Chapter 11: The Heavenly Dragon Sovereign Art
"The Heavenly Dragon Sovereign Art is the most powerful cultivation technique in the Nine Heavens," the ancient voice said proudly.
"This technique can make you strong enough to battle the heavens themselves."
"It can make you surpass the heavens."
"Even heaven itself fears this cultivation technique."
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed.
The old man continued.
"You think I have been boasting this entire time?"
"Hmph."
"When you see this technique for yourself, you will understand why it is known as the number one cultivation art beneath the heavens."
"Now relax."
"I am going to impart the technique directly into your mind."
"You may feel a little pain."
Xiao Chen's expression immediately became strange.
"A little pain?"
For some reason...
He suddenly had a very bad feeling.
Before he could even react, a terrifying force suddenly entered his mind.
Boom!
Xiao Chen felt as though his head was about to explode.
"AAAAAHHH!"
A miserable scream almost escaped his mouth.
But at the last second, Xiao Chen grabbed the blanket beside him and shoved it into his mouth.
He bit down on it hard.
His entire body trembled violently.
He did not know whether Elder Liu was still nearby.
If he screamed loudly, Elder Liu would definitely hear him and rush inside.
Xiao Chen did not want that.
So he could only endure.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
His body twisted on the bed.
Veins bulged across his forehead.
It felt as though countless invisible blades were carving words directly into his mind.
Every second was torture.
No...
It was even worse than torture.
This was not pain of the body.
This was pain of the soul.
Pain of the mind.
Pain of the spirit.
Xiao Chen had been beaten before.
He had starved before.
He had slept in freezing weather before.
But none of that compared to this.
This pain was stronger than anything he had ever experienced.
Even so...
He still refused to make a sound.
He bit down on the blanket until blood almost came out of his mouth.
His fingers dug into the bed.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
He rolled back and forth across the bed while desperately enduring.
Time slowly passed.
One minute.
Ten minutes.
Maybe longer.
Xiao Chen no longer knew.
At some point, he even felt as though he was no longer inside the room.
He felt as though he had entered another world.
A world filled with darkness.
In the endless darkness, he saw countless giant dragons flying through the sky.
Some dragons had black scales.
Some had golden scales.
Some were so large that their bodies looked like mountain ranges.
Their eyes glowed like suns.
Their roars shook heaven and earth.
At the center of all those dragons...
There was a throne.
And sitting on that throne was a figure that Xiao Chen could not see clearly.
He only saw a pair of terrifying golden eyes staring down at him.
The moment those eyes landed on him...
Boom!
Xiao Chen's mind exploded once more.
Then suddenly...
The pain disappeared.
Everything became quiet.
Xiao Chen lay on the bed, breathing heavily.
His entire body was soaked in sweat.
It looked as though he had just been pulled out of water.
His chest rose and fell violently.
For a few moments, he could not even speak.
Then he heard the old man's voice.
"I am done."
"The technique has been branded into your mind."
Xiao Chen slowly sat up.
His legs were still shaking.
He looked like someone who had just escaped death.
"Old man..." Xiao Chen said weakly.
"That was not a little pain."
"I felt like my soul was on fire."
"A fire I could not stop."
"I felt like I was going to die."
The ancient voice immediately became angry.
"Shut up!"
"If you cannot even endure this amount of pain, then how do you plan to reach the peak?"
"How do you plan to surpass the heavens?"
"How do you plan to avenge your little sister?"
Xiao Chen froze.
The old man's voice became colder.
"Do you think the road ahead will be easy?"
"Do you think becoming strong is something simple?"
"You are not someone who will follow the normal path."
"You will break rules."
"You will walk a road filled with blood, pain, chaos, and death."
"If you cannot even endure this amount of suffering..."
"Then I can tell you right now that you will never be able to fight the heavens."
"Because the heavens will try every possible method to destroy you."
"If heaven notices you as a threat..."
"It will do everything in its power to erase you from existence."
"So stop whining."
"Stand up."
"Become stronger."
"Because it already feels like you are starting to become too relaxed."
"It already feels like you are forgetting why we started this journey."
Xiao Chen slowly lowered his head.
Then...
He laughed.
It was a dark laugh.
A cold laugh.
"I could never forget," Xiao Chen said quietly.
"I could never forget what the heavens did to me."
"I could never forget what happened to my little sister."
"I could never forget how unfair the world has been."
The room became silent.
A few moments later, Xiao Chen slowly stood up.
"Old man," he said.
"How do I look at this cultivation technique of yours?"
The ancient voice instantly exploded again.
"I told you to stop calling me old man!"
"I am not old!"
"I am a middle-aged man!"
"I have not even become old yet!"
"I still have many wives who are waiting for me!"
Xiao Chen rolled his eyes.
"Stop whining, old man, and tell me quickly."
The ancient voice became speechless.
After a while, he sighed.
"Young people nowadays truly have no respect."
"The technique has already been branded into your mind."
"All you need to do is try to remember it."
"It will come to you like a memory."
"Now try it."
Xiao Chen closed his eyes.
He focused his mind.
Then suddenly...
A flood of information appeared inside his head.
Ancient words.
Ancient symbols.
Ancient diagrams.
They all appeared before him clearly.
The moment Xiao Chen saw the first line of the cultivation technique...
His eyes widened.
"What the hell..."