Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5462 Baiting the Fox

When Long Chen brought up the name of the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign, the race leaders instinctively lowered their heads, feeling ashamed.

Why would the great dragon race rely on the medicinal pills refined by humans to improve themselves?

At the beginning of the primal chaos era, the human race could barely survive in the cracks between the ten thousand worlds. Back then, the dragon race stood unchallenged, reigning supreme among the ten thousand races.

As time went on, the human race experienced explosive growth, giving rise to a peerless expert whose brilliance illuminated the nine heavens and ten lands. Eventually, the human race rose to dominate the nine heavens and ten lands, but even during this peak, they could never threaten the dragon race’s position.

In this era, the human race had fully declined. The dragon race mocked the human race for being foolish and arrogant.

Now, the human race had fallen into decline, mocked by the dragon race as foolish and arrogant. But ironically, these same dragons, who prided themselves on their superiority, were tempted by the medicinal pills to bolster their strength.

Long Chen’s blunt words struck them like a bucket of ice water, forcing them to think of these problems. As race leaders, how had they failed to foresee the dangers of this path? The realization that they were leading the dragon race astray filled them with shame.

Could they still call themselves superior to the human race? Did they even have the right to mock them anymore? This introspection left their faces burning red.

“I don’t like what you’re saying, but I can’t deny it’s the truth. We’ve shamed our ancestors and the Dragon Sovereign. I wonder how I’ll face my ancestors if I die on the battlefield,” said Xie Qianzhong, his voice heavy with remorse.

The others nodded. Today, Long Chen had delivered a brutal wake-up call. The weight of their mistakes pressed down on them, leaving them drenched in cold sweat.

“When I arrived in the Dragon Domain, I saw countless dragons whose eyes were filled with hatred, resentment—and jealousy. My brothers have the blood and soul of dragons supporting them, something anyone with eyes can see is a blessing granted by your ancestors. Yet these dragons refuse to accept that fact.

“They cannot accept the fact that their ancestors would entrust their blood soul power to a group of humans. Thus, they want to kill us to erase this humiliation. But they never stopped to ask why the dragon race’s ancestors chose us, humans, instead of them. It’s because they’re too foolish and useless. Your ancestors had no choice but to entrust their power to us in the hope that we could save the dragon race,” Long Chen said bluntly, his voice brimming with conviction.

When the Dragonblood Legion first arrived in the Dragon Domain, it caused an uproar precisely because of this jealousy. The Dragon Domain's so-called heavenly geniuses could not bear the thought that the ancestors of the dragon race might deem them unworthy.

“In truth, it’s not just them—it’s us,” sighed Mo Ying, breaking the silence.

Long Chen had tactfully framed his criticism to avoid directly implicating the leaders in the room, but Mo Ying knew the truth. She, Chi Yue, Xie Qianzhong, and the others had harbored their own envy. Acknowledging the Dragonblood Legion meant admitting their own failure to uphold the dragon race's honor and legacy.

Their defenses crumbled under the weight of Long Chen’s words, leaving them feeling exposed and deeply ashamed. Yet, with their pride stripped away, they started to sense the sincerity behind Long Chen’s actions.

Long Chen went on to recount his journey into the dragon cemetery and his immersion in the sovereign dragon blood pool, where he had earned the recognition of the sovereign dragon race’s expert and countless ancient dragon souls.

Although Bai Yingxue had gone there as well, she didn’t know about this whole process. Thus, even the white dragon race hadn’t been aware of these details.

Now that Long Chen had shared these details, they realized that Long Chen and the others had only obtained the approval of their ancestors after experiencing a life-and-death battle. The entire Legion had been blessed by the dragon souls, and this revelation left the leaders deeply impressed.

These leaders knew that the immemorial dragon souls had sharp vision and were exceedingly prideful. To obtain their approval was practically as difficult as ascending the heavens.

The Dragon Domain also had countless legacies within it, but none of the current dragon race members could claim them because they had failed to gain the immemorial dragon souls’ approval. Even when they knelt and begged, saying that the Dragon Domain was in crisis and that the dragon race might be destroyed, those dragon souls still refused to pass down their legacy.

It would have been better if they didn’t kneel. Kneeling only got them more curses. If they couldn’t even resolve their problems and needed to rely on their ancestors to protect themselves, they had already disgraced the dragon race. Such weakness, the dragon souls said, made them unworthy to even call themselves dragons. They should just kill themselves.

Even as the chaos worsened, those immemorial dragon souls still ignored it. It was as if they wouldn’t do anything even if the dragon race was destroyed. Yet, every single member of the Dragonblood Legion had been granted their blessing, which showed just how outstanding they were.

“We apologize to all of you for our previous arrogance and ignorance,” said Chi Yue, standing and offering Long Chen a formal bow in the traditional dragon race etiquette.

“Senior, you’re too polite. This little one was also rude and lacked courtesy. Please don’t hold it against me,” Long Chen replied quickly, feeling slightly awkward.

Seeing Chi Yue, the notoriously stubborn leader of the scarlet dragon race, bowing to him was a surprising and humbling sight. Long Chen hurriedly returned the gesture, diffusing any lingering tension.

“It’s hard not to hold it against you. Your words were so enraging, I felt like my head was about to explode,” Chi Yue admitted with a bitter laugh.

“Hahaha!”

The others also laughed, dissolving any misunderstandings between them. They instantly felt like one group.

The dragon race’s feelings were very simple, especially compared to the humans. Once they approved of someone, they would be willing to follow them into life and death.

“Seniors, I thank you for your trust. But there’s still much work to be done. The Dragon Domain’s chaos stems from many sources: external interference, the flow of karmic luck, and, most of all, our negligence. My duty is to excise the tumor and rebuild the Dragon Domain so it may thrive again,” Long Chen declared solemnly.

“Little brother, just say the word. Our six factions—no, seven factions—will follow you unconditionally,” said Xie Qianzhong, his voice firm with conviction.

Xie Qianzhong was a straightforward man. To him, the fact that Long Chen and the Dragonblood Legion had gained the approval of the immemorial dragon souls was reason enough to place his full trust in them. Moreover, Long Chen’s intelligence and decisiveness far surpassed their own. Since they trusted him, they would follow his lead without hesitation.

With a calm smile, Long Chen said, “Race leader Qianzhong, there’s no rush yet—”

“You can call me big brother,” Xie Qianzhong interrupted with a grin. “Of course, only if you don’t mind.”

Long Chen’s smile widened. “Alright, big brother Qianzhong, there’s no rush yet.”

Hearing Long Chen address him so casually, Xie Qianzhong beamed with satisfaction.

“We don’t need to do anything just yet. If there’s no bait, the fox won’t reveal itself. This time, I’m waiting for a particular fox, and when it shows up, I’ll make sure to settle the score.”

As Long Chen finished, a sinister smile played on his lips, his words carrying a hint of cold determination.