The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The heavy stone door closed behind us, stirring up a cloud of fine dust.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall, surrounded by various brocade boxes that he had looted from the Dragon Guard's treasury.

Shen Suxin and Nalan Jia stood not far away, their gazes fixed on Jiang Chen's chest, which was covered in cracks.

"Go and guard the side hall. Do not let anyone step into the main hall for three days."

Jiang Chen exhaled a breath of bloody turbid air, his fingertips clenching tightly on his knees.

"Your golden core hasn't closed yet. If you force yourself to break through now, your body will explode."

Shen Suxin's fingertips trembled, and her long, white hair looked particularly striking.

"Step back."

Jiang Chen's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure.

Nalanjia tugged at Shen Suxin's sleeve, his white eyes sweeping over the pebbles on the ground.

"Listen to him, it's dirty here, he's washing his life."

The two left the main hall, and the heavy stone door snapped shut again with a dull thud.

Jiang Chen tore open the strip of cloth covering his chest and looked down at his dantian.

There was a dim, illusory golden core, its surface covered with dark, spiderweb-like cracks.

This is the mark left by the Immortal Slaying Curse, and also the price he paid for overdrawing his life force.

With a casual wave of his hand, more than a dozen brocade boxes around him opened simultaneously.

Centuries-old Ganoderma lucidum, top-grade Xuanjing crystals, and the original spiritual liquid privately kept by priests of Miao territory throughout the ages converged into a colorful stream of energy.

"No form, swallow."

Jiang Chen let out a low growl.

His previously depleted meridians, like parched valleys, began to frantically seize the nutrients that were offered to him.

The holy light source that Narancia had left in his body was also activated at this moment.

Platinum threads emerged from his pores, like a fine cocoon, enveloping his entire body.

The pain erupted in that instant.

That is to crush the bones and reshape them, to tear the soul apart and mend it.

Jiang Chen's jaw clenched, and blood seeping from his gums dripped down his chin onto the platinum-colored silkworm cocoon.

Within the originally pitch-black cracks of the Golden Core, those malevolent black energies attempted to resist.

They writhe and roar, as if mocking this person who dared to defy fate.

"Get back there."

The true dragon's fortune deep within Jiang Chen's consciousness roared violently.

The holy light threads transformed into precise carving knives, meticulously repairing the cracks in the golden core inch by inch.

Each time he received the filling, Jiang Chen's body would convulse violently.

Sweat mixed with impurities expelled from the body evaporated instantly under the holy light.

The spiritual energy of the entire hall was drained, forming a huge funnel-shaped cloud that spun wildly above the roof.

Three days and nights.

Jiang Chen didn't move an inch; his breathing almost stopped.

On the morning of the fourth day, a ray of dawn pierced through the broken roof and landed right on his forehead.

"open."

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, a dark golden dragon shadow flowed in his left eye, while his right eye burst forth with pure white holy light.

Inside the dantian, the cracked, useless dantian completely disappeared.

Instead, it was replaced by a perfectly translucent sphere with a surface shimmering with platinum radiance.

It is no longer ordinary gold, but a platinum elixir that combines holy light and dragon blood.

Each time the golden core throbbed, the stone pillars in the main hall would tremble.

Jiang Chen stood up, and a series of crisp sounds came from his damaged spine as it realigned.

He raised his hand and gently touched the half-pot of withered flowers and plants on the table with his fingertips.

Platinum-gold energy overflows.

The originally dry and blackened leaves turned green and unfurled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally bloomed into beautiful flowers in a single second.

The cycle of life and death is all within our grasp.

The stone gate slowly opened.

Shen Suxin, Xiao Ruoye, and Jun Yao had been standing outside the door for quite some time.

They stared at the man emerging from the darkness, their breaths catching in their throats.

Jiang Chen's demeanor has changed.

If he was once a peerless sword that could break at any moment, now he is more like an unshakeable mountain.

"The Golden Core has been achieved?"

Xiao Ruoye supported the broken leg, which was still in a cast, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Jiang Chen didn't answer. He walked straight up to her and grabbed her left arm.

"What are you doing? All the meridians in my hand are severed..."

Before Xiao Ruoye could finish speaking, she felt an extremely warm power surge into her bones.

That was a vitality even purer than sunlight.

She saw a glimmer of golden light beneath her skin.

Those broken, withered veins grew wildly under the wash of this light.

"Click."

Xiao Ruoye groaned in pain, resting her forehead on Jiang Chen's shoulder.

"Bear with it, I'll rebuild your Geng Metal meridian."

Jiang Chen's voice was calm and steady as his fingertips continuously changed hand seals, guiding the holy light that had not yet dissipated around him.

A moment later, he released his grip.

Xiao Ruoye was stunned, and she tried to clench her fist.

"Buzz—"

A burst of extremely sharp Geng metal energy erupted from between her fingers, actually carving a three-inch-deep gash in the stone wall beside her.

This level of strength has already crossed the threshold of a Grandmaster and is heading straight for perfection.

"You gave me a share of the origin?"

Xiao Ruoye's eyes widened.

"Just some scraps."

Jiang Chen turned to look at Shen Suxin, his gaze lingering on her white hair, his expression slightly somber.

He took out a jade bottle filled with white spiritual liquid and handed it over.

"Drink it. This is the essence refined by holy light, and it can replenish your lifespan."

Shen Suxin took the bottle, but didn't look at the medicine; she only looked at him.

"As long as you're alright, I'm willing to live a few years less."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything more, but reached out to help her smooth the white hair at her temples.

"Go and make preparations. Miao territory is not a place for you to stay for too long."

Junyao jumped up and down beside her, the bells on her ankles jingling loudly.

"Big brother, I want some benefits too! My Gu King has gotten thin from hunger."

Jiang Chen flicked his finger and sent a wisp of dragon energy into the bell on her wrist.

"Enough for it to eat for a month."

The atmosphere in the entire ancestral land of the Black Miao people has changed.

The oppressive death aura was dispelled by the three powerful auras that soared into the sky.

Nalanjia stood on the edge of the tower, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

"Someone's coming."

Her voice was calm, yet it instantly intensified the killing intent in Jiang Chen's eyes.

Jiang Chen leaped onto the tower in a few bounds.

On a distant mountain path, a Song family private soldier, covered in blood, was desperately galloping on horseback.

The private soldier fell at the foot of the mountain, clutching a letter tightly in his hand.

The Miao warriors delivered the letter to Jiang Chen.

The envelope was wet.

It was covered with dried, dark red fingerprints.

Jiang Chen tore open the envelope; inside was only a crumpled piece of paper.

The handwriting was messy and trembling.

[Jiang Chen, the capital has been thrown into chaos, and the Song family is besieged.]

The Jun family stormed into Su Jinyu's company, and Miss Su was taken away.

[Song Yu tearfully pleaded for help.]

At the end of the paper was a shocking stain of blood, as if it were the last drop of blood spurted out by the letter writer.

"Click."

The paper in Jiang Chen's hand was instantly burned to ashes.

"The Jun family."

He squeezed out those two words through clenched teeth, and the surrounding air instantly froze.

The once clear sky was suddenly overtaken by a thick, impenetrable cloud.

The three women inside the hall sensed the commotion and looked up in unison.

They saw Jiang Chen standing on the edge of the tower, the white gold dragon shadow behind him almost obscuring half the mountain.

"Wakaba, ignore that leg."

Jiang Chen didn't turn around; his voice was as cold as ice.

"Go fetch the horse."

"Let's go to the capital."

"Go to the Jun family's house."

He turned around, the azure light in his pupils swirling violently.

"Tell them that I, Jiang Chen, am back."

"Those with guts, don't let a single one of them run away."

The ashes of the letter drifted in the wind.

At the foot of the mountain, several mysterious auras, not belonging to the Miao region, were rapidly moving through the forest, heading straight for the gate of their ancestral homeland.

Jiang Chen clenched his fist, and platinum-gold arcs of electricity pulsed wildly between his fingers.

This game has only just begun.