Chaos and monsters begin with the red dragon's clone.

Chapter 1 Red Dragon 1

"You're all poor people. If you don't train hard, what future do you have? Go and cultivate land near the foggy areas, or work as errand runners for transport caravans in the wilderness?"

Zhang Xun gritted his teeth and threw the stone lock with all his might. When he looked up, he saw a leaden gray, hazy sky with huge shadows sweeping through the clouds. Below him were the roofs and eaves of ancient buildings, black, white, pointed, and flat, in clusters. Then there were brown walls more than two people high, extending along both sides to form a large courtyard.

One after another, men in gray-brown short-sleeved shirts were fighting with stone weights and wooden stakes in the courtyard. Shouts, panting, and shouts rang out incessantly. The air was filled with the smell of earth, dampness, and the sour stench of sweaty shirts. Some senior brothers from the inner courtyard, dressed in light blue robes, wandered through the crowd and gave instructions. One of them turned around and walked towards him. He had a long face and a cheerful appearance.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhang Xun put down the stone lock.

"I just checked, and your Flying Stone Fist stance and movements are all correct. You've mastered the basics of boxing. There are still two days left, so keep pushing yourself," Senior Brother Zhao encouraged.

"Um."

Zhang Xun nodded, but a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He died suddenly a while ago and transmigrated to another world. The environment he was in was extremely troublesome, even dangerous.

For example, the grayish-white fog that obscures the sun and moon in the sky is called mist.

A fog shrouded everything outside the city, and all sorts of dangerous and strange creatures roamed in the boundless expanse.

Here, people can only rely on the city walls for survival and residence.

The city possesses a mysterious power that allows it to remain unaffected by the fog, forming a fog-free zone, also known as the urban area.

He is currently in Dongluo Town outside Feilian City. His family is just as poor as in his previous life, but he can no longer make a living by solving problems.

There is no imperial examination here, business depends on connections, and martial arts is the only way out for people from the lower class; otherwise, they will suffer a miserable end sooner or later.

His family worked hard to save money to send him to the Flying Stone Fist Academy to train in martial arts. However, even after training together for a year, the original owner and he still couldn't get the basics down. It was clear that the academy would stop accepting him. What should he do?

Zhang Xun assumed a fighting stance and unleashed a barrage of punches, channeling the confusion and unease within him.

"Clang!"

The sky was turning yellowish when a loud thud broke the shouts in the arena.

Several cooks carried in a large wooden tub, which was steaming and smelled of herbs. It was a medicinal soup supplied by the boxing academy to relieve pain.

One by one, the men practicing their martial arts stopped what they were doing and surrounded him.

After finishing the drink, the day's practice will be over.

"Give."

Thanks.

Before Zhang Xun could even get a bowl, a short man brought it to him.

The two sat down against the wall.

The short man took a sip of the black medicinal soup, his face bitter and astringent. He sighed, "Over the years, my family has been saving money to send me to learn boxing. My father became a bricklayer, and for almost ten years, he has never left before dawn and returned after dark. My mother does laundry for others, and her hands and feet ache unbearably on rainy days. I have really let them down."

He slammed his fist into the mud with fury, saying, "If I still can't get the basics, I'm not coming to the boxing academy anymore, along with Kong Gaozhuo and the others!"

"Zhang Xun".

The short, stocky man looked at Zhang Xun with bloodshot eyes. "Kong Gaozhuo and I have already discussed it. If we can't train in boxing, we'll join the Hechuan Gang to make money. If we stick together and rely on the martial arts we've learned here, no one will dare to bully us easily. Do you want to join us?"

"Gangs? No way." Zhang Xun shook his head.

"Then what way out do you have?" the short man frowned.

Not receiving a reply might make one feel rejected and ignored.

The short man snorted coldly, got up and walked to another person not far away. He glanced at Zhang Xun out of the corner of his eye and sneered: "Forget it, no need to drag him into this. This kid is usually quiet and doesn't interact with us much. Actually, he's a bit arrogant, but his fate is as fragile as paper. In the end, he'll still end up like us, unable to even get the basics of boxing."

Zhang Xun ignored him; he had no connection with the short man, and he didn't want to associate with the narrow-minded man.

A flock of black birds chirped and circled above the town's buildings in the distance before gradually flying away.

Zhang Xun stared at them, completely clueless about the future, and found the medicine in his mouth increasingly bitter.

Go back and practice more!

Two more days!

It must succeed!

He made up his mind, downed the bowl of black medicine soup in one gulp, and then stood up.

Suddenly everything went black, a familiar dizzying sensation washed over me, and my body went limp and I fell backward.

"Oh no!! It feels like when I suddenly died in my past life. Did I overexert myself and not get enough nutrition...?"

Zhang Xun was startled. He tried to control his body but couldn't. He saw others exclaiming and looking at him, then his brain went blank and the world went black. He crashed to the ground and lost consciousness.

It was pitch black all around, yet incredibly warm. Zhang Xun hadn't felt this way in a long time. Going back to his memories, the last time was probably when he was an infant, being held in someone's arms and gently rocked...

Wait... a baby?

Didn't he die suddenly...?

No, a dead person can't be conscious...

Zhang Xun was startled and regained control of his body.

However, something seemed off; my body felt incredibly light, as if I were enveloped in a viscous liquid.

"Am I floating in the water?"

Realizing this, Zhang Xun suddenly felt a pang of panic and quickly focused on his breathing...

I really can't breathe—but I don't feel suffocated either, what's wrong...?

Soon, clearer sensations came through him. Zhang Xun felt his hands and toes, and could grasp them slightly—but why was there a hand behind his buttocks? It couldn't bend, and it had no fingers—then there were two more hands on his back, which could bend and stretch, but they also had no fingers. There was something like webbing or a membrane between his forearm and forearm…

The feedback from various parts of his body quickly made Zhang Xun realize that he had transmigrated again, but this time it seemed that he was not human.

"A viscous liquid, no need to breathe... What am I inside this egg? What kind of egg? The hands behind my butt... that must be a tail. And those on my back, those must be wings. Hands and feet, wings, a tail... what kind of creature is this?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xun suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and a torrent of information suddenly appeared and exploded in his mind.

a long time--

"Zhang Xun. Belloberg... This is my true name as a dragon."

Like a needle piercing the top of his head, the torrent inside was violently injected into Zhang Xun's brain—the inheritance of the dragon race.

At this moment, Zhang Xun knew that his new identity was a dragon, a red dragon, and the information he received was the Dragon Inheritance. This allowed true dragons to understand dragon language from birth and have sufficient knowledge of daily life. As they grow, they will continuously awaken new abilities and spells. These are all benefits brought by the Dragon Inheritance.

I've time-traveled again...

Zhang Xun's feelings were somewhat complicated. His family in Feilian City hadn't even given them a good life yet...

But thinking about it so much is pointless.

The infusion of the dragon's heritage consumed a lot of physical strength and oxygen, and there was not much air inside the egg... Feeling suffocated, Zhang Xun straightened his body, braced his hind legs and head against the two ends of the eggshell, struggled, exerted force, and rammed.

With the effort of the small horn at the tip of the nose, fine cracks appeared in the eggshell, and then, with each impact, the cracks continued to widen.

at last.

Zhang Xun broke the eggshell.

The fresh air, smelling of sulfur, and the bright light immediately rushed in.

You can see bubbling lava, distorted and deformed hot air, and a bright red mountain wall outside the egg.

This is inside a volcanic crater where life could be wiped out.

But for the red dragon, it is the most suitable environment.

Zhang Xun rested for a moment, then continued to gnaw along the gap in the eggshell, and soon climbed out.

"Strange, why is there no fire element in the air as mentioned in the inherited memories?" His magical creature instincts immediately alerted him to something amiss. In the inherited memories, elemental energy was as clear and precise as the aroma of freshly steamed rice, but he couldn't sense it in the air at all. Instead, there was a strange, gloomy energy that was not present in the inherited memories.

"So this is it... Ah!!"

Before he could react, Zhang Xun felt another sharp pain in his brain, as if a stone or a black hole had grown in his head. This black hole expanded instantly, swallowing half of his consciousness.

.........

"Zhang Xun, wake up!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Are you alright!?"

Flying Sickle City, Dongluo Town, Flying Stone Fist Academy Training Ground.

A group of people surrounded the unconscious Zhang Xun, shaking his body. Just as several senior brothers from the inner court, dressed in blue robes, were rushing over from a distance, Zhang Xun suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

"Oh, he's awake."

"It's alright now."

Seeing this, the group breathed a sigh of relief, and the senior disciples from the inner courtyard who had rushed over also slowed down.

Zhang Xun's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the front and the north outside the town, filled with disbelief.

"I'm not far from it!"

.........

Inside the magma of the volcano, the fledgling dragon was also panting heavily, looking south in shock.

"I'm not far from him!"

.........

"What's going on!?"

"I have two bodies!"

"They're all still here—"