Chapter 89 ·I Am Dragon Lord, Master of the Heavenly Court

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Of ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍course, this was only for ordinary sects.

For ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍those true behemoths standing at the peak of the Eastern Continent’s hierarchy, Feng Jiuge’s affairs were not even worth casual conversation over tea.

A ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍mere Golden Core junior exterminated a few sects?

Interesting.

But ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍that was all.

What truly drew the attention of the entire Eastern Continent—and even the entire Spirit Realm—was another name.

Heavenly Court.

This force was quite strange; on the surface, it only had a single person.

Yet it was precisely this one person who had thrown the entire Spirit Realm into unrest.

That person called himself Dragon Lord.

As for his origins, opinions varied.

Some said he was a descendant of an ancient true dragon.

Others said he was a hidden great expert who had taken over a body and cultivated anew.

There were even claims that he was a trusted subordinate of a Demon Emperor who had crossed over from the Demon Realm.

The only universally acknowledged fact—

Was that this person’s strength was terrifying beyond measure.

All Great Ascension and Tribulation Crossing cultivators who had fought him gave an astonishingly consistent evaluation.

Unfathomable.

Some speculated that Dragon Lord was at least at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, perhaps even with one foot already in the Human Immortal Realm.

As for why such speculation arose—

About forty years ago, Dragon Lord first appeared in the Spirit Realm.

From that moment on, the Spirit Realm had never known peace again.

Wherever treasures appeared, Dragon Lord would inevitably show up.

Thousand-year spirit herbs, ten-thousand-year vermilion fruits, ancient secret realms, immortal caves—wherever there were treasures, Dragon Lord would arrive on time.

Then he would sweep everything away in one go.

Not even a scrap would be left behind.

Some were unwilling and tried to reason with him.

Dragon Lord would look at them calmly and ask, “What are you?”

Naturally, they refused to accept it and brought up their sects, claiming to be elders of some sect, asking if he wasn’t afraid of their ancestors taking action.

Dragon Lord would nod.

Then punch them into a cloud of blood mist.

A real cloud of blood mist.

The kind where even the primordial spirit was obliterated.

Later, people realized that Dragon Lord did not reason.

The only thing he acknowledged was his fist.

You claimed you had reason?

He claimed he had a fist.

And then your reason disappeared.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of Void Refinement, Integration, and Great Ascension cultivators who had died at Dragon Lord’s hands had already reached double digits.

Even Tribulation Crossing cultivators—three of them.

Two early-stage, one mid-stage.

Without exception, all were killed instantly.

One punch.

Afterward, the major forces of the Spirit Realm learned their lesson and avoided him entirely.

When treasures appeared, they pretended not to see them, waiting for him to take everything before coming out to pick up scraps.

However, in recent years, Dragon Lord’s actions had become even more domineering.

He began visiting sects directly.

Today one sect, tomorrow another clan—upon entering, he would simply ask, “I heard you have a spiritual plant?”

If the host said no, he would search for it himself.

If he found it, he took it.

If he didn’t, he nodded and left.

If the host admitted they had it but refused to give it—

He threw a punch.

That was how things worked.

On this day, Eastern Continent, Tianyan Dao Sect.

The Tianyan Dao Sect was a major power in the Spirit Realm, established for over three hundred thousand years, with deep foundations.

On the surface, the sect had two Tribulation Crossing ancestors and over a dozen Great Ascension cultivators—truly a top-tier force in the Eastern Continent.

Yet at this moment, outside a secret realm within the sect, a figure stood with hands behind his back.

That figure wore a dark black robe, with horns on his head, purple hair falling over his shoulders, and a cold expression.

It was Dragon Lord.

He raised his eyes and looked at the void before him, nodding slightly.

This secret realm of the Tianyan Dao Sect was indeed somewhat remarkable.

Its entrance was hidden within a layer of void—ordinary cultivators could pass by ten thousand times without noticing it.

But to him, it was meaningless.

The original body’s Haotian Mirror had already revealed everything clearly.

Dragon Lord raised his hand and threw a punch.

The void trembled as a crack slowly tore open.

He stepped inside.

Within the secret realm was a world of its own.

Mountains rose and fell, spiritual mist drifted, waterfalls cascaded, and immortal cranes danced.

The air was filled with extremely dense spiritual energy, more than ten times richer than the outside world.

Dragon Lord stood with hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the land.

According to information from his original body, the Tianyan Dao Sect possessed a supreme treasure—

The Heavenly Heart Enlightenment Lotus.

This was no ordinary spiritual plant; it greatly increased a cultivator’s chances of enlightenment.

More importantly, it produced abundant spiritual energy, even if only acquired spiritual energy.

Anyone cultivating beside it would comprehend techniques and divine abilities several times faster than ordinary people.

If one could consume a single lotus petal, they could directly enter sudden enlightenment of a divine ability, saving a hundred years of effort.

The Tianyan Dao Sect had stood strong for three hundred thousand years, producing countless experts—this lotus had contributed greatly.

Dragon Lord had come precisely for it.

The moment he entered the secret realm, several streaks of light rushed toward him.

In an instant, five figures landed before him.

The three leading figures were white-haired elders, their auras deep as the sea—all at the peak of the Great Ascension Realm.

Behind them were two middle-aged cultivators, also at mid-stage Great Ascension.

Five Great Ascension cultivators.

Placed outside, this force could sweep through a region.

At this moment, all five stared at Dragon Lord with grave expressions.

They naturally recognized him.

Over the past decades, Dragon Lord’s name had already thundered through the upper circles of the Spirit Realm.

“Dragon Lord,” the leading elder said in a deep voice.

“My Tianyan Dao Sect has no grievances with your Heavenly Court. Today you have intruded into our secret realm—what is your intention?”

Dragon Lord looked at him but did not speak.

At this moment, another elder beside him suddenly sneered, sizing Dragon Lord up.

“I thought you were some extraordinary figure. Turns out you’re just a half-human, half-dragon freak.”

“Look at yourself—neither human nor dragon. Horns on your head, scales on your body. Who knows which human woman mated with a beast to give birth to such a bastard.”

“Junior brother!” the leading elder’s expression changed as he shouted to stop him.

But it was too late.

Dragon Lord lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

In the next instant, he vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of that elder.

One punch.

No flourish, no technique—just a simple punch.

The elder’s face changed drastically as spiritual power surged wildly to defend.

Useless.

Where the fist passed, all defenses shattered like paper.

Boom!

A muffled explosion.

The elder turned into a cloud of blood mist, not even having time to scream.

His primordial spirit did not escape.

Completely annihilated.

The remaining four froze, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.

Dragon Lord withdrew his fist, his expression calm, as if he had just swatted a mosquito.

He looked at the dissipating blood mist and spoke slowly:

“I hate most when others call me a freak.”

“I am Dragon Lord, Master of the Heavenly Court.”

“Born of the human race, achieved the body of a true dragon.”

“If there are further insults—”

His gaze swept across the remaining four.

“This will be your end.”

Silence.

The four Great Ascension cultivators stood frozen, not daring to breathe.

That elder had been at peak Great Ascension—equal to them.

One punch.

Just one punch.

If it were them, the result would be no different.

The leading elder swallowed with difficulty, forcing himself to remain calm.

He knew that if he handled this poorly today, the Tianyan Dao Sect’s three hundred thousand years of foundation would be destroyed.

“Dragon… Dragon Lord, Senior.”

He spoke, his voice dry.

“My junior brother spoke recklessly—he… has already paid the price.”

“May I ask why you have come today? If there is anything you require, my Tianyan Dao Sect is willing…”

“…to fully cooperate.”

Dragon Lord glanced at him.

A smart man.

“I have come to take something.”

The elder’s heart tightened, but he did not show it. “What does Senior desire?”

“The Heavenly Heart Enlightenment Lotus.”

The moment these words fell, the expressions of the four changed drastically.

The Heavenly Heart Enlightenment Lotus!

That was the very foundation of their sect!

Three hundred thousand years of inheritance, countless experts—it all depended on this treasure.

It could be said that half of the Tianyan Dao Sect’s success came from this lotus.

And now Dragon Lord asked for it outright—how was this any different from taking their lives?

“Senior!” another elder could not help but speak, his voice urgent.

“The Heavenly Heart Enlightenment Lotus is our sect’s supreme treasure and has never left the sect. Could this matter be—”

“No.”

Dragon Lord interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“I only want this item.”

“I will give you one stick of incense’s time to consider.”

“After one stick of incense—either hand over the Enlightenment Lotus, or—”

He paused, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

“The Tianyan Dao Sect will be erased from existence.”

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