Chapter 41

After logging into the game, Zhou Xian appeared in the Flowing Cloud Temple.

These days, Zhou Xian had been busy crafting weapons and preparing "dog food" for Martin Luther King, so he had been staying at home for a few days. Zhou Xian even suspected that if this continued, he would turn into a shut-in.

"Martin, are you there?"

"Yep, I'm here, Master~"

Martin Luther King had been living a comfortable life these past few days. Zhou Xian wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Martin Luther King seemed... uh... a bit fatter.

"I have some text here, possibly from the demon race. I saw it in a strange place. Do you know what these words mean?"

Zhou Xian didn't believe that seeing these words was an illusion.

In fact, these words had deeply imprinted themselves in Zhou Xian's mind. Even now, Zhou Xian could still remember the pattern that resembled demon race text completely.

Martin Luther King was puzzled: "No way, I taught you the demon race language when we first met!"

Zhou Xian nodded: "I know that, but let's see what you think first."

Zhou Xian took out a pen and paper and prepared to draw the strange patterns he had seen.

However, just as Zhou Xian was about to start drawing, he suddenly felt his blood boil!

"———!"

This feeling of his whole body about to explode made Zhou Xian jump up.

"Zhou Xian, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zhou Xian's strange behavior, Martin Luther King looked at him curiously.

"No, nothing, I'll write it down for you now."

Zhou Xian gritted his teeth. Although he felt uncomfortable all over, he still thought about the seven strange characters in his memory and prepared to start drawing.

"Clack!"

At that moment, the pen in Zhou Xian's hand, as if under some heavy pressure, suddenly shattered!

"What's going on?"

Zhou Xian was immediately surprised.

"Oh? Just the text has such great power. Zhou Xian, what you encountered is truly extraordinary!" Martin Luther King stroked his chin and then said to Zhou Xian, "Take out the dragon skin and write it with your blood. Although this text seems to have great power, it might not be able to withstand the power of the dragon race."

Hearing Martin Luther King's words, Zhou Xian took out a piece of dragon skin and bit his finger.

This time, Zhou Xian indeed found that the feeling of his blood boiling had disappeared, and he quickly transcribed the characters completely.

"…This?"

However, before Zhou Xian could hand the dragon skin to Martin Luther King, he was stunned. After glancing at his attributes, he was immediately shocked. Just writing those seven characters had reduced his MP by 70%!

"This isn't demon race text." Martin Luther King looked at the text on the dragon skin and shook his head.

"Not demon race text? Then what is it?" Zhou Xian was genuinely curious.

"This is a ritual incantation, well, forget it, you wouldn't understand."

System prompt: Martin Luther King is teaching you ancient dragon race text. Do you accept?

Zhou Xian was even more shocked.

"This is actually dragon race text?!"

Of course, Zhou Xian didn't forget to accept the prompt.

After accepting it, Zhou Xian gradually understood the meaning of the strange text.

"Heaven and Earth Bright Sword Burn Silent…? Where did this third-rate seven-character verse come from?" Zhou Xian wondered.

"What seven-character verse!" Martin Luther King jumped up: "This is an ancient dragon race incantation! Do you understand what an incantation is!"

"I really don't know, but what does this sentence mean?" Zhou Xian asked curiously. The incantation itself was fine, but its appearance in the real world was problematic. Since Martin Luther King had interpreted it using the dragon race language, it meant that this wasn't an illusion.

"This matter involves a legend related to the ancient dragon race. 'Heaven and Earth Bright' probably refers to the time before Asura came to this world. As for 'Sword,' it refers to the Wu Jin Tian Kui Sword. This sentence seems to be talking about an ancient event. The following sentences are probably a third-rate seven-character verse praising a hero."

You also complained about it, didn't you?

Although Zhou Xian wanted to say that, thinking about the fact that this had appeared in the real world made him feel uneasy.

"By the way, Zhou Xian, how did you know the dragon race language? On the Central Continent, ancient dragon race text is probably not very common, right?"

"Uh, I saw it by chance." Zhou Xian said: "I thought it was an illusion, but now I'm relieved."

"Tsk, tsk, this isn't something you can see by chance. Moreover, the dragon race text has great power. You should have felt it when you wrote it, right?"

"Um, yes."

Zhou Xian looked at his MP, which hadn't fully recovered yet.

"This is probably some text used to summon a fierce dragon. The 'Heaven and Earth Bright' part has a good meaning, but the 'Sword Burn Silent' part is clearly filled with malevolent energy. Wherever this text appears, it won't be long before bloodshed occurs, and then a fierce dragon will descend. This is not a good omen."

"Fierce dragon? What's that?"

"Zhou Xian, although the dragon race hasn't appeared for a long time, you don't think they are all naturally benevolent, do you? Without mentioning others, the 'Nine Abyss' sealed by the Great Sage of the Nether Butterfly in the Sea Eye, the leader of the Seven Cultivated Sea, is a terrifying fierce dragon. In the past, Nine Abyss destroyed the Immortal Island where the Great Sage of the Nether Butterfly practiced, using his power as the Nine Abyss Coiling Dragon to attract hurricanes, lightning, and tsunamis to the Immortal Island, making the Lord of the Spirit Light Island struggle to cope, and then killed him."

"So Nine Abyss is a dragon…?"

Zhou Xian was hearing this for the first time.

"Of course, most dragons are rational, but if you encounter a fierce dragon, run as far as you can. Without mentioning others, the creature sealed in the Dragon Tomb is also a similar fierce dragon."

Zhou Xian's mouth twitched.

The Wu Jin Tian Kui Sword was originally a tool to seal the fierce dragon in the Dragon Tomb. After Zhou Xian pulled it out, the creature was probably less than a year away from breaking free.

"Is this considered being in deep trouble?"

Zhou Xian smiled bitterly.

"By the way, Martin, where do you think this text I saw is most likely to appear?"

"Anywhere is possible. However, be careful. People who can learn the dragon race language are extraordinary. You can see these words because you have slain a true dragon and possess the power of dragon fire. To others, these things are incomprehensible. They can't even 'understand' them. To ordinary people, ancient dragon race text is just a chaotic, twisting mass. That's why the dragons themselves often use demon race text that resembles their own, rather than their own text."

"Is ancient dragon race text really that terrifying?"

Zhou Xian was amazed.

"Hmph, didn't you just try it? The dragon race text itself requires great power to bear. If you use ordinary paper and pen, what happened just now is very normal."

Zhou Xian was truly impressed by the dragon race text.

"The ancient dragon race is really powerful; even their writing has such great power."

"Hmph, what's the use of being powerful? If you can completely repair the Wu Jin Tian Kui Sword, you will have the strength to fight the dragon race!"

Zhou Xian didn't care about this point. He was thinking about the appearance of the dragon race text in the real world.

"Zhou Xian, where you saw these seven characters, you must erase the text and, if possible, catch the person who wrote it. This person must be up to no good."

"Um, I understand. But… if these words remain, what will happen?"

"Hmm, I can't judge that well because you only gave me one incantation. Do you know if anything significant has happened in the area?"

Zhou Xian thought for a moment and then asked, "Does a mass incident count?"

"Um, I understand. This is probably to collect malevolent energy. This is a very dangerous task. However, this is impossible. In a densely populated area, countless malevolent energies would be generated, and capable people would have already discovered everything and taken action."

Unfortunately, Martin Luther King didn't know about a world called Earth without magic or spells.

The situation seemed to be getting worse.

"It looks like I have to solve this."

Zhou Xian sighed and then logged out.

Although he didn't know how the dragon race language appeared in the real world, the ominous feeling in his heart made him take the matter seriously.

After logging out, Zhou Xian thought for a moment and then took out a piece of paper and a pen.

He wrote down the seven dragon race characters in his mind.

"It's probably not possible in the real world…" Zhou Xian found that he could write these characters in the real world.

However, just as he finished writing, before he could celebrate, he suddenly felt warm liquid flowing from his nose, and his head became dizzy.

"Nosebleed?"

Zhou Xian put down the pen and got up to look for a tissue.

"Clack—"

The pen Zhou Xian had just placed on the table suddenly broke apart.

Zhou Xian stared blankly at the useless pen for a long time, unable to say a word…