Dragon Sovereign

The door slowly opened. Zhang Fan couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see the little girl walk in from outside. The first thing she did when she came in was to quickly get to the bedside.    

    

When she saw that Zhang Fan had already woken up, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on her face. She quickly said, "Young Master, are you alright?"    

    

"Yeah, I'm fine." Zhang Fan nodded with a smile. Then, he said, "Why did I come back?"    

    

Hearing this, Ouyang Xian`er's eyes reddened as she said, "Master searched but couldn't find you. Afterwards, he went to the back of the mountain and found you in the cave. At that time, your body was covered in blood …"    

    

At this point, Ouyang Xian`er was already in tears.    

    

Seeing Ouyang Xian`er's expression, Zhang Fan propped himself up and quickly said, "Xian`er, don't cry. I'm fine now, aren't I?"    

    

Ouyang Xian`er nodded. She looked at Zhang Fan, who still looked pale and weak, and said with some discomfort, "Young Master, you haven't woken up in three days. You must be hungry by now, right?"    

    

"What? You didn't wake up for three days?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but be a little shocked.    

    

"Yes." Ouyang Xian`er nodded again and said, "Young Master, you can lie down for a while, I'll prepare some food for you."    

    

"Thank you, Xian'Er." Zhang Fan nodded as he saw Ouyang Xian'er's gentle expression.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er didn't say anything else as she quickly left the room.    

    

Looking at the departing back of Ouyang Xian`er, Zhang Fan once again forced a smile on his face as he lay on the bed. It seemed that he had suffered some injuries this time around, if not for that.    

    

After a while, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Lifting his head, he discovered that Feng Batian and Ouyang Xian`er had walked in together.    

    

"Ling'er, are you alright?"    

    

Seeing that Zhang Fan was really coming over, Feng Batian was indescribably pleasantly surprised.    

    

A smile appeared on his face as he said, "Yes, I've made father worry."    

    

Feng Batian nodded and said: "What happened? How did you become like that?"    

    

Zhang Fan had already expected Feng Ba Tian to ask this question, so he smiled and replied, "It's fine, I was just cultivating."    

    

Frowning, Feng Batian sighed and said: "Ling'er, although hard work in cultivation is a good thing, but you can't be too impatient, otherwise your body will have some injuries."    

    

"I know."    

    

Zhang Fan nodded, then smiled and said, "But this time, it's a blessing in disguise." As he looked at Feng Batian's puzzled expression, he opened his right hand, and the shadow instantly appeared and said: "I seem to have comprehended another Martial Spirit."    

    

When Feng Batian saw that illusory figure, his body slightly trembled, and his eyes revealed a look of disbelief.    

    

"Father, are you alright?"    

    

Looking at Feng Batian's dazed expression, Zhang Fan couldn't help but to ask.    

    

"I'm fine." Feng Batian took a deep breath, but his body was trembling a little bit. He said: "Good, very good. Dual Martial Spirit huh?"    

    

"Yes, but this Martial Spirit looks a little weak, but it is still recovering. I believe that one day it will recover."    

    

Feng Batian naturally understood something, and said: "Ling'er, you have been recuperating well these days, and you still have this Martial Spirit, do you know that we can't use it now? Otherwise, the damage will be too great."    

    

"Yes, I understand." Zhang Fan nodded his head heavily.    

    

"Then you should get a good rest." Feng Batian nodded as he turned around and walked outside.    

    

After Feng Batian left, Ouyang Xian`er took the food and went to Zhang Fan's side to feed him.    

    

In the dark of the night, Feng Batian sat in his study, holding a dark green jade pendant. The pendant was engraved with a very beautiful design, and it was sparkling with a faint light. It was extremely attractive.    

    

Feng Batian looked at the jade pendant in front of him, his eyes flickered a little, and then his eyes revealed a misty look as he muttered: "When Ling'er really grows up, it's time for me to go back."    

    

At this point, a sliver of anger appeared in Feng Batian's eyes. He murmured, "What belongs to me, I will take back!"    

    

A sliver of gentleness appeared in Batian's eyes as he said, "Ying Ying, do you know that our child is very outstanding right now. Now he broke the seal with his own efforts. Our son isn't a waste, he's the dragon of men Ying Ying. You have to wait for me …"    

    

A month later, in the cave at the back of the mountain, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and felt the energy in his body. He could not help but sigh; after a month of hard work, he was once again stuck at the bottleneck of the sixth layer.    

    

Sighing again, he spread out his right hand and a shadow instantly appeared. This shadow was none other than the martial spirit that Zhang Fan had saved by shattering the multicolored ball of light.    

    

At this time, the Martial Spirit was being nurtured by the extremely pure Heaven and Earth powers in the jade pendant space, but he was surprised to find that it was very special. Initially, when the Martial Spirit had just recovered a little bit, Zhang Fan had observed a snake, but as time went by, he didn't think so.    

    

How could this be a snake? It was clearly a Chinese totem dragon! This shocked him the most, but he quickly understood something, because this Martial Spirit was originally an illusion. The pure Heaven and Earth powers had helped the Martial Spirit transform, thus forming the totem of his previous life.    

    

"What are the functions of this Martial Spirit?"    

    

Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with curiosity. He didn't dare to use this Martial Spirit now, because even though this Martial Spirit had returned to its original form, he still felt a trace of weakness. He was waiting, waiting for this Martial Spirit to become truly strong.    

    

Withdrawing his Martial Spirit, Zhang Fan stood up. He had been here for so long, shouldn't he go out and explore? If he stayed here, he had a feeling that it would be difficult for his cultivation to break through again.    

    

Walking out of the cave and looking at the ground, Zhang Fan's body soared into the air. A purple glow instantly appeared and he glided down. When he was still a hundred meters away from the ground, his eyes suddenly flashed.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The sound of something being unsheathed rang out, and a dazzling purple light shot out into the distance.    

    

"Sky Shattering!"    

    

A loud shout rang out, and with the sword intent he was using, a terrifying sharp aura shot downwards explosively.    

    

As the dust settled, Zhang Fan's body fell to the ground.    

    

"Phew."    

    

The figure with the sword in its scabbard glanced at the huge hole and nodded in satisfaction. He then patted off the dust on his clothes and walked outside.    

    

Before they even reached the clan compound, they saw Ouyang Xian'er heading in their direction.    

    

Gentle expressions appeared on his face once more. While he was heavily injured, this lass had always been meticulously taking care of him. Every time he saw Ouyang Xian`er, his heart would be filled with an incomparable amount of tenderness.    

    

"Young Master, where did you go? It all depends on you."    

    

Ouyang Xian`er walked up to Zhang Fan and suddenly noticed that his body was covered in dust. With a somewhat reprimanded expression, she stretched out her hand to help Zhang Fan up.    

    

Looking at the meticulous Ouyang Xian`er, Zhang Fan couldn't help but hold her hand and say with a smile, "Xian`er, if I wanted to leave, would you come with me?"    

    

"Yes." Ouyang Xian`er was stunned for a moment before resolutely nodding her head. She said in a soft voice, "Because I still have to take care of young master."    

    

Zhang Fan smiled as he nodded his head. He didn't say anything else, but Ouyang Xian`er started walking back in the direction of the clan.    

    

At night, Zhang Fan opened the door to Feng Batian's study.    

    

"Come in." A gentle voice came from inside.    

    

As the sound of his voice faded, Zhang Fan pushed open the door and walked in.    

    

"Ling'er, you came." After Feng Batian saw Zhang Fan, his face revealed a gentle expression and said, "You came at the right time. I have something to tell you."    

    

"What is it?" Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat as he sat down across from Feng Batian.    

    

"Your talent is so great right now. If you stay in Floating Cloud Country, it might not be good for you. I've arranged a school for you, you should go study it."    

    

"What school?" Zhang Fan was slightly surprised. He didn't think that Feng Batian would think the same way as him, so he asked in confusion.    

    

"Sky Star Country's Dragon Martial School …" Feng Batian spoke softly. He paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, Dragon Martial Academy is also a springboard for you. If possible, because Dragon Martial Academy distributes a few slots every year to enter Blue Cloud Academy, that's the place where you can truly expand."    

    

"You're not that strong yet. You can go out and explore the Martial Spirit World when you're at least a Martial King. The Martial Spirit Continent is much bigger than what you imagined."    

    

When Feng Batian said that, his eyes were filled with gentleness.    

    

"Yes." Zhang Fan naturally knew something. In this world where the strong were revered, not having the strength to go out and adventure was just courting death. Moreover, he was also very curious about the institutions of this world.    

    

"Show me how your Martial Spirit has recovered." Feng Batian exhaled and said again.    

    

Zhang Fan didn't waste any time on words. He spread open his right hand, and the Martial Spirit immediately soared up.    

    

"Eh?" Feng Batian's eyes showed obvious surprise, or perhaps he couldn't believe it, "How did your Martial Spirit turn into this?"    

    

"I feel like the five-colored seal took too long to seal. Maybe it has mutated after it recovered from the illusory state." Zhang Fan naturally thought of an excuse.    

    

Feng Batian frowned, because he didn't know whether this Martial Spirit had mutated or not.    

    

"Father, what Martial Spirit are you talking about?" Zhang Fan asked, full of doubts.    

    

He spread out his right hand, and a heart palpitating energy flowed. The Martial Spirit rose up, and it was a beast spirit, with golden scales covering its body, four claws, and a pair of horns on its head. It looked extremely powerful and domineering, and when the Martial Spirit appeared, Zhang Fan's heart trembled.    

    

"This is the Gold Dragon Martial Spirit, the top grade beast spirit martial spirit." Feng Batian took a deep breath and said.    

    

"A top martial spirit!" Zhang Fan exclaimed in surprise.    

    

"Right." Feng Batian nodded and said: "Martial Spirits are also divided into this category, from low to intermediate, high to top."