"The summons is accepted." My own voice surprised even me. The crimson Dragon Execution Seal rested in my palm, its engraved dragon glaring upward like a silent judge. Around me, the courtyard remained frozen. No one questioned my decision. No one tried to stop me. They all knew refusing the summons was equivalent to declaring war on Dragon Palace itself.
Steward Xu studied me for several seconds before giving a slow nod. "You'll need to leave immediately." I slipped the execution seal into my pocket. "I'll go." "But not before I know one thing." His expression remained unreadable. "Ask." "If the First Elder truly wanted justice..." I met his gaze without blinking. "...why didn't he come to Master Liang's funeral?" The question hung in the air. Even Elder Han looked toward Steward Xu, waiting. For the first time since arriving, the old steward hesitated. "The First Elder hasn't left Dragon Palace Headquarters in over seven years." "Why?" "Because he claims an invisible enemy is waiting for him outside." A strange answer. Or perhaps... A truthful one. If the conspiracy reached the Inner Council, then even the First Elder might be living inside a prison built from suspicion. Less than an hour later, I stood alone inside Master Liang's private study. The sealed wooden box rested on the desk before me. Outside, preparations for my departure continued, but I ignored them. My master had left this for me. I refused to walk into a judgment without hearing his final words. I picked up the envelope. My fingers lingered over my name. Zane. Not Dragon Heir. Not Young Master. Simply... Zane. I carefully broke the wax seal. The paper inside had yellowed with age. Master Liang's handwriting was firm despite the years. If you are reading this... then I have already failed. My chest tightened. I promised your father I would protect both your life and your freedom. I succeeded only in the first. I swallowed hard. He had always blamed himself for forcing me toward a destiny I never wanted. You will soon discover that Dragon Palace is not what you remember. Do not mistake age for loyalty. Do not mistake titles for honor. Every sentence felt heavier than the last. Then my eyes reached a single line that stole my breath. The greatest lie ever told to you... was that your parents died in an accident. My heart stopped. No. I read the sentence again. The words hadn't changed. My parents... Murdered? Before I could continue, three sharp knocks echoed against the door. "Young Master." Elder Han. I quickly folded the letter and slipped it into my jacket. "Come in." He entered with visible urgency. "The helicopter is ready." I nodded. "I'll be there shortly." His eyes drifted toward the opened envelope. "You read it." "Only part of it." "Then you already know." I looked up sharply. "You knew?" His shoulders sank. "I suspected." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Because Master Liang ordered me never to." Silence stretched between us. Anger rose inside me. Not at Elder Han. Not even at Master Liang. At whoever had stolen the truth from me for so many years. The flight to Dragon Palace Headquarters lasted nearly three hours. No one spoke. Steward Xu sat across from me with his eyes closed. The rhythmic sound of the helicopter blades became the only conversation. I stared through the window. Mountain ranges disappeared beneath clouds. Cities faded into forests. Eventually civilization vanished altogether. Ahead... A mountain unlike any I had ever seen emerged through the mist. It rose almost vertically from the earth. Ancient walls wrapped around its cliffs. Watchtowers overlooked every approach. The sight pulled memories from somewhere deep inside me. I had climbed those stone stairs as a child. I had bled on those training grounds. I had left believing I would never return. Now... I was coming back as a man under judgment. The helicopter landed inside a massive stone courtyard. Rows of disciples immediately knelt. "Welcome back, Young Master." Hundreds of voices echoed together. Yet not a single one sounded joyful. Respect... Mixed with fear. As I stepped onto the ground, dozens of unfamiliar eyes followed my every movement. Some curious. Some cautious. Some openly hostile. News of my return had spread faster than the helicopter. A tall middle-aged man wearing a white jade ring approached. His silver robes marked him as an Inner Council elder. He smiled politely. "Young Master." "I am Second Elder Qin." "I've been assigned to escort you." My gaze settled briefly on the white jade ring. Lillian's warning echoed in my ears. Never trust the man with the white jade ring. Every member of the Inner Council wore one. Which meant her warning wasn't pointing toward one man. It was pointing toward an entire circle of suspects. "I'll walk," I said. Second Elder Qin smiled again. "As you wish." His smile never reached his eyes. The palace corridors hadn't changed. Ancient pillars. Dragon carvings. Silent guards standing like statues. But something felt different. Everyone watched me. Not with admiration. With calculation. As though each person had already decided whether I deserved to live. Finally we stopped before a pair of enormous bronze doors. Nearly twenty feet high. Each carved with dragons locked in battle. Second Elder Qin stepped aside. "The Council is waiting." Before I could move, Steward Xu quietly spoke behind me. "One final warning." I glanced back. "Once those doors open..." "...every word you speak will determine whether you leave this mountain alive." The bronze doors groaned open. Inside sat twelve elders arranged in a perfect circle. At the highest seat... An elderly man dressed in white slowly lifted his head. His eyes met mine. Cold. Ancient. Impossible to read. The First Elder. He raised one hand. The massive doors slammed shut behind me. Then he spoke the words that made every elder in the chamber tense. "Zane Long..." "...you stand accused of betraying Dragon Palace." The accusation echoed through the chamber like a hammer striking steel. No one spoke. No one even shifted in their seats. Twelve elders watched me with unreadable expressions while the First Elder sat motionless above them, his hands resting on the carved arms of an ancient dragon throne. I stood alone in the center of the hall. Accused. Not welcomed. Not mourned for Master Liang. Accused. The First Elder's voice broke the silence. "Do you deny the charge?" "I deny betraying Dragon Palace." His eyes narrowed slightly. "But I do admit something." A murmur rippled through the chamber. "I abandoned Dragon Palace three years ago." "I rejected the title of Dragon Heir." "I chose another life." I met every elder's gaze one by one. "But abandoning a title is not the same as betraying the people who wear it." The hall fell silent again. Second Elder Qin rose slowly. "Then explain this." An attendant placed several photographs onto a long table. They were projected onto a massive screen behind the elders. The first showed me entering the Shen family as a live-in son-in-law. The second showed me standing beside Lillian during a corporate event. The third... Made my blood run cold. It showed the destroyed memorial hall after yesterday's battle. Only one image had been highlighted. The Dragon Key hanging from my neck. Second Elder Qin clasped his hands behind his back. "You carried Dragon Palace's greatest treasure into the outside world." "You concealed your identity." "You refused every summons." "And because of your actions, Dragon Palace's location was exposed." His voice hardened. "Tell this Council why you should not be judged responsible." I understood immediately. Someone had carefully prepared this trial. Every piece of evidence pointed toward one conclusion. Me. The real traitors had turned me into the perfect scapegoat. "I have one question." The First Elder gave a slight nod. "Speak." I looked directly at Second Elder Qin. "Who informed the Black Dragon Alliance about Master Liang's funeral?" The chamber became still. No one answered. I continued. "The estate's location was secret." "The funeral time was known only to Dragon Palace." "The communications were jammed before the attack." I slowly reached into my pocket. "And after the battle..." I placed the black jade medallion onto the polished stone floor. It spun once before stopping. Every elder's face changed. Some showed surprise. Others... Fear. "That," I said quietly, "was left behind by the enemy commander." "It bears the emblem of the First Elder's Court." Second Elder Qin's calm expression cracked for the first time. "Impossible." "So you recognize it?" His mouth closed. Too late. The mistake had already been made. The First Elder's sharp gaze shifted toward Qin. "You identified the emblem... before examining it." A dangerous silence settled over the chamber. I wasn't the only one watching anymore. The elders had begun watching each other. Exactly what the real traitor feared. Steward Xu stepped forward. "Permission to address the Council." "Granted." He bowed slightly. "Yesterday's attack required information available only inside Dragon Palace." "The evidence suggests coordinated assistance from within." He gestured toward the medallion. "Whether that assistance came from one elder or several remains unknown." Several. The word landed heavily. Master Liang had been right. The conspiracy wasn't a single rotten branch. It had spread through the tree itself. One elder slammed his fist onto the table. "This is outrageous!" "Are we now accusing the Inner Council based on a trinket left by our enemies?" Another elder answered immediately. "Then explain how the attackers knew the funeral schedule!" Voices erupted across the chamber. "What if the medallion is fake?" "It cannot be forged!" "This trial is losing focus!" "No—perhaps this is exactly where the focus belongs!" The Council dissolved into arguments. For the first time, I saw uncertainty in the First Elder's eyes. Not weakness. Calculation. He had expected to judge one man. Instead, the entire Council had begun questioning itself. Then the massive bronze doors burst open. A bloodied messenger stumbled inside before collapsing to one knee. "First Elder..." His voice trembled. "Emergency report..." The chamber immediately fell silent. "What is it?" the First Elder demanded. The messenger struggled to breathe. "Shen Group..." My heart tightened. "...has officially lost control of its board." No. The messenger continued. "Victor Shen has declared himself Acting Chairman." "He has announced that CEO Lillian Shen voluntarily transferred executive authority before disappearing." A lie. Every word was a lie. The messenger swallowed again. "There is more." The First Elder frowned. "Speak." "Leon Graves has called a global press conference." The chamber's enormous display screen automatically activated. Live news filled the wall. Dozens of cameras flashed. Reporters crowded around a stage. Leon stepped confidently to the podium. Elegant. Calm. Perfectly composed. Then he smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen..." "I regret to announce that Shen Group's former CEO, Lillian Shen..." "...has agreed to become my fiancée." The hall exploded with disbelief. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails cut into my palms. I knew Leon. He wasn't making an announcement. He was declaring war. On me. On Lillian. On Shen Group. On Dragon Palace. Leon looked directly into one of the cameras. Then, almost imperceptibly... He smiled as though speaking only to me. "I look forward to our wedding." The broadcast ended. Silence crushed the chamber. Every elder slowly turned toward me. They expected anger. Rage. Recklessness. Instead, I took one slow breath. Then another. Because Master Liang had taught me something years ago. The calmest dragon... Was always the most dangerous. I raised my head and looked directly at the First Elder. "Postpone this trial." The First Elder's expression remained unreadable. "And why should I?" "Because if Leon Graves succeeds..." I let my words hang in the silence. "...Dragon Palace won't be judging a Dragon Heir." "It will be attending his enemy's coronation." Before the First Elder could answer, every light in the council chamber suddenly went black. Darkness swallowed the room. A deep alarm echoed through Dragon Palace Headquarters. Then a cold mechanical voice sounded from every speaker in the mountain. "Security breach detected." "Unknown intruders have entered the Inner Sanctum." The next announcement froze every elder where they stood. "Warning..." "...the Dragon Vault has been opened."Latest Chapter
Chapter 24
"Kai Long... has entered the Judgment of the Kings." The ancient announcement echoed through the throne room. The second throne finished rising from the stone floor with a deafening rumble. Golden chains wrapped around its armrests, each engraved with dragon runes so old they seemed to breathe. The First Dragon King's expression darkened. "This has never happened."The Dragon Slayer's crimson projection laughed. "Oh, it happened once." His words silenced every spectral king. "They simply erased the records." My pulse quickened. Erased? What kind of trial had Dragon Palace hidden even from its own successors? Before I could ask, the space above the second throne rippled. Golden light twisted into a familiar silhouette. "Kai!"He stumbled forward, blood staining the sleeve of his torn robe. His breathing was uneven, but when he saw me, a tired grin spread across his face. "I figured I'd find you making trouble." Des
Chapter 23
"Then prove it." The ancient voice rolled across the throne room like thunder. Every spectral Dragon King took another step toward me. Thousands of blades rose in perfect unison. The sound of steel sliding from its sheath echoed through the chamber until it became a single, deafening note. I instinctively lowered my stance.The First Dragon King lifted a hand. "Do not draw your weapon." I frowned. "They're about to attack." "They're about to judge." There is a difference. Before I could ask what he meant, the nearest specter appeared before me.He wore armor blackened by centuries of battle. A deep scar crossed his face from brow to jaw. His eyes were empty. "What did you sacrifice?" His voice sounded ancient. I answered without hesitation. "My freedom."The old king slowly shook his head. "No." His sword moved. Not toward my body— Toward my shadow. The blade passed through it. Agony exploded inside my ches
Chapter 22
"I've waited a very long time..." The man stepped down from the dragon-bone throne. Each footfall echoed through the chamber like a heartbeat. "...and unlike the first trial..." He stopped ten paces away. "...the second one can kill you."I tightened my fists. Unlike the golden version of myself, this man looked ordinary. He wore a weathered black robe with faded golden embroidery. His long black hair was tied loosely behind his back, and there wasn't a trace of martial aura around him. Yet the moment I looked into his eyes... My instincts screamed louder than they ever had against the Dragon Slayer. They weren't the eyes of a warrior. They were the eyes of someone who had witnessed civilizations rise and fall.The ancient voice echoed one final time. "Second Trial." "Judgment." Then... Silence."You expected a monster." The man smiled faintly. "I expected the First Dragon King." "I am." I frowned. "No." "You were." His smile w
Chapter 21
"Successors accepted." The ancient voice rolled across the mountain like thunder. Then the world beneath my feet disappeared. The collapsing floor of the Dragon Vault swallowed me before I could react."Kai!" My brother lunged toward me, but the ground split between us. Our fingertips came within inches before a wall of golden light erupted, separating us. "Zane!" His voice echoed into the darkness. Then silence.I crashed onto solid stone. Pain shot through my shoulders as I rolled to my feet. The Dragon Core was still in my hand. Its golden glow pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat.Where am I? I slowly looked around. The Dragon Vault was gone. Dragon Palace was gone. Even the sounds of battle had vanished. Instead, I stood inside an enormous underground world.Ancient pillars stretched toward a ceiling I couldn't even see. Rivers of molten gold flowed between broken stone bridges. Thousands of dragon statue
Chapter 20
My fingers tightened around the Dragon Core. The Dragon Slayer's words echoed through the shattered Dragon Vault. "Your father begged me to spare his sons." "I refused." For a heartbeat, I couldn't breathe. Then rage consumed everything. "You..." My voice was barely human. "You murdered him."The Dragon Slayer rested the crimson spear across his shoulder as though we were discussing the weather. "I did." His tone held no pride. No regret. Only certainty. "He fought well." "He died well." "He failed."The spear pulsed, releasing another wave of crimson energy. Fragments of unfamiliar memories slammed into my mind. A battlefield. Black skies. Thousands of Dragon Palace warriors. My father stood alone before an endless army, his dragon aura illuminating the darkness like a second sun. The same crimson spear pierced his chest. Even dying... He refused to kneel.The vision shattered. Blood trickled from my nose. The
Chapter 19
"Seal every exit!" The First Elder's command thundered through the Dragon Vault the instant the emergency warning ended. "No one leaves this mountain!" The surviving guards scattered without hesitation. Massive stone gates began sliding into place throughout Dragon Palace Headquarters while warning bells echoed from peak to peak. But I knew it was already too late.If ten thousand enemies had breached the outer barrier, someone inside had opened the way for them. Another betrayal. Another knife in Dragon Palace's back. I tightened my grip around the Dragon Core Kai had placed in my hands. It pulsed like a living heart. Warm. Heavy. Ancient.The moment my fingers closed around it, streams of unfamiliar energy flowed through my meridians, as if the Core recognized me. The old man watched with calm amusement. "So..." "It chose you." Kai stepped between us. "It was always going to." The old man's expression remai
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