novelTele Chapter 47: Dragon Transformation
Chapter 47: Dragon Transformation
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
During this week, Lin Yun hardly left his house. He spent his days in the training room honing his rapidly increasing strength, and his nights switching his consciousness to the Panlong World to practice the newly purchased secret techniques on the back mountain of Ernst Academy. He made the most of his time in both worlds, and his strength steadily consolidated through this dual-world cultivation.
His mental power, at the peak of the late stage of the Advanced War God realm, and his martial arts cultivation at the peak of the Initial War God realm—had completely stabilized, and that "floating" feeling was gone. His body had also fully adapted to the new power, and every punch and every strike could unleash its due force.
His control over the throwing knives had improved dramatically. The twelve 9-series throwing knives were like living things in his hands, able to traverse freely within a kilometer, and pierce through steel plates several meters thick with ease. He was confident that if he encountered a high-level lord-level monster like the Devouring Python again, he could easily kill it with just his throwing knives, without even needing to use a soul attack.
But these weren't what he was really looking forward to.
Lin Yun sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the sealed box from his spatial ring. Opening the lid, the Jade Spirit lay quietly inside. He had already consumed six leaves, leaving only the solitary red fruit standing atop it. It gleamed alluringly in the moonlight, its surface a rich, almost dripping red.
"It's time to take it," Lin Yun murmured.
But he didn't rush to put the fruit in his mouth. He was pondering a question—which body should he use to consume it?
The leaves of Bi Ling were consumed in the Swallowed Star world, where their effects were remarkable, causing a surge in mental power and a corresponding improvement in physical attributes. However, the fruit is different. The fruit's effects are more than ten times that of the leaves, containing a far greater and purer energy. Which body to use to absorb this energy is a question that requires careful consideration.
Lin Yun closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness into both bodies simultaneously, carefully sensing their states.
The body from the Devouring Star World had just undergone the baptism of the Azure Spirit Leaf. Its mental power had reached the late-stage peak of the Advanced War God realm, and its physical attributes had also broken through to the peak of the Initial War God realm. This body was in excellent condition, full of energy, and its cells were active—it was at its peak.
Panlong World's physical body and spiritual power have broken through to the late stage of a level nine mage, but his magical power is still at the peak of level eight and needs time to refine. His warrior cultivation is at the peak of level seven, which is not weak, but compared to his mage cultivation, it is clearly a hindrance.
Subconsciously, Lin Yun felt that his body in the Panlong World needed this fruit even more! Of course, more importantly, the Panlong World contained light magic.
Light magic excels at healing and purification; if any accidents occur during the consumption of the fruit, light magic can be used for emergency treatment. However, in the world of Swallowed Star, he lacks such means.
"Let the body of Panlong World consume it," Lin Yun decided.
He put the sealed box back into his spatial ring, and then used the spatial ring to teleport back to the Panlong World.
In the grove behind Ernst Academy, moonlight, like water, fell upon Lin Yun's shoulders. He sat cross-legged on the familiar blue stone and took out the red fruit from his spatial ring.
The fruit is only the size of a baby's fist, round and smooth, emitting a faint red glow in the moonlight. A sweet fragrance wafts from the fruit, invigorating the senses with just one whiff.
Lin Yun took a deep breath and put the fruit in his mouth.
The moment the fruit touches the tongue, a warm sensation bursts forth. It's not the coolness of the leaves, but a deeper, more mellow warmth, like aged wine—smooth on the palate, yet with a powerful aftertaste.
The fruit melted instantly, turning into a warm liquid that flowed down the throat and into the body. Wherever that liquid passed, every cell cheered and rejoiced, as if parched land had finally received sweet rain.
Lin Yun closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his body.
That warm power flowed through his meridians like a warm river, nourishing every inch of flesh, every bone, and every cell along its course. He could feel that his body was undergoing some kind of wondrous change—not a simple increase in strength, but a more fundamental and profound transformation.
The warriors were the first to break through in their cultivation levels.
The bottleneck of the seventh-level peak was as fragile as paper under the impact of this power, and it was instantly broken through. Early eighth level, mid eighth level, late eighth level... his cultivation level rose all the way up until it stopped at the peak of the eighth level.
But that power was not exhausted. It still flows within the body, still nourishing every cell.
Then, Lin Yun sensed it.
The instant his cultivation broke through to the peak of the eighth level, he felt something inside his body shatter. It was an invisible shackle, existing deep within his bloodline, at the core of every cell. It had been with him since birth, accompanying him for fifteen years, and now—it had finally broken.
A sudden realization dawned on me.
It wasn't knowledge learned from the outside world, nor theories seen in books, but an innate instinct etched deep in the blood. Just as a baby is born knowing how to breathe, just as a fish is born knowing how to swim—this enlightenment is a memory dormant in the blood of the Dragonblood Warriors, a power passed down through generations of the Baruch family ancestors.
"This is..." Before Lin Yun could think it through, a sudden change occurred.
The warm, comforting power suddenly turned violent. It no longer flowed gently like a river, but erupted from every corner of his body like a volcanic eruption.
Intense pain surged from every pore of my body simultaneously.
The pain wasn't the pain of being cut with a knife, nor the pain of a broken bone; it was a deeper pain, a pain that seemed to seep from the very cracks of his bones. It was as if something was wriggling beneath his skin, about to burst forth.
Lin Yun threw his head back and let out a painful roar. His voice echoed in the night sky, startling the birds that were roosting in the woods.
Under the moonlight, his skin began to change.
First, his arms. Patches of bluish-green scales emerged from beneath his skin, their sharp edges easily tearing through his clothes. The scales were a deep, dark blue-green, like the finest jade, gleaming with a cold, eerie luster in the moonlight. Layer upon layer of scales covered his arms, each one as sharp as a knife.
Then came the torso, legs, and back—the scales spread faster and faster, like a wildfire, and in no time, Lin Yun's entire body was covered in turquoise scales.
He looked down at his hands. They were no longer human hands—his fingers had become longer and more slender, with sharp claws growing from the tips, and the joints were covered with fine scales. The whole hand looked like a miniature dragon claw.
The pain did not stop.
An even more intense pain shot through his forehead, as if something was drilling into his bones. Lin Yun gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat mixed with blood seeping from the gaps in his scales.
Two dragon horns slowly emerged from the sides of his forehead.
The dragon horns were short, only about the length of an adult's finger, and were entirely emerald blue, with a smooth, mirror-like surface and sharp, needle-like tips. They curved slightly backward, emitting a faint glow in the moonlight.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp, piercing pain shot through the tailbone. A blue dragon tail emerged from the coccyx, initially only about a foot long, then rapidly growing until it reached over a meter in length before stopping. The tail was also covered in fine scales, its tip sharp as a spear, swaying gently in the moonlight.
But this is not over yet.
A piercing pain shot through his ten fingers and toes. Lin Yun looked down and saw that each of his fingers was changing—the nails were falling off, replaced by sharp claws growing from the tips. These claws, like dragon claws, had a bluish-green luster, were curved like hooks, and were sharp enough to easily tear through steel.
The feet also changed in sync. The toes became claws, the arches became more curved, and the overall shape of the feet became more suitable for gripping the ground and jumping.
The pain of the claws growing out of nowhere caused Lin Yun's vision to go black, and he lost consciousness.
His body slid off the bluestone and fell onto the soft grass. Moonlight shone on his scaly body, the azure scales gleaming eerily in the darkness. Horns, tail, claws—he looked exactly like a humanoid dragon.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yun's consciousness slowly returned.
He opened his eyes and saw the moonlight overhead and the silhouettes of leaves. His consciousness was still a little hazy, and his body was a little stiff, but he could feel that everything was different.
He sat up and looked down at his hands.
His arms and the backs of his hands were covered in turquoise scales, and sharp claws grew from the tips of his ten fingers. He tried to clench his fist, and a faint rustling sound came from between the scales. An unprecedented power surged from within him.
He stood up and walked to a large tree at the edge of the grove. Without using any technique, he simply threw a punch.
"boom!"
He punched through the trunk of the large tree, sending wood chips flying. The tree, as thick as a person could hug, snapped at the point of impact and crashed to the ground.
Lin Yun was stunned.
He looked down at his fist—the scales were intact, without a single scratch. And his strength was more than ten times greater than before.
He closed his eyes, sensing the cultivation level within his body.
Peak of level nine.
The warrior's cultivation level skyrocketed from the peak of level eight to the peak of level nine. His physical attributes and strength after dragon transformation were several times greater than before. A level nine peak dragon-blooded warrior, in terms of physical attributes alone, was already comparable to an ordinary Saint-level warrior.
When he deactivated his dragon form, his cultivation level dropped back to the peak of level eight. Scales, dragon horns, dragon tail, sharp claws—all the characteristics of his dragon form disappeared, and he returned to being an ordinary boy.
But that feeling of power, that enlightenment deep within his blood, still remained in his body.
"Dragon transformation," Lin Yun murmured, a flash of understanding in his eyes.
When the Baruch family's Dragonblood Warrior bloodline is concentrated high enough, it can unleash this form. In dragon form, physical attributes increase several times over, and defense is boosted exponentially. This power was what enabled their ancestors to fight dragons head-on.
But the problem is—his bloodline concentration was originally not high enough for dragonification.
Back in Wushan Town, Hogg conducted bloodline tests on him and Linley, and the results showed that neither of their bloodlines had enough concentration to trigger dragon transformation. This has always been Lin Yun's regret, and it's also why he prefers to cultivate magic rather than become a warrior in the Panlong World.
But now, that fruit has changed everything.
The fruit of the Azure Spirit not only enhanced his physical attributes but also purified his bloodline. The dormant, diluted dragon blood warrior bloodline deep within his cells was activated, purified, and strengthened by the fruit's energy. The originally insufficient concentration was forcibly pushed to a level sufficient for dragon transformation.
"No wonder the Devouring Python risked its life to protect this Jade Spirit," Lin Yun murmured. A plant spirit capable of purifying bloodlines and increasing their concentration is far more valuable than a treasure that simply enhances strength. On Earth, such things that can alter a martial artist's foundation are practically priceless. The Devouring Python had guarded this plant spirit for decades, finally waiting for it to mature, just waiting for it to reach the peak of the Advanced Lord level. Once it swallowed the plant spirit, it could instantly reach the King level, only to have it snatched away by Lin Yun.
He sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the power in his dragon form.
A level nine peak Dragonblood Warrior, combined with a level nine seven-elemental mage, and his mastery of the second level of the Ninefold Thunder Blade—which, according to Lin Yun's estimation, surpasses the second level of cultivation described in the Baruch family's inheritance manual—"effortless mastery"—meant his overall strength is already comparable to a typical Saint-level expert. Although he hasn't yet broken through to the Saint-level, he already possesses the power to fight against opponents who have just entered the Saint-level.
Moreover, the dragon transformation brings more than just an increase in strength. His defense skyrockets in dragon form; each of his azure scales is as hard as refined steel. An attack from an ordinary level nine warrior probably couldn't even break through his scales.
Lin Yun switched his consciousness to the Swallowed Star world.
In the villa in Mingyue Community, his other body sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly opening his eyes.
Almost the instant the dragon transformation was completed in the Panlong World, this body also felt the feedback from that power.
His martial arts cultivation level broke through from the peak of the initial stage of War God to the peak of the intermediate stage of War God. He was only one step away from entering the ranks of the advanced stage of War God.
His genetic potential was working wildly within him, his cells cheering and leaping with joy. He could feel a qualitative leap in his physical abilities—strength, speed, and reaction time had all improved to a whole new level.
Lin Yun clenched his fist, feeling the power gathering in his palm.
Peak Intermediate War God.
Before consuming the Azure Spirit Fruit, his martial arts cultivation was at the peak of the initial War God level. Now, he has already touched the threshold of the advanced War God level.
"If I encounter the Devouring Python again..." Lin Yun thought to himself. He didn't need a soul attack; he could kill it with just his flying knives.
Lin Yun stood up and walked to the window. Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating his face as he silently tallied up his gains over the past week.
The world of Swallowed Star: A late-stage peak level advanced War God in mental power, and a mid-level peak level War God in martial arts cultivation. Twelve 9-element throwing knives, and over a dozen secret techniques. Over 1.1 billion in funds remain in the account.
Panlong World: The mage is at the late stage of level nine in mental strength, and their magical power is being rapidly refined; they are expected to break through to level nine within a month. The warrior's cultivation is at the peak of level eight, and they can reach the peak of level nine in dragon form. All seven elements of magic are progressing simultaneously; the second level of the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade technique is already mastered, and they are currently attempting to reach the third level.
Most importantly—dragon transformation.
This was his trump card in the Panlong World, a trump card that allowed him to fight across levels. A level nine peak Dragonblood Warrior, combined with a level nine seven-elemental mage, and the skillful use of the Ninefold Thunder Blade, his overall strength was already comparable to that of an ordinary Saint-level expert.
And all of this stemmed from that Jade Spirit Fruit.
The moonlight was like water in the grove behind Ernst College.
Lin Yun opened his eyes and stood up from the grass. His clothes had been torn to shreds by the scales when he transformed into a dragon, and now he could only wrap himself in a spare robe from his spatial ring.
He looked at the tattered cloth scattered on the ground and gave a bitter smile. The price of dragon transformation wasn't just the loss of physical strength, but also the loss of clothes.
"Looks like I'll need to prepare a few more outfits from now on," he muttered to himself.
Then, he sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and began to refine his magical power.
The energy of the Azure Spirit Fruit had not been fully digested; some remained in his body, slowly nourishing his bloodline and body. He needed time to fully absorb this energy, to stabilize his dragon form and solidify his cultivation.
Moonlight bathed his shoulders, and the seven magical elements flowed slowly around him, like seven streams of different colors converging into a colorful river.
Lightning magic was exceptionally active, seemingly because the fruit had not only increased his bloodline concentration but also his affinity with elemental laws. Lin Yun could feel that his understanding of the lightning laws was improving at an unprecedented rate.