Back from Silver Dragon Star, I headed straight to the bedroom to check on my treasures—my wives. I wanted to boost their strength today, so I returned early, my heart tethered to them. I kept this from Cohen; no need to broadcast it. If everyone got such boosts, where's the drive to improve? My 90 wives handle so much for me, stalling their cultivation, so rewarding them is only fair. Besides, the empire's citizens, with their current physiques, can't handle it. Tens of thousands of years of life are enough for their ambitions. If everything's handed to you, what's life's point? What do you do with endless years?
Entering the palace, I was greeted by a sight of bare arms and legs—pure bliss. Since arriving on Flying Dragon Star, I've slept with them all under one big blanket, except during pregnancies. When I'm away, habit keeps them together. Good thing my bed's massive.
I planted fierce kisses on Xue'er and Kabo's lips. "Tian, I'm so sleepy," Xue'er mumbled, rolling over. Kabo, my sweet wife, returned a fiery dragon kiss the moment she saw me.
"Wives, up! Your husband's got something amazing to show," I said, pulling Kabo from the covers and dressing her. "What is it?" she asked, curious.
"Heh, it'll blow your mind."
"Hubby, brother, we wanna see too!" Dizzy. The others were awake, curiosity overriding sleep. Women and their nosiness—mention something cool, and they're up, no snooze needed.
"Hold on, put on Dragon Armor first," I said, waving them forward. Their current skills were enough for protection, but I was overcautious—love makes you fret.
Once ready, I cranked my power to Tier 12. My 90 wives gaped at my fourth transformation state. Good thing they prepped. "Wow, brother, you're so hot like this!" Mimi rushed forward, starry-eyed, forcing me to revert lest she crash like that still-comatose guard.
"Feitian, how'd you do it? Two days, and you're this strong?" Xue'er asked, intrigued. I couldn't spill—not yet, not without certainty. I'd been reckless. If one of them got hurt, I'd never forgive myself.
"It's a secret. You'll see soon."
"Show-off," Xiao Lan teased, wrinkling her cute nose. They knew I was hiding something but trusted my silence was for their good.
"Fine, within six months, I'll get you all up at least one tier. Deal?" I dared them to resist. "Yay!" they cheered. Bold words, but I had no plan yet.
Half a month passed. In the garden, watching my wives play with the kids, I pondered. If they ate those fruits now, their meridians would snap, bodies bursting. I'd learned the hard way—meridians need widening first. If they're too narrow, raging true qi would shred them. A miracle pill for meridian expansion would be ideal. Wait, stone milk! I should have a few jade bottles by now. But where to find thousand-year ginseng and ten-thousand-year He Shou Wu?
"Majesty, Dean Cohen's here," a guard whispered, interrupting my thoughts. Solutions come when needed. I headed to the study.
Seeing Cohen sipping tea, I asked, "Cohen, are the reworked first-batch Dragon Armors done? How'd you fix the cracking?" After my armor shattered, I'd sent brigadier-level armors to him for fixes and ordered custom sets for me and my wives—Tier 8 and 6 for each.
"Done. Here to deliver," Cohen said, presenting over 100 sets. "Yours, Majesty." I inspected it—same style, but comfier.
"Try it. Any tweaks needed?" Cohen urged.
"Let's test outside. Guards, summon the queens to the study for their armors," I ordered.
"Looks sleeker. You didn't give me a flimsy one, did you?" I teased.
"Wouldn't dare, Emperor of Sky Dragon Empire. I'd drown in three billion citizens' spit," Cohen quipped, in high spirits.
"Step back. I'm maxing out." My hair grew wildly, turning golden. No burst. "Cohen, how'd you do it? It's lighter, and my true qi merges with the armor's surface qi."
"Heh, your luck. We had no fix until two weeks ago, when Silver Dragon Star's yellow and white metals—labeled Rare Metals 002 and 003—changed everything. Like 0001, they conduct energy—natural, biological, or true qi—and stretch infinitely, scaling with volume. That's why it grows with you. The old 0001 was elastic but soft; 002 and 003 together are hard but rigid. Blending all three balanced it. Now, true qi or magic amplifies fourfold—up from threefold. Shame we don't have more, or every soldier'd get one," Cohen sighed, his empire loyalty shining despite rare meeting appearances.
"No worries, these are solid. We'll keep hunting—someone stored this much, so there's more. Equip brigade leaders with these fourfold armors first. They're our assets; their safety's priority."
A dazzling group approached from the hall—my wives in crystal Tier 8 armors. Despite not matching their strength, Tier 8 looked better than Tier 6. Women's vanity seized every chance, turning the plaza into a radiant crystal show.
"Majesty, your armor can handle any future power spikes. It's indestructible," Cohen said proudly.
"Thanks. When I return from Earth, I'll push you from Tier 3 mid to Tier 4 mid or higher. Deal?" A tempting reward for a science-obsessed madman like Cohen, who barely trained two hours daily. "Don't get cocky. Gains require effort. Start daily body-strength workouts."
With empire affairs set—everyone ran like clockwork—I bid farewell, boarded a small warship, and headed to Earth. It docked at our group's island, sinking underwater after I disembarked.
"President! President!" Island staff gawked, shocked. I rarely visited—twice a year, tops. "Carry on," I said. The island was now a dinosaur park; no mainland nation could house them. Transport was easy for us, but secrecy mattered.
The group's Earth ops focused on talent scouting and bulk-buying minerals and steel. At Shanghai headquarters, I greeted the manager, then flew to Hunan's Hengyang Nanyue Mountains.
Before the cave, I felt a pang. Without stumbling here, I'd be an orphanage kid, working a mundane job, married with kids. Kneeling at my two masters' graves, I thanked their secret manuals for this vibrant life.
At the stone milk drip, I collected nearly three jade bottles' worth over years. Now, to find thousand-year ginseng and ten-thousand-year He Shou Wu. I'd tasked Xue'er with searching empire planets—something should turn up.
Emerging at noon, I visited my old orphanage, now a Yellow Dragon Group subsidiary. "Dean!" I called, spotting the slightly changed dean.
"You are…?" She hesitated. My appearance shifted daily—sometimes waking up a new man.
"It's Feitian, passing through to see you," I said, approaching.
"Feitian, really you!" She touched my face. "You bought this place and never visit. We miss you, so grateful. Without you, the orphanage would've closed, kids back on the streets."
Her warmth hadn't changed. "You doing okay?"
"Fine, everything's handled by the company. Only worry's the hundreds of kids missing six months ago. Are they okay? Not hurt?" Her eyes reddened, tugging my heart.
"Dean, don't worry. I took them—they're doing great," I said, wanting her to join the empire to care for them.
"You're not doing anything bad, are you? I heard about digging out kids' hearts or training terrorists!" She gasped. Who spread that garbage? I'll crush their nuts!
"Nothing like that. We're giving them a better place to learn and live. I want you to care for them—I'd trust you most."
"I'm a company employee. Can I say no to the boss?" she teased.
"Dean, you know I'm not a tyrant. I need your consent. It's far, so bring your family for support," I suggested.
"No close kin left—my husband died in a crash, just my two kids," she said sadly. "They in school?"
"Eldest's at Tsinghua, daughter's in high school. Thanks to you," she said, grateful.
"For what?" I asked, puzzled.
"Buying the orphanage gave us great benefits. I couldn't have afforded their tuition alone." Oh, that.
"If you trust me, I'll take you and your family. Our schools and labs outshine Earth's—they'll learn cutting-edge science."
"Feitian, why wouldn't I trust you? You've no reason to harm us—no wealth or beauty to steal here," she laughed, self-deprecating.
"Prep then. Call your son to Shanghai HQ. A car's coming this afternoon. Assign someone to handle things here," I arranged.
"Got it." She left to organize. Bored, I flicked on the TV, and a news report set my blood boiling.
"This is CCTV with urgent news: At 10:10 AM, Japan, ignoring our protests, deployed two fleets to occupy our territory, Diaoyu Island, expelling and firing on 60 patriotic citizens, killing them. In the space age, such atrocities persist. Facing this heinous act, to defend our land and Yanhuang descendants' future, no matter the enemy's ferocity, we will fight on…"
Damn, Japan's been plotting China's ruin for over a century! Their kind fuels human infighting, stalling tech at near-space. We'd be cosmic by now otherwise.
No mood to linger, I decided to check Diaoyu Island. "Dean, I'm off. Car's coming this afternoon." "Okay," she nodded, sensing my urgency.
At Diaoyu Island's seabed, I extended my mental field, monitoring every fleet move. The government, using my energy converters, built warships a tier above Japan's outdated ones.
"This is Chinese Navy Command, representing our government, issuing a stern protest. Withdraw from our territory, surrender the murderers, and apologize with compensation to China and victims' families." So polite, even to enemies we'd devour. Beasts don't get courtesy.
"Haha, you Chinks are laughable. Your fleet dares challenge Great Japan's navy?" a Japanese colonel sneered.
Alarms blared on Chinese ships as missiles and torpedoes struck. Bastards, hitting during a lapse! China's laser defenses downed most, counter-missiles catching the rest. The navy retaliated, but incoming missiles—guess who?—the "world police" intercepted them. "Both sides, exercise restraint."
Kiss my ass! No "restraint" when Japan attacked, but now you pipe up? Clearly backing Japan. No wonder they struck, knowing China's ships were superior—someone's got their back.
This was intolerable. For 5,000 years of Chinese dignity, for the dragon's honor, I'd show them heaven's wrath. Furious, I transformed into a golden dragon—2,000 meters long, head like a small warship, 30 meters thick, riding seven-colored clouds. Emerging, I shielded our navy, flipping Japanese and American ships. Striking a pose, I glared coldly at the enemy.
Chinese Navy
Soldier A nudged Soldier B: "Brother, am I dreaming? Pinch me—I see a dragon!"
B slapped A hard. "Not a dream—it's real, our Chinese dragon!" Sailors, awed by my aura, knelt, hearts racing before the golden dragon in the sky.
Japanese Navy
"Idiot, how's this possible?" Fleet commander Lt. Gen. Yamamoto Shichi-ju-roku sweated, cursing. Dreaming of ancestral glory, his first battle met this. Is heaven dooming the empire?
"Amaterasu, show yourself!" sailors muttered. That sky beast was trouble, clearly here to wreck them. They prayed for divine salvation.
American Navy
"My God, is that their millennia-old dragon?"
"Are they really dragon descendants? Oh, God!" White supremacists reeled. Dragon lineage meant unmatched power—humans and beasts bowed to it. Their "greatness" felt baseless, crushing their pride.
"Gen. Will, we should steer clear," Lt. Col. Tomki advised the carrier fleet commander.
"No, we won't let American blood spill in vain. It's just a strong creature—I don't believe our fleets can't take it," Will barked, fearing Congressional backlash for losses. He'd regret this, if he survived.
As the world's focus, my emergence was caught by low-orbit satellites. I let them film—otherwise, I'd have blasted those junk heaps.
Global leaders scrambled, unsure what a mythical Chinese dragon meant. Unlike 100 years ago, the world knew China better, thanks to diaspora spreading its culture. Every Chinese proudly claimed dragon descent, and tales of dragon might were known. This dragon's entrance suggested near-invincibility, even if slightly less than legend.
Allied nations cheered; hostile ones cursed, fearing dragon retribution. America's emergency Congress erupted. "Retreat, don't waste taxpayer blood on yellow folks!" "No, for our interests, we must fight—it's now or never, our weapons lag!" President Little Clinton, barely a month in, sighed at bickering, polished senators spewing vulgarity. God, their god appeared—where's ours?
In Japan, thousands flocked to shrines, begging Amaterasu's protection. The dragon shattered their illusions. No nation understood China better—its culture and customs were theirs. Despite a century of American backing, millennia of ingrained fear and submission surged, dwarfing militarism.
"Ono-kun, should we give up?" PM Nomura asked his cousin, Defense Minister Ono.
"Never, not until the end. Trust our Yamato warriors, Nomura-kun!" Ono urged.
"It's not that I disagree, but post-incident, the cabinet won't back us. The people won't either," Nomura, a fervent militarist, analyzed. His rise hinged on leveraging factors, and he knew war now meant defeat—morale was shot. Yet, he couldn't outright refuse; the military was his backbone.
In China's Zhongnanhai, top government and military leaders watched satellite feeds. "Strike now, crush them!" a fiery general roared, embodying soldierly bluntness.
"We don't know if the dragon's friend or foe," the Premier fretted.
"Haha, you're wrong. Its entrance spared us, flipped their ships. It's on our side. Still, stay cautious," the top leader laughed.
Then, the dragon did something shocking, dispelling doubts—it spoke Mandarin. Leaders exchanged looks, half-laughing, half-dumbfounded. Trouble for the big dogs now.
Glaring at the Japanese, I intoned coldly, "Barbarian islanders, ungrateful for grace, forgetting your roots, you dare raise arms against us, defying heaven's might. For centuries, you've invaded, slaughtered countless, stirring divine and human wrath. You've roused this guardian dragon. Now, heaven's punishment descends." Lightning rained, striking American and Japanese troops; colossal waves swallowed their ships, while Chinese waters stayed calm. Soldiers gaped. This is divine power? Flying to Japan's coast, I shrugged off junk anti-air missiles with true qi. A water-based super forbidden spell flooded half of Yokohama and Tokyo, rippling to America's coast—butterfly effect, not my problem.
The world reeled, awed by dragon might beyond human tech. Families of drowned soldiers stared at TVs, then wailed, protesting governments' actions. American and Japanese fleets scrambled to rescue survivors—good luck finding any. Meanwhile, Chinese people celebrated.
Landing on a Chinese ship, I declared, "All Chinese tribes descend from my dragon clans, the universe's noblest, mightiest race. How dare we squabble for power, stagnate, or indulge, letting foreigners invade? For billions of years, we've never suffered so—only we kill, never killed. Defy heaven's might, and though far, you'll be punished." A golden beam shot into space, lingering for satellites, then vanished into the cosmos. Okay, I looped back.
Soldiers, fired up, chanted, "Defy heaven's might, though far, be punished!" Nationwide, people echoed, jubilant. Arrogant Japanese and Western students in China kept low profiles. Leaders in Zhongnanhai beamed, "That's a great nation's spirit. If only we could do that." Imagining themselves as dragons, they chuckled—would my house fit?
Calmer, the Premier mused, "If we're dragon kin, we must have unique traits." Others nodded, launching post-meeting projects to study dragon myths, Taoist secrets, and martial manuals for clues. Other nations, thinking China got dragon hints, flooded in, chasing folk secrets. Chinese, now wary and cocky, wouldn't sell, even for cash. What, gonna send fleets? A martial arts craze swept the populace.
Globally, Chinese walked taller—nay, strutted. A side effect I hadn't foreseen, but vengeance felt good. Most stayed humble, true to 5,000 years of courtesy. Foreigners, spotting Chinese, shouted in Mandarin, "Dragon! Dragon!"
The incident gutted American and Japanese military power, with recovery years off, giving China a development edge. Taiwan's people clamored for reunification, drafting a peaceful plan now under review.
Reader's Corner: Yo, readers, Feitian's dragon wrath shook Earth! Will China's martial surge unlock dragon blood? Can Pandora withstand his cosmic fury? Drop your epic predictions in the comments—let's unleash the dragon's might!