Dragon-Marked War God Chapter 4 – The Mighty Dragon Transformation Skill

“Scoundrel, you won’t escape the consequences of what you’ve done today that easily.”

Jiang Ru Long seethed with immense rage. He harbored an urge to reduce Jiang Chen to ashes on the spot. Today, Jiang Ru Long, Jiang Zhen Hai, and Mu Rong Zhan had all been outmaneuvered by Jiang Chen. What he simply could not grasp was how this hopeless fool had suddenly transformed into such a cunning schemer.

However, it was too late to reverse events now. He could only cling to the hope that Miss Mu Rong Xiao Rou was a graceful and lovely maiden. If she were truly beautiful, perhaps that would be enough to lift his dismal spirits.

“Miss Mu Rong has arrived.”

A moment later, following an announcement from the guards, a young woman draped in purple entered the hall.

The trio from the Jiang family turned their gazes toward the girl, and the instant they caught sight of her, their smiles froze completely.

Bang!

Jiang Zhen Hai’s wine glass slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor. The sight before him was enough to rattle even a man of his indomitable composure.

Jiang Chen let out a loud, involuntary cough. The girl standing before him reached a height of eight feet and perfectly mirrored her father’s brawny physique. That was not all; she resembled an imposing, stout man weighing no less than three hundred pounds.

‘Damn it! And her name is Xiao Rou…’

‘It is one thing to be muscular, but why style your hair in a braid that points straight toward the heavens? Do you genuinely believe that grants you extra height?’

‘And that face—the skin is incredibly oily, layered with rolls of excess flesh, not to mention those oversized, crimson lips! Imagine the sheer terror of her attempting to kiss someone.’

Ugh!

Jiang Chen felt nauseated deep down. Even as the former greatest Saint who had witnessed nearly everything under the sun, he had never laid eyes on someone so horrifyingly unattractive.

Yes, she sat at the pinnacle of ugliness, second to none in Jiang Chen’s estimation. The irony that her name was Xiao Rou was almost too much to bear.

His face flushed a deep red. Jiang Chen struggled to contain his mirth, though he was howling with laughter in the privacy of his own mind.

‘Jiang Ru Long, this is pure karma!’

Jiang Chen mused while he stifled a smirk, inwardly praising Mu Rong Zhan, ‘You are truly a remarkable father. You passed down such distinct genes to your daughter, and naming her Xiao Rou is sheer genius—her appearance possesses not a single trait related to that name.’

“Quickly, show Miss Mu Rong to her seat.”

Jiang Zhen Hai mumbled, coughing to mask his unnatural expression. Privately, he felt a wave of relief that it was Jiang Ru Long marrying into the family and not his own son. Had Miss Mu Rong been destined for his house, he would have become a laughingstock for all to see.

“Haha, Rou-Er, quickly come greet your future husband.”

Mu Rong Zhan beamed with pride, guiding Mu Rong Xiao Rou toward Jiang Ru Long.

Watching the handsome Jiang Ru Long, Mu Rong Xiao Rou’s eyes twinkled with undisguised adoration. She stomped toward him, hooked her arm through his, and cooed in the shrillest, sweetest voice she could manufacture, “My dear husband, this is my first time visiting the Mayor’s mansion. You must give me a tour!”

Jiang Chen nearly gagged. His internal organs cramped from the sheer exertion of stifling his guffaws. Miss Mu Rong’s “sweet” voice sounded more like the wailing of a wounded beast, sending a jolt of alarm down his spine.

‘Haha! One can only imagine what Jiang Ru Long is enduring right now… I bet he is praying for a swift end.’

“Indeed, Ru Long, show Xiao Rou around the estate.”

Jiang Zhen Hai chimed in, nodding stiffly.

“Yes, Father!”

Jiang Ru Long’s voice trembled visibly. His face burned crimson as the 9th level Qi Jing expert found himself dragged away by the grip of Mu Rong Xiao Rou.

“I wish you all the best, brother.”

Hearing Jiang Chen’s parting shout from behind, Jiang Ru Long nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Father, Uncle Mu Rong, since the decision is made, I believe it would be prudent to set a date and finalize the wedding ceremony.”

Jiang Chen suggested.

“Excellent. Tomorrow is an auspicious day; we shall hold the ceremony then.”

Mu Rong Zhan declared.

Thud!

Jiang Ru Long, barely out of earshot, collapsed to the floor upon hearing those words.

“Uncle Mu Rong is absolutely correct. For such a joyous occasion, we must proceed with haste. Father, please continue your discussion with Uncle, I shall take my leave.”

Jiang Chen saluted with clasped hands and departed.

Jiang Zhen Hai frowned, watching Jiang Chen’s retreating figure. He could not divine the boy's true motivation. It was painfully obvious that Jiang Chen had orchestrated this entire affair. He could not fathom why Jiang Chen would target Jiang Ru Long, especially after the latter had been so accommodating, and he was even more shocked by the stark shift in his son’s demeanor.

As for Jiang Ru Long, he could only exhale a heavy, desperate sigh, already plotting a path for future vengeance.

Jiang Chen retreated from the main hall and returned to his private quarters.

‘Hahaha, Mu Rong Xiao Rou… this is simply too much. Do not blame me for this setup, Jiang Ru Long. You initiated this conflict, now prepare to taste the bitterness of your own medicine.’

He laughed incessantly, picturing the grotesque image of Mu Rong Xiao Rou clinging to the miserable Jiang Ru Long. While the mental image made him want to retch, the sensation of exacting revenge was intoxicating. He realized that this form of retribution was far more satisfying than merely ending Jiang Ru Long’s life.

Jiang Chen no longer harbored bitterness over the previous attempt on his life, though he certainly didn't consider it finished. Since Jiang Ru Long had sought his death, he was now destined to perish at Jiang Chen’s hands.

For now, however, cultivation was paramount. The Saint Origin Universe worshipped only the strong. Everywhere one turned, high-level warriors commanded total respect. Though he had once been the greatest Saint, his rebirth meant starting from the ground up, currently languishing as a weakling at the 8th level of the Qi Jing Realm.

Back in his room, Jiang Chen locked the door and settled into a cross-legged position on his bed.

In the path of cultivation, the choice of technique was the cornerstone of one’s future achievements. The higher the grade, the greater the heights one could scale.

As the former greatest Saint, Jiang Chen possessed a vast repository of cultivation techniques. Revealing even one would be enough to trigger a bloody conflict across Fragrant Sky City. In the Saint Origin Universe, these skills were categorized into Mortal, Earth, Heaven, and Saint tiers. Jiang Chen knew three Saint-tier techniques so profound they defied measurement—surpassing even the most ancient lineages of the Divine Continent.

Yet, Jiang Chen chose to bypass these. Even in his previous life, he had discarded them.

The reason was his possession of another technique: the Dragon Transformation skill! He had unearthed it within an ancient ruin during his past life. This mighty skill was a relic from the dawn of time.

Jiang Chen estimated its potential eclipsed even the Saint-tier, reaching a realm entirely unknown even to him. It carried a single, brutal requirement: the practitioner had to restart their cultivation from level one. Having been a Saint already, he had never possessed the resolve to sacrifice his cultivation to master it. That had been his greatest regret.

Now reborn, he would finally grasp this opportunity. With his current foundation stuck at the Qi Jing realm and his Qi Sea and Mortal Core yet to form, the timing could not be better.

As he focused, the miraculous scripts of the Dragon Transformation skill flooded his consciousness. This technique was staggeringly powerful. It allowed the practitioner to merge with any form of blood in existence. The potential to harmonize with thousands of bloodlines alone was enough to boggle his mind.

Cultivating the Dragon Transformation skill would forge Dragon Marks within his Dantian. A single mark granted the practitioner ten thousand jin of strength, and one could theoretically condense up to 108,000 marks. The prophecy claimed that upon completing every mark, one could breach the Dragon Gate and undergo a true transformation into a dragon.

The sheer power of tens of thousands of marks was incomprehensible. Even Jiang Chen, the once-mighty Saint, felt a shiver of excitement. Should he reach that height, a single strike of his hand could lay waste to the world.

‘The Dragon Transformation skill also refines the physique to absolute perfection. My current body has been tempered by many pills, but it is still far too frail. I must ensure it survives the initial intensity of the cultivation.’

Jiang Chen commenced the process, drawing the Yuan power within his body into motion.

‘Seven small revolutions, seven large revolutions, coalesce into a spinning vortex to purge the impurities.’

Following the ancient manual, he split the internal circulation into two distinct regions, directing the Yuan power to flow clockwise in one and counter-clockwise in the other. He surrendered control to the technique, his body becoming like a finely tuned machine, working with relentless efficiency.

Boom!

The two opposing streams collided, forming a chaotic vortex in his Dantian that throbbed out into his entire frame.

Ugh!

Jiang Chen vomited a stream of black, foul blood, his body racking with searing agony as the impurities were violently expelled.

‘The Dragon Transformation skill is truly terrifying. This is merely the first step, and the pain is immense, yet it is worth every ounce of suffering. The results are already manifest—the ejection of these toxins proves the efficacy. Let us proceed.’

Drawing upon the indomitable willpower of his past life, he ignored the pain, his focus unshakeable.

‘Stay calm, total focus is essential. When the pressure reaches the threshold, the true transformation shall begin…’

Four hours passed!

Crack!

A crisp sound echoed within Jiang Chen’s frame as the vortex of Yuan power surged into his meridians, pushing his cultivation clear across the barrier and into the 9th level of the Qi Jing realm.