2 Chapter 1
Some time later. Realm of Dragon Runes. Dragon Seal Family.
The Divine Feathers Sect is one of the six powerful and prestigious sects in the Draconic Ruins Realm. A sect that controls a vast territory, including hundreds of cities with a total population of more than several hundred million people.
No one knows exactly how long the Divine Feather Sect has existed. However, a thousand years ago, the Divine Feathers Sect was led by an extraordinary ancestor, and it became the most powerful of all the sects. Their strength even allowed them to survive the Great Destruction that followed. Despite this, the sect has been in decline for the past few hundred years. A hundred years ago, they fell to the third highest ranking sect, and now they are in the weakest position - sixth.
If you look at it hierarchically, then everything is simple. There are the Big Five, these are the main superior people who have lived for a long time and cultivated for a long time. And there are also forces behind some of them. Next come the elders, nothing really depends on strength here. There is, like the Third Rank of the Dragon Dao, there is also an elder with the Heavenly Fate Realm. Well, the basis of the sect is the three main families: the Ash Flame Family, the Gu Clan and the Dragon Seal Family.
— The last of which you belong to, young master, — said a young girl who was dressed in something similar to a maid's clothes.
The young gentleman she was addressing was now sitting in front of her in a very strange, thinking position(Gendo Pose). He carefully followed what the maid was saying, squinting so hard that it made the girl feel somehow uncomfortable.
—That is me, — the child pointed to himself. — a young master of a prestigious, aristocratic family?
— One of them, but yes, young master, — the girl nodded uncertainly.
— My mother Long Shuyun is a young lady, and my grandmother is one of the five chief elders of the Divine Feathers Sect. Right? — the child asked gloomily.
— Y-yes, young master. B-but how did you know that your grandmother is an elder? — Stuttering slightly from the child's mood, but the girl was still able to be surprised, because she hadn't talked about it yet.
— I heard. There is also the Heavenly Note Sect, there is the Heavenly Origin Sect, and... and some other three, right? — A little driving away the gloomy mood, he asks again thoughtfully.
— That's right, young master. You already know so much. But your cousin wasn't like that at your age, — some stars appeared in her eyes and she began to praise the child.
— This cousin, is he the son of the Patriarch, that is, my Uncle? And his name seems to be Long Tianming, right? — the child who was sitting in front of the teacher asked with the usual gloom.
— Yes Yes! That's right, you are so smart, young master, when I tell your mother about your successes, she will be so happy, — the girl sincerely admired her student, almost clapping her hands.
— Last question, have you heard anything about the tiny world? — he asked finally, looking straight into his teacher's soul.
— Y-yes, sir, this is a small, insignificant world, from which it is very rare that someone comes, and a talented one is even rarer, — answered the teacher. — Why are you interested in this, young master?
— Yes, so, I heard someone insulting some elder who was in charge of this world, they said he was weak or something like that. He also seems to have a son, — the child replies, thinking for a second.
— Ah, this must be Elder Min Fei, young master. A very mysterious man and quite scary even for me. And the son? He doesn't seem to have a son. He's just looking for an heir for his Technique, if that's what you're talking about, — the teacher cheerfully corrected.
— Yes, about that, — the young master answered tiredly. — Okay, thank you Aunt Sho. — I'm tired, can I rest?
— Of course, young master. Rest is important too, especially for children your age. — Aunt Sho agreed with her student, while managing to read a mini-lecture.
Suddenly finding himself in the arms of this Aunt, the child sighed. He put his arm around his teacher's neck and laid his head on her shoulder. Judging by this girl's bright smile, that's what she liked. Passing through many rooms, one could see the servants who were now sitting in a certain position, next to each there were several piles of some kind of stones. From which a certain energy came out, which soon swirled into the cultivator's body. Looks like they were on a break. If you examine the room itself, it was made mainly of wood, very expensive wood, judging by the energy that can surpass some of the servants, the room was also hung with various artifacts, paintings and other strange things.
When Aunt Sho turned the last corner, she came out into a corridor at the end of which there were large wooden doors covered with some kind of inscriptions of unknown purpose. Approaching her, Aunt Sho raised her hand to the handle and grabbed it tightly. You could see how some of the inscriptions flashed and when they died down, Aunt Sho removed her hand, on which there was a small cut that had already begun to heal. Then there was a soft sound and the doors opened.
There was a square room inside. Approximately thirty by thirty meters in size. There was various furniture for clothing, alchemy, artifacts and more. In the center, there was a small platform that floated above the floor, about a meter away from it. The entire platform was covered with some kind of inscriptions. And on the opposite side of the entrance, there was a large king-size bed. It could fit more than eight adults and even have room to spare.
Aunt Sho walked over to the bed and placed the baby on it.
— Here you go, young master. You can rest, if something happens, then call me right away and I'll fly to you in an instant, —Aunt Sho said, stroking the child's head.
— I understand Aunt Sho, I will behave. I'll rest, — and yawned at the end.
— Then rest, young master, with your permission, — she bowed and disappeared.
The child, who only seemed sleepy, straightened his back and sighed. He climbed into the middle of the bed and began to roll back and forth. After rolling around like this for a minute, he lay down on his back and stared into space.
—...Status...— the boy said.
Ding
[Status]
1.Name: Long Shen.
2.Age: 1 year.
3.Gender: Male
4.Race: Human(?)
5.Cultivation Stage: Peak of the Earthly Fate Realm (Sealed)
6.Technique:
7.Bloodline: Blood Dragon Bloodline(?)
— Body constitution:
- Body Talent - Higher Body(?)
— Constitution of the soul:
- Kingdom of the soul - Indigo.
- Soul attribute - No.
- Soul shape - Dragon(?).
- Spiritual Root - Rank Ninth Heavenly Level(?).
8.Demonic Spirit:
9.Abilities:
10.Skills:
- Polyglot.
- Combat skill.
- Mastery of the elements.
- Immunity to poisons and diseases.
- Immunity to mind control.
- Calm of the Dragon.
- Feeling of danger.
11.Artifacts:
12.Familiar:
13.Soul Weapon: (?)
— Nothing has changed, — the boy said out loud.
Despite his age, physically he looked three or four years old. And it wasn't anything remarkable. In the world of cultivation, this would not surprise anyone, especially the people from the Heavenly Seal Family. They often attributed their rapid physical maturation to their ancestry. In most cases this is how it works, but in Long Shen's case it's a little different, but that's a question for another day.
The boy got out of bed and trudged towards the mini-library that his mother had collected. In principle, everything here, one way or another, belongs to the mother. This is her room after all. Passing by the mirror, the boy looked at himself and could not resist saying:
— God, I'm irresistible,— the boy said, looking at himself seriously.
Long thick pink hair that went down below her shoulder blades. Blue eyes, sea green. Devilish, beautiful face.
— I look like my mother, my grandmother and my future sister, — said the boy. - Why do I look so much like a girl? And where is the father's appearance? Where is the father himself?
