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Xin Yan and the Dragon God

We all have loved ones that we have lost at one point or another in time. Xin Yan an orphan girl who has lost everyone dear to her, when she saw hope, it was smashed into pieces by universal laws which she doesn't even know exist. Fate can be so amusing, who will believe that the Dragon God who was created with the universe by the universal laws was pressed to a dead end by his own creation. Without Him in the world to balance all laws and bound rules the universe will crumble and all live with be lost, not will to see all his hard work go to ruin, the dragon God needs someone to succeed his origin blood which holds the universe in check, but who is worthy, "I have seen the man I created, he is never satisfied, always wanting more power, full of greed, brutal and wicked" who is worthy? If you are giving the power of the God of creation what will you do with it?

Alexandero · Fantasy
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25 Chs

What is life

The young boy smiled and said, I am certain that you don't like me, so you can stop pretending.

How petty you are! said Xin Yan, alright please I don't have time for you, I know that you are rejoicing in your heart even though I can't see your face but I can still feel it.

The young boy got up and left after being upset by the words he has heard.

Five minutes late, Yan'er let me take you home. Said a middle age woman who was coming from the outer market. This is aunty Li, she's a very friendly person, she's a family friend of Xin Yan's family.

She's the one who has been taking Xin Yan home every time she comes to the market to beg for arms. Here this words a beautiful smile appeared on Xin Yan's cold pretty face. Because aunty Li is one of the people who gives here joy.

Aunty Li how was the market today asked Xin Yan with a little sad face, the previous smile was now gone, she didn't get much today because all the rich young masters have gone to that Inn across the street and while they passed by she heard them saying that the most beautiful lady in the town has come to perform the Flowing Cloud dance ( this flowing cloud dance is the most beautiful and most difficult dance in history and it can only be performed by beautiful ladies with super body constitution and the number one requirement is for the lady to be a virgin.) and it is a great privilege to see her dance .

Men will always be men and they love doing bad things to beautiful ladies.

Aunty Li carried Xin Yan and left.

At the Xin's House entrance there sat a young handsome man even the suffering, time and poverty could not destroy his shaming face, who will believe that the young famous master of this great kingdom who was once the most admired prince in the whole kingdom is now Notting but a cripple.

Well what a good family, here comes the lame daughter of a crippled father. Thank you so much for always bringing her home said Xin Yan's father Xin Zhao.

Aunty Li smiled and used her hand to rub Xin Yan's head and said, one day Yan'er you will leave this place, but remember not to forget all of us here, suddenly Xin Yan's blind eyes were filled with tears making the whole cottage gloomy. Aunty don't worry I will always be here by father I will never leave him, where else can I go who will take me, is there anyone to help me I really don't know. Aunty Li answered and said you'll be amazed of what you will find when you go out of this place don't worry someday you will remember my words.

I can see that you are not happy, don't be sad, we will survive, yes father answered Xin Yan.

Later that night, somewhere in a typical forest filled with hills, a young man is running but who is he running from?

Well there's no one behind nor anyone chasing after him.

Luckily I found this place, I hope they won't find me here, my time is running out. If you look closely enough you will discover that as he is running his legs are not touching the ground as if he is floating. I will never give up but if I continue like I will die and lose everything and they might end up taking everything that I have laboured for all these years.

My blood is flowing away like the wind I'm starting to feel dizzy I don't know how long I can hold on.

In this lower world is there anyone worthy of my blood, can he bear it and not be corrupt?

I don't want a second Xiao Kia . Men no, men can not be trusted they're so deceitful, always pretending to be one thing when they're not, I regret it, I regret trusting him, I could feel it back then but because I was blinded by hope, now I have destroyed everything with my choice.

I can't stay in this world anymore or else it will be destroyed along with me, I hope I can perform the final test.

Suddenly the Young man stopped by a waterfall and went down on his knees, if you look very close you discover that his face is already as pale as white and you can see golden ray radiating from him which is his unique aura.

After everything are you going to die like this Long Wang. No I can't continue like this, placing both hands on his chest, he pulled out something with all his might his face suddenly became more paler the instant a golden glow in form of multicoloured ray of light came out of his chest, the minute it appeared boom the whole area began to tremble and there was this longing feeling that followed the appearance of the orb .

Wang Long was breathing profusely as all of his robe that was already turned was now socked with water and golden blood.

He places it before him and said' I know that you and I are one but right now if we don't do this then all hope will be lost as if it understood his word it gave a buzzing sound' Wang Long took the orb and kissed it and mumbled some words into the orb and let it rotates around his head nine times and let it go.

The ball of light shot into the horizon and disappeared, Wang Long fell down powerless and could only be heard. mumbling inconsistently "if she be be be worthy" and his voice faded into the darkness as his body dissipated from its former position.

The whole forest returned to it previous tranquil state as if nothing has happened here, what is life that is so easily forgotten like the wind.