the air and fled, diving into the ravines beyond the valley, leaving blood and bone fragments behind.
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Silence After the Storm
Smoke drifted in the wind.
Lin Yuan exhaled, his robe dimming, his hands shaking.
Rina stood beside him, panting, spear dripping silver-black blood.
The demon girls stood above them, bows lowered, formation unbroken.
Above, Lady Qingxuan finally clapped once. "Well," she said. "I was going to save you—but this was more fun to watch."
Smoke curled through the battlefield like wounded breath. Lin Yuan stood in the center, golden robe torn and smudged with silver blood. His arms trembled—not from fear, but from strain.
He winced.
Two of his own arrows—one buried in the beast shoulder, the other lodged in its leg.Lin yuan grit his teeth and said nothing.
Nearby, Rina rushed to him. "You're bleeding. Stop moving!"
"I'm fine." He staggered forward anyway.
"Careful!" Rina warned. "If it noticed us following,it might speed up again!"
Lin Yuan nodded. "Ten enchanted arrows," he murmured, "and I nearly lost two in one day…"
The Chase That Wasn't
From the distance, a trail of silver smoke curled over the horizon—the last sign of the Bone Drake vanishing into the mountains.
Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed. "Let's chase it."
Rina looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "You're bleeding. It's flying. We're not birds."
"It's wounded. If we press—"
He paused, watching the silver trail fade into clouds. His hand clenched around the bloody arrow.
Then, after a long silence, he whispered:
> "It's too fast. We can't track it."
Rina exhaled in relief. "Thank the heavens one of your brain cells is still working."
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Quiet Determination
Lin Yuan slumped against a boulder. Qingxuan walked past him, casual as ever, and dropped a healing pill in his lap.
"Don't be so dramatic," she said. "There'll be plenty more monsters who want to kill you."
He laughed once—low, tired. "Then I'll need more arrows."
Rina sat beside him, folding her arms. "You'll also need someone to stop you from getting yourself killed."
"Then stay," he said, eyes closed. "You're good at yelling at me."
She didn't answer.
But she didn't leave. Lin yuan say I have a way to track it. He point in one direction.
---Would you like to continue with Lin Yuan harvesting the battlefield, finding something strange among the Drake's discarded blood, or perhaps receiving a new warning from one of the demon gigirls