Chapter 97 The Long Family? Are they very strong?
"Glug, glug, glug..."
In the swimming pool, Long Aotian finally surfaced.
His current state couldn't just be described as pathetic. His originally golden, shimmering training suit was now clinging to him, soaking wet, and his hair was plastered across his face like seaweed, dripping with water.
The worst part was his face—one side was swollen like a pig's head, while the other bore a clear pillow print. The two sides were extremely asymmetrical, making him look incredibly comical.
"Jiang Chen... you're dead..."
Long Aotian crawled onto the shore, shivering all over like a stray dog that had fallen into the water.
But the fury in his eyes was even more intense than before. It was the madness of the Young Lord of an Imperial Capital Hidden Family who had been humiliated.
"Do you have any idea who I am?! I am the sole heir of the Dragon Family! The blood of the Ancient Golden Great Dragon flows through my veins!"
Long Aotian shrieked, and the aura on his body began to undergo a bizarre transformation.
The golden light that had previously been dispersed reconsolidated, becoming even denser and more violent than before. Beads of blood began to seep from his skin, but they didn't drip off; instead, they transformed into actual golden dragon scales that covered his entire body.
"Roar—!"
A low, majestic dragon roar erupted from his throat.
This wasn't a sound simulated by True Qi, but genuine Dragon Might!
The surrounding air instantly became incredibly heavy. The bodyguards who were moving furniture fell to their knees one by one as their legs gave out. Even Little Fatty Chen, standing not far away, felt it difficult to breathe, as if a great mountain were pressing down on his chest.
"S-Rank Bloodline Awakening?!"
Su Qingyue had rushed over at some point. Seeing this scene, her face instantly turned pale. "Jiang Chen, be careful! That's genuine Dragon Might! It has absolute suppressive power over all lower beings!"
"Lower beings?"
Long Aotian had now completely transformed into a half-man, half-dragon monster. His height had surged to three meters, his hands had turned into sharp dragon claws, and his pair of golden vertical pupils stared coldly at Jiang Chen, filled with contempt.
"That's right. Before my Dragon Might, you are all nothing but ants!"
"Kneel! Repent to your god!"
Boom!
A tangible golden ripple spread out with Long Aotian as the center.
Wherever it passed, the lawn withered and the floor tiles shattered.
Little Fatty Chen and Su Qingyue felt their knees buckle, nearly forced to kneel.
Just then.
"Meow?"
An extremely untimely, soft, and sweet cry rang out.
Iliya, who had been hiding behind Jiang Chen watching the show, suddenly poked her head out.
A trace of confusion flashed in her purple eyes, and then... they turned into a look one would give an idiot.
"This is Dragon Might?"
Iliya tilted her head, and the nine tails behind her swayed gently.
Although she was currently just a human pet (body pillow), don't forget, she was the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox! She was Beast Royalty!
In terms of Bloodline Rank, the Celestial Fox Clan could actually hold their own against True Dragons! Not to mention this guy in front of her was just a mixed-blood with a tiny bit of dragon blood?
"Boring."
Iliya curled her lip.
She didn't do anything intentionally; she just slightly released a tiny bit of the Origin aura belonging to the Celestial Fox Saintess.
Hum!
A pink field instantly enveloped the entire area.
This aura wasn't overbearing, yet it carried a kind of deep-seated allure and nobility.
The previously overweening Dragon Might, in the face of this pink aura, was like a mutt meeting its natural predator, instantly withering away.
"W-what?!"
Long Aotian discovered in horror that the dragon blood within him was actually trembling! It was terrified!
That feeling was like a commoner seeing an emperor, instinctively wanting to kneel!
"This is impossible! I have Golden Dragon Blood! How could I be afraid of a Fox Spirit?!"
Long Aotian broke down. His dragon scales began to fall off, and his body shrank like a deflated balloon.
"Fox Spirit?"
Iliya's eyes narrowed, and her nine tails bristled. "Who are you calling a Fox Spirit?! I am a noble Saintess!"
"Slap!"
She didn't know where she got the courage, but she actually rushed forward and gave Long Aotian a slap.
Although the force of this slap wasn't great, it was highly insulting.
Long Aotian was dazed by the slap. He, the dignified Young Lord of the Dragon Family, was actually hit by a pet beast?
"Alright, stop fooling around."
Jiang Chen reached out and pulled Iliya back, stroking her fur as if he were petting a cat. "You're a girl, don't be so violent. Let me handle this kind of dirty work."
He walked up to Long Aotian, looking down at the now half-ruined 'dragon-man'.
"This is your trump card? This so-called dragon blood?"
Jiang Chen shook his head with a look of disappointment. "It's not even as sturdy as the duck down in my pillow."
"You..."
Long Aotian still wanted to voice some threats, but seeing the glowing pillow in Jiang Chen's hand, the words died in his throat.
He was truly beaten into submission.
"Is the Dragon Family very strong?"
Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
"Of course!" Long Aotian said, as if catching a final lifeline. "My Dragon Family has three Great Grandmasters! And an Old Ancestor who has been in secluded cultivation for a hundred years! If you dare touch me..."
"Stop, stop, stop right there."
Jiang Chen interrupted him impatiently. "I'm not interested in how many old fogies you have in your family. I only care about one thing."
He pointed to the furniture on the ground.
"How do you plan to compensate for these things?"
"Compensate?" Long Aotian was stunned.
"Nonsense!" Jiang Chen glared at him. "You dirtied my mattress, scared my cat, and delayed my sleep. Shouldn't you pay for these?"
"Mental distress fees, lost wages, depreciation fees, and... air pollution fees!"
Jiang Chen counted on his fingers. "Your outfit looks quite valuable, plus the reputation of your Dragon Family... Hmm, let's round it up to ten billion."
"Ten billion?!"
Long Aotian almost spat out blood. "Why don't you just rob me?!"
"Rob?"
Jiang Chen smiled, a bright and sincere smile.
"How could robbery be this profitable?"
He stepped on Long Aotian's chest, applying a little pressure.
"Will you give it or not? I'll count to three."
"Three."
"Two."
"I'll give it! I'll give it!"
Long Aotian felt the sharp pain from his chest, a precursor to his ribs snapping. He had no doubt that if he dared to say no, this madman would truly trample him to death!
"That's more like it."
Jiang Chen withdrew his foot and nodded with satisfaction. "Write the IOU. Remember to use your thumbprint—use your dragon blood for it, that's more valuable."
With trembling hands and tears in his eyes, Long Aotian wrote out an IOU worth ten billion.
After finishing, he was completely exhausted, slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud.
"Get lost."
Jiang Chen took the IOU and blew on the ink (blood) on it. "Remember to bring the money tomorrow. If you dare to renege... I'll go to the entrance of your Dragon Family and play a loop of what you look like today."
"You... you're ruthless!"
Long Aotian gritted his teeth as he climbed up, and with the support of his bodyguards, he fled in disgrace.
Watching their pathetic retreating figures, Little Fatty Chen approached with a face full of admiration.
"Brother Chen, you're amazing! You even extorted the Young Lord of the Dragon Family?"
"This is called reasonable compensation."
Jiang Chen stuffed the IOU into his pocket and yawned again. "Alright, enough talk. Hurry up and move the things in, I'm exhausted."
He hugged his pillow and wobbled into the villa.
Su Qingyue looked at his back, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
"This guy... just how many secrets does he have?"
She thought of how Iliya's single cat-like cry had intimidated Long Aotian, and then of Jiang Chen's indifferent attitude.
"Perhaps... in his eyes, those so-called powerful families really are just mobile ATMs?"
Meanwhile, Jiang Chen was already lying on that bed, which, though a bit dirty, was still comfortable.
"[Ding! Detected that the host has completed the 'Extorting the Dragon Family' achievement.]"
"[Obtained Reward: Dragon Blood Body Tempering Pill (Though refined from that trash's blood, it's barely usable).]"
"[System Tip: While this behavior is very satisfying, it easily draws hatred. Suggestion... increase the intensity.]"
"Increase the intensity?"
Jiang Chen rolled over drowzily, a smile playing on his lips.
"Tomorrow... maybe there will be even wealthier fools coming to my door..."
Outside the window, the night was deep.
The winds of the Imperial Capital seemed poised to stir once more.