Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

"Let's begin!"

He didn't look back at Yang Chan on the cliff top.

It's not that I don't care, but I'm afraid that the girl will cry if I see it.

He couldn't harden his heart when Yang Chan cried.

Yang Jian leaped off Dragon Bone Cliff.

The Chaos Bell followed closely behind, and a golden light enveloped Yang Jian, but it did not completely seal him off—the golden light only covered Yang Jian's head and heart meridian, leaving the rest of his body exposed.

Zhong Lingyun's protection was extremely precise: he only guarded the vital points, leaving the rest to Yang Jian to handle.

"boom!"

Yang Jian smashed open the black rock shell with both fists.

In an instant, the blood of the Dragon God, sealed for tens of thousands of years, gushed out! The dark golden blood, like a flood bursting its banks, engulfed Yang Jian entirely.

"ah--!"

Yang Jian's screams echoed from the tide of blood. The moment the dragon blood touched his skin, the pain far exceeded his expectations—it wasn't burning or tearing, but a corrosive sensation that seemed to drill from the depths of his bone marrow, as if countless needles were simultaneously piercing every inch of his bones.

"Incinerate the technique, activate it!" Zhong Lingyun shouted in a low voice.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with blood, and the golden-red flame in his dantian suddenly exploded. The True Fire of the Sun burst forth from every pore of his body, colliding head-on with the dragon blood!

The collision of water and fire created a white mist that enveloped the entire bottom of the cliff.

The impurities in the dragon blood were burned away by the true fire of the sun, and the pure essence of the dragon god was drawn by the burning technique, seeping along the bone marrow and sinking into every inch of Yang Jian's bones and every tendon.

Yang Jian's skeleton is being remodeled!

A layer of dark gold patterns appeared on the surface of the originally white human bones; those were dragon patterns—the bloodline imprint of the Dragon God Jimeng!

At the top of the cliff, Yang Chan lay on the edge looking down, her face deathly pale.

She heard Yang Jian's screams, her hands gripping the edge of the stone, not even noticing her fingernails peeling off.

Bai Ze watched the little girl from the side, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Your second brother won't die." Bai Ze finally spoke, his tone stiff—he had lived for tens of thousands of years, and comforting people was truly not his forte.

Yang Chan didn't turn around; her voice was muffled.

"I know."

Of course she knew.

Teacher—that little bell—since he was willing to take Second Brother as his apprentice, he wouldn't let Second Brother die.

Knowing is one thing, feeling sorry for someone is another.

From childhood to adulthood, my second brother has always been the one to protect me.

She shielded herself from malice, from fists, from dangers she hadn't even had time to see clearly.

Yang Chan released her grip on the stone, sucked on her broken fingernail, and then stood up.

"Grandpa Bai Ze".

Bai Ze was taken aback—this little girl had never called him "Grandpa" before, she always called him "Senior" like Yang Jian.

"Could you give me your natal beast fire?"

Bai Ze narrowed his eyes.

"Girl, do you know what you're saying?"

"Know."

Yang Chan's expression was very serious, unlike that of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. "My Western Emperor Scripture follows the path of water, and the Nuwa Scripture is also inclined towards gentleness. Gentleness has its advantages, but if it is too gentle, it will lack offensive capabilities."

She paused, then lowered her voice.

"My teacher gave me some memories—there is a type of person called an alchemist who can use beast fire to refine pills and make all kinds of elixirs."

Bai Ze's expression changed.

"You want to refine pills?"

"Um."

"Use my natal beast fire?"

"Um."

Bai Ze gave Yang Chan a deep look.

It's obvious that this girl's talent for cultivation is inferior to her brother's.

But her mind...

A twelve-year-old girl, upon seeing her brother suffer, did not react by crying or begging for help. Instead, she quickly calmed down and analyzed what she could and should do.

She chose the support role.

"With my natal beast fire separated, my strength has been reduced by at least 30%."

Bai Ze spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

Yang Chan opened her mouth, about to say something, but Bai Ze waved his hand to interrupt her.

"But so what?"

Bai Ze raised his hand, and a ball of dark blue flame emerged from his chest.

The flame was small, only about the size of a baby's fist, yet it emitted a bone-chilling cold.

Water-based beast fire – Condensed Abyss Flame.

The natal fire seed, nurtured by a quasi-saint for tens of thousands of years, contains Bai Ze's complete understanding of the Great Dao of Water.

"I have waited tens of thousands of years for this day when the Chaos Bell returns. What is thirty percent of my strength? Even if I were to give up my old life, as long as the demon race can prosper again, it would be worth it."

Bai Ze pushed Ning Yuan Yan in front of Yang Chan.

"Girl, take this. How you use it is up to you. I'll only tell you one thing—this fire is extremely fierce. Don't be fooled by its water element; when it gets angry, it can freeze the soul of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. If you can't control it, it will turn on you."

Yang Chan stared at the dark blue flame, her pupils reflecting a flickering cold light.

She reached out her hand.

The moment his fingers touched the Ningyuan Flame, an extreme chill shot into his body from his fingertips.

Yang Chan shuddered, her teeth chattering, but she didn't pull her hand back.

The Western Emperor Scripture circulated spontaneously within his body, and the gentle water-based power enveloped the Condensing Abyss Flame layer by layer, like a stream embracing ice.

Ice and water share the same origin and are of the same substance.

Under the guidance of the Western Emperor Scripture, Ning Yuanyan resisted for a moment, but gradually calmed down!

Bai Ze was dumbfounded.

His natal beast fire has been violent for tens of thousands of years, and even he himself sometimes has difficulty controlling it.

As a result, he was fooled by this little girl using some kind of martial art that he didn't know where she came from?

"What kind of technique is this?" Bai Ze blurted out.

Yang Chan didn't answer, because all her attention was focused on digesting the Condensed Abyss Flame.

Zhong Lingyun's voice answered for her.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

Bai Ze immediately shut up.

……

Yang Jian's bloodbath at the foot of Dragon Bone Cliff lasted for a month!

On the first day, Yang Jian's physical body was soaked in dragon blood to the point of near collapse, with his skin and flesh peeling back and his bones exposed.

If it weren't for the Chaos Bell protecting his vitals, he would have already become a mangled corpse.

On the fifteenth day, the Burning Technique underwent its second evolution under the stimulation of the dragon's blood.

The flame leaped from the "Immortal Level" to a higher level—the golden-red flame in Yang Jian's dantian turned dark gold, and fine dragon patterns appeared on its surface.

Dragonfire.

The Burning Technique devoured the remaining fragments of the Ji Meng Divine Fire within the dragon's blood and integrated them into its own body.

On the thirtieth day, Yang Jian's body no longer rejected the dragon blood.

When he stood up from that pool of dark golden blood, he looked as if he had been given a completely different body.

He grew half a foot taller, his frame became more defined, and his muscles were like cast iron or bronze.

Dark golden dragon patterns are faintly visible on the skin's surface, which are the manifestation of the dragon god's bloodline after it has been integrated into the bone marrow.

He clenched his fist, and a dragon's roar exploded from the force of his fist!

"teacher."

Yang Jian looked up at the Chaos Bell suspended in mid-air, his voice hoarse.

"Um."

"Using oneself as a seed... is that what you mean? To transform external things into one's own, not to borrow their power, but to consume them and make them one's own."

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for three breaths.

"You grasped it faster than I expected."