Ron started to get to know more about his powers. The night was still, yet Ron's heart pounded like a war drum. The golden-haired man before him, Shen Tian, had claimed he carried the bloodline of an ancient race, one so powerful that the heavens had tried to erase it. Now his consciousness only remained. You are only one who lives in our Bloodline, so you must and should keep our Bloodline intact in this world.
Ron clenched his fists, feeling something different within his body. For the first time in his life, he could sense qi—thin threads of energy flowing into him. His meridians, once useless, now thrummed with power. Shen Tain awakened the bloodline in Ron.
Yet, before he could fully grasp this newfound strength, a chilling voice echoed from the darkness.
"So, this is where you've been hiding, trash."
From the shadows, a tall young man stepped forward, his robes embroidered with the symbol of the Iron Fang Sect. His name was Zhao Feng, a local cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage, Second Layer. He was one of Ron's tormentors, always looking down on him.
Behind Zhao Feng, several village youths sneered.
"Ron, did you think you could escape your fate? Just because you awakened some weak ability doesn't mean you can challenge real cultivators!"
Ron felt his blood boil. He had been weak for too long. He had endured humiliation for too long.
Shen Tian's golden eyes gleamed as he observed from the side, arms crossed. He can't interfere.
Zhao Feng cracked his knuckles. "I'll teach you a lesson, trash." He lunged forward, his fist wrapped in burning qi.
Instinct took over. Ron dodged.
A faint golden glow flickered in his pupils. His senses had sharpened. Zhao Feng's movements, once too fast for him to follow, now seemed sluggish.
BANG!
Ron countered with a punch of his own. The impact sent Zhao Feng stumbling back, his expression twisted in shock.
"You—!"
But before Zhao Feng could react, a searing pain erupted from Ron's back.
His body burned. His veins pulsed.
And then… black-gold dragon scales began to form on his right arm.
The villagers gasped. "What is that?!"
Ron staggered, his breathing ragged. A feeling of insatiable hunger surged within him. It was as if his body craved qi, energy, life itself.
Zhao Feng charged again, but this time, Ron moved on instinct. His glowing eyes locked onto Zhao Feng, and an invisible force siphoned qi from his body.
"ARGH!" Zhao Feng screamed, his strength draining away.
Shen Tian's smirk deepened.
Ron did not realize it, but his World Devouring Dragon Bloodline had begun to stir. The battle was just the beginning.
Ron has beaten them to death without even a sence of guilt, he crippled their cultivation and spared them.
Ron has left his hut and ran to a nearby forest, since he can't stay in the village anymore, he can only join a sect.
There are many sects in the empire, but Ron's secrets are something that needs to be hidden. So Elder Shen said he needs to join a sect which has atleast one Master Realm cultivator.
After some thinking, Ron finally decided to join a sect. Ron started to run towards his destination.
Continue in chapter 3.
Ron's cultivation: Qi refining Stage 1