Ming Dynasty: Gain one supernatural power every day

Just as dawn was breaking, Zhu Gaoxi woke up. He sat up abruptly from his bed, quickly dressed with the help of palace maids, and rushed out without even having breakfast.

He rode the Dragon-Slaying Sword, flying towards the Prince Rui's residence. The morning breeze brushed against his face, causing his robes to flutter. Soon, the Dragon-Slaying Sword landed steadily on the white marble steps in front of the Chengyun Hall of the Prince Rui's residence. He sheathed the sword and strode into the hall.

A dragon coiled around that giant pillar made of Phoebe zhennan wood. The dragon's body was wrapped around the pillar, and the natural grain of the Phoebe zhennan wood flowed in the morning light, like golden dragon scales shimmering slightly.

The dragon's head is held high, its mouth slightly open, its whiskers fluttering, and its eyes slightly wide open, exuding an aura of dominance over all things. Its horns are powerfully forked, its four claws are tightly gripping the pillar, their tips sharp, and every scale gleams with a warm luster, like the soul of a dragon that has slumbered for a thousand years and is waiting to be awakened.

Zhu Gaoxi walked to the pillar, looked up at the dragon, and his heart pounded faster. He raised his right hand, concentrated, and a golden light shone from the tip of his index finger as he touched the dragon's eye.

As the golden light entered, the dragon's body trembled violently, and a faint golden glow seeped from between its scales, as if something was awakening within it.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the hall, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead. The pigeon-blood ruby ​​in his dragon eyes lit up, transforming from the dullness of an inanimate object into the vibrant brilliance of a living thing.

The dragon's head slowly turned, its mouth opened, and a deep roar erupted from the depths of its chest, echoing throughout the hall. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the window frames trembled slightly.

The dragon's body slowly loosened from the pillar, its four claws landing on the ground. The grain of the golden nanmu wood flowed across its body for a moment before gradually fading away, replaced by real dragon scales, layers upon layers of golden scales, each gleaming with a warm luster.

The dragon's head was held high, and the pigeon-blood rubies in its eyes had transformed into a pair of truly golden vertical pupils, deep and majestic. Its entire body was golden, gleaming in the morning light.

It lowered its head, its gaze falling on Zhu Gaoxi, and let out a deep dragon roar. This time, the sound was more profound and real, carrying the true aura of the dragon race, spreading in all directions.

Everyone within a radius of several miles heard it.

The oxen pulling the cart knelt by the roadside, refusing to move an inch no matter how much they were whipped. Dogs lay on the ground, ears pressed to the earth, trembling and whimpering. Several cats, their fur standing on end, scurried onto the roof and huddled together. The chickens were the most restless, clucking and flapping their wings wildly, scattering feathers everywhere.

An old man selling vegetables stood by the roadside, gazing up in the direction of Prince Rui's Mansion. His carrying pole fell to the ground, scattering vegetables everywhere. He muttered, "What...what's that noise?"

The person next to him chimed in, "It sounds like a dragon's roar..."

A few bolder young men huddled together and whispered among themselves, none daring to speak loudly for fear of disturbing something in the sky.

An old man with white hair stood at the entrance of the alley, leaning on a cane. His cloudy eyes gleamed: "I have lived for more than seventy years, and this is the first time I have heard a dragon's roar..." He knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed three times in the direction of Prince Rui's mansion.

The dragon's roar gradually faded, but its lingering echo still reverberated in the air. Inside the chicken coop, the chickens huddled in a corner, too afraid to move, the dog lay on the ground whimpering, and the cow knelt by the roadside, refusing to get up.

People on the street looked at each other, unsure which way to go.

Zhu Gaoxi withdrew his hand, and with a thought, a semi-transparent information panel appeared in his mind—the attributes of the creature automatically generated by the system after the rat talisman was activated.

Name: Xiao Jin (Wooden Dragon - Already Enlightened)

Race: Dragon (Four-clawed Golden Dragon)

Innate supernatural abilities: soaring through the clouds, summoning wind and rain, controlling size at will, and the power of wood.

Status: Has recognized the master and is obedient to the host.

Zhu Gaoxi looked at the panel and nodded: "Soaring through the clouds, summoning wind and rain, controlling size at will, wood attribute power, not bad."

He put away the panel, reached out and touched the dragon head in front of him, "From now on, you'll be called Little Gold."

The little golden dragon lowered its head, rubbed against his palm, and let out a soft murmur.

Zhu Gaoxi patted its neck and pointed to the sky outside the palace: "Let's go, let's go to heaven. Before, you had to fly on your own to fly with a sword. Now that you have your own mount, you definitely have to go to heaven and show it off. That is to say, you are now a deity with a mount, a proper disciple of the Dao Ancestor."

Little Gold Dragon, with its four claws, carried him soaring into the clouds. The wind whistled in their ears, and the dragon's more than three zhang long body was bathed in the morning light, its golden scales shimmering in the sunlight. The man and the dragon circled once above Prince Rui's mansion before flying towards the imperial city.

The first to see them were people from the Han Prince's residence, which was next to the Rui Prince's residence. Madam Wei was sitting in the main hall drinking tea when a maid rushed in, collapsing to the ground in a panic: "Your Highness! Your Highness! Come quickly and look! Above! Over there at the Rui Prince's residence!"

Just as Madam Wei was about to reprimand someone, she heard a commotion outside. She put down her teacup, went outside, and looked up at the sky. She saw a long, golden dragon rising from the next room, its body outstretched and shimmering with golden light. On its back sat a small, moon-white figure.

"Good heavens... what is that...?" The handkerchief in Madam Wei's hand fell to the ground. "That's a dragon, and on top of that is... is... my fourth brother?"

She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, turned and called into the house, "Where are the children? Quickly, call the children out!"

The servants, hearing this, rushed to find their young master. Several children ran out, looking up at the sky. The youngest pointed at the sky and cried out in a childish voice, "Mama! What's that?! It's a huge snake!"

Madam Wei knelt down and hugged him, her voice trembling: "That wasn't a snake, it was a dragon... the dragon your fourth uncle rode..."

At the entrance of the Prince of Han's mansion, several servants and guards were already kneeling on the ground, craning their necks to look up at the sky. Some were kowtowing, and some were chanting.

The people near Prince Rui's Mansion also saw it. A vegetable vendor on the street threw down his scales and craned his neck, shouting, "Look! Over there at Prince Rui's Mansion! In the sky! What's that...it's...it's...a dragon?"

The breakfast stall owner ran out from behind the stove, still clutching a spatula in his hand, looking up at the sky, not even bothering to pick up the spatula that had fallen to the ground.

An old man selling tofu squatted behind his stall, looking up at the sky, his lips trembling: "A dragon...a real dragon...so the cries this morning came from Prince Rui's mansion. Prince Rui is a true deity!" Then he kowtowed and chanted: "May Prince Rui bless us, may the deities bless us, may the Dragon King bless us."

An old woman, holding her granddaughter's hand, knelt by the roadside, kowtowing towards the sky and chanting, "The Dragon King has appeared! Dragon King, please protect us..."

The little granddaughter beside her craned her neck and asked, "Grandma, what's that?" The old woman pressed her head down, "Don't speak, quickly kowtow, that's a real dragon!"

The golden light in the sky flew higher and higher, passing over the roof of Prince Rui's mansion and heading towards the imperial city.

The court session at Fengtian Hall had just ended. Civil and military officials walked out of the Meridian Gate in twos and threes when they suddenly heard a low gust of wind overhead, mixed with an indescribable sense of oppression.