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

The wind blew in from the east, carrying a salty, fishy vapor.

The waves crashed against the rocks, breaking into white foam that splashed all over his face.

Yang Jian stood there for a long time.

The sky above the Ten Thousand Mountains is fragmented by the tree canopy; he hadn't seen such a complete horizon in three years.

The sea surface blends seamlessly with the sky in the distance, making it impossible to distinguish where the water ends and the sky begins.

"Who lives down there?" Yang Jian asked.

"dragon."

Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions.

He sat down on the rocks and for the first time felt that spacing out wasn't something to be ashamed of.

The sound of the waves is different from the roars of the monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains—it's not aggressive, and he doesn't need to react; it just keeps crashing over him.

He sat on the rocks for the entire morning.

He came again the next day.

The third day has arrived.

On the fourth day—something happened.

"You! It's you! Get out of the way!"

A sharp female voice came from the direction of the dock.

Yang Jian looked back and saw the fishmongers on Yuliang Street scrambling to make way for one person.

No, it's not making way, it's dodging.

A young girl strode briskly down the middle of Yuliang Street, followed by three fishmongers who bowed and scraped with obsequious smiles.

The girl wore a sea-blue dress, the fabric shimmering like water ripples in the sunlight—a quality that Yang Chan couldn't afford even if she sold all her possessions.

Her face was round and fair, her eyebrows were thin and curved, and the corners of her mouth naturally had a slight upturn, so that she looked like she was smiling even when she wasn't.

The eyes are large, with a faint blue ring deep within the pupils.

But at this moment, those eyes were wide open, revealing extreme displeasure.

"I said I wanted that fish! Why won't you sell it to me?!"

The fishmonger she was chasing—a short, stout middle-aged man tanned dark—waved his hands as he backed away, his voice trembling with tears.

"Grandma! It's not that I don't want to sell, but that golden perch was reserved by Manager Li from East Street. If you force me to break the contract, Manager Li will skin me alive!"

"What does this have to do with me? Whoever pays first gets to keep it! I'll pay double!"

"It's not about the money... it's something that Manager Li specifically requested for his 60th birthday!"

"Then let him eat it on his 70th birthday!"

The fishmonger's face fell.

Yang Jian sat on the reef and watched this scene from afar. He was originally just an observer, but the direction in which the girl was raging was towards him—she was shouting and walking, rushing straight towards the reef at the end of the dock.

"Get out of here! So annoying! A bunch of stingy people!"

The girl stomped her foot, and the stone slab beneath her feet cracked with a "crack".

Yang Jian's gaze suddenly sharpened.

The power of that kick—at least above that of a True Immortal!

Moreover, as the vibration from that stomp traveled through Yang Jian's bones, a very familiar resonance resonated deep within him.

Dragon blood.

He soaked in dragon blood at Dragon Bone Cliff for a month, and his perception of the dragon's aura was etched into his very bones.

Within the body of this domineering young girl, there is an extremely vigorous and pure dragon bloodline surging!

Yang Jian subconsciously activated his Heavenly Eye.

Golden divine light shot out from between the girl's eyebrows, attempting to probe the depth of her cultivation.

And then—I saw nothing.

A layer of mist-like barrier completely enveloped the girl. When the divine light from the Heavenly Eye touched that barrier, it was like light hitting the surface of water, refracting into a chaotic mess.

Yang Jian withdrew his Heavenly Eye, his wariness impossible to conceal.

He can't see through it.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, he used his Heavenly Eye to see through a great demon at the peak of the Returning to Emptiness Earth Immortal realm.

There are only two possibilities if he can't see through it—either the other party's cultivation level far exceeds his current Heavenly Eye level, or the other party has a special blinding artifact.

Either way, it means trouble.

The girl walked along the gravel slabs to the edge of the reef and finally spotted Yang Jian sitting on it.

She stopped and tilted her head to look him over.

"What are you doing?"

"To see the sea."

"What's so interesting about it?" The girl's tone carried an air of self-righteous disdain.

Yang Jian did not respond.

The girl wrinkled her nose, clearly not used to being ignored.

She took two more steps forward, squatted down beside the reef, and looked up at Yang Jian's face.

"Why do you look so grumpy? Who owes you money?"

Nobody owes me money.

"Then why are you wearing such a long face? You people—" She trailed off, then changed her words, "Are all people on land like this?"

Yang Jian's fingertips rested on his knees, without moving.

She almost said "you humans" instead of "people on the shore."

Zhong Lingyun's voice echoed in his mind, his tone unusually tinged with schadenfreude.

"The Fourth Princess of the East Sea Dragon Palace."

Yang Jian's eyelid twitched.

"A true paradise."

It jumped again.

"But judging from how she resorts to arguing even with a fishmonger, she probably doesn't know many spells. Big temper, little skill."

Yang Jian's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

The girl was still squatting there, staring at him with her blue eyes full of scrutiny.

Suddenly she stood up and patted off non-existent dust from her skirt.

"What's your name?"

"Yang Jian".

The girl responded by raising her chin.

"I, Ao Tingxin, remember this? From now on, if you see me on this street... say hello!"

Yang Jian looked at her expressionlessly.

Ao Tingxin waited for three breaths, but received no response. Her face flushed red—not from shyness, but from anger at being ignored.

"snort!"

She turned and walked away, but after five steps she turned back and pointed her finger at Yang Jian twice from a distance.

"You're being very rude!"

After saying that, her sea-blue skirt billowed up in a gust of wind carrying the scent of the sea, and the girl strode away and disappeared at the end of Yuliang Street.

Yang Jian sat on the reef without moving.

After a long while, he spoke.

"teacher."

"Um."

"What is the princess of the East Sea Dragon Palace doing on land?"

"They snuck out to play."

"..."

"Why are you so nervous? She doesn't even know how to use magic very well."

"I'm not nervous," Yang Jian denied quickly. "I'm on guard."

Is there a difference?

Yang Jian did not answer.

He was indeed on guard.

Dragon bloodline, True Immortal realm, East Sea Dragon Palace—these labels combined were enough for him to include the other party in his "not to be underestimated" list.

But besides being wary, he also had a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.

That girl named Ao Tingxin, her self-righteousness... is quite similar to Yang Chan's.

—No, Yang Chan isn't as domineering as her.

……

Trouble came sooner than Yang Jian had anticipated.

The next day, Yang Jian went to the dock as usual to sit and look at the sea.

I had barely sat down when I heard footsteps behind me.

He didn't even turn his head.

"It's you again!"

Ao Tingxin's voice sounded from behind, carrying a sense of reluctance that she had run into him again—but she walked quite quickly.

Yang Jian did not move.

Ao Tingxin walked around to his front and glanced at his sitting posture.