Chapter 65 The Birth Of A Dragon



Before commencing today's chapter, I humbly extend my apologies to all of you for the lack of intricate details in the concluding portion of yesterday's chapter. Regrettably, I was in a state of ill health, beset by a pounding headache and labored breathing. Moreover, a mild fever further impeded my ability to concentrate on writing. I have sought medical consultation and diligently followed the prescribed course of treatment, and I am pleased to report that my condition has significantly improved. Rest assured, dear readers, I am now in a much better state to resume crafting the narrative.

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Within the confines of the luxurious bath, Yuan reveled in the sight of his wives' naked bodies, savoring the softness and delicacy of their skin as they immersed themselves in the warm water. His hands caressed their curves, his fingertips tracing the contours of their forms, igniting a sensual connection that transcended words.

The flickering candlelight danced across their glistening skin, accentuating the allure and beauty that radiated from each of them. Yuan's heart overflowed with love and desire as he embraced his wives, cherishing the intimacy they shared in this private sanctuary.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room filled with an air of secrecy, five figures concealed in black hooded robes sat around a round table. Their faces remained hidden in the shadows as they discussed their sinister plans.

One of the figures spoke up, relaying the message they had received from Butler Josh. "Lord Ethan Lewis, along with his wife and son, will be arriving here tomorrow evening. They are aware of the situation involving their impotent son and are coming for revenge."

Another figure chimed in, a tone of deep resentment evident in their voice. "We know very well why they are coming. The young boy named Yuan has dealt a severe blow to their pride. Their son has been rendered impotent by his actions."

A third figure interjected, a hint of intrigue in his voice. "But this Yuan... There is something peculiar about him. I can't quite put it into words, but he exudes an aura of strangeness."

Nods of agreement rippled across the table as another figure added, "Indeed. Not only Yuan, but his four female companions are equally enigmatic. I am a peak Fourth-Circle mage, yet I could not detect a trace of mana from their bodies."

The others exchanged glances, acknowledging the anomaly. One of the figures continued, "Not only are they devoid of mana, but their physical strength surpasses that of an Orc Lord. The young man withstood a direct blow from the orc lord without a scratch, which defies all logic."

He paused, the weight of the situation heavy on his words. "What is even more perplexing is that they handled the situation with ease, as if it were an everyday occurrence. And that mysterious attack... It eradicated the orc lord from existence. Its nature eludes comprehension, but its destructive force is beyond our means to handle."

Another nodded figure chimed in, his voice laced with seriousness. "Whatever it was, it was not a mere magic spell. It possessed an otherworldly quality, something beyond our understanding."

The figures fell into a momentary silence, contemplating their next move. Finally, one of them spoke up, his voice filled with excitement. "Should we wait for Lord Ethan to arrive and capture Yuan and his female companions? They must be vulnerable and defenseless, resting at their mansion after the ordeal with the orc lord and his horde."

Another figure eagerly concurred. "Yes! This is the perfect opportunity to seize them and present them to Lord Ethan upon his arrival. And in the meantime, we can indulge in the company of these four heavenly beauties."

The remaining figures nodded in agreement, their dark intentions palpable. One of them spoke with a mix of desire and anticipation. "Indeed, these beauties are unlike anything I have ever seen. They possess an ethereal allure, like goddesses descended from heaven. Such an opportunity may never present itself again."

The other four figures nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. One of them added, "Number four is right. It's the best chance to catch them off guard and indulge in the company of those enchanting beauties. They are like divine goddesses, and an opportunity like this won't come again."

Their sinister plans solidified, the figures continued to discuss the logistics and details of their scheme, their voices hushed and filled with malicious intent. In their minds, capturing Yuan and his wives presented an opportunity for revenge, pleasure, and the acquisition of power.

Unbeknownst to them, within the sanctity of the main bathroom, Yuan and his wives found solace and love in each other's arms, oblivious to the impending danger that lurked just beyond their sanctuary.

As Yuan made his way back to his bedroom, anticipation filled his heart. He had just enjoyed a satisfying dinner with his two mothers, Anna and Grace, his elder sister Lily, and his beloved Emma. 

Thoughts of the sword he obtained from slaying the Orc Lord danced in his mind, but there was another matter that occupied his thoughts—the dragon egg he possessed. He was eager to feed it the "Spiritual Water" and witness its hatching.

Entering his bedroom, Yuan's gaze fell upon the dragon tattoo on his arm, measuring 18 centimeters in length. A gentle smile graced his lips as he regarded the intricate design. Whenever his eyes met the tattoo, he couldn't help but feel a deep affection toward it.

With a smile still playing on his face, Yuan voiced his plans aloud. "First, I should feed the Spiritual Water to the egg, so it can hatch faster. I'm curious to see how my first wife will look." The idea of retrieving the egg from his soul space began to form in his mind.

In response to his thoughts, the crimson dragon tattoo on his hand emitted a radiant glow, blending shades of crimson and gold. A ball of crimson light burst forth from Yuan's chest, and on his bed, a five-foot-tall egg materialized. It was covered in a mesmerizing combination of crimson and black scales, adorned with delicate golden lines.

To examine it more closely, Yuan activated his "Divine Sense." As his senses expanded, he could feel the pulsating energy emanating from the egg. With a surprised tone, he exclaimed, "The cultivation base of the egg has increased to the fifth level of the Spirit Master realm! That's four levels higher than me!"

Gently placing his hand on the egg's surface, Yuan spoke softly. "It won't be long before we can meet in person." In response, the egg trembled slightly, as if it understood Yuan's words.

With a contented expression, Yuan retrieved a small clay bottle adorned with delicate designs from the system storage. Inside was the precious Spiritual Water he intended to feed the egg. 

However, he faced a dilemma—how many drops should he give it? Yuan couldn't risk feeding it all and potentially damaging his future wife. To find an answer, he decides to ask Nora for guidance.

"Nora, how many drops of Spiritual Water should I give the egg for it to fully hatch?" Yuan inquired.

Without delay, Nora responded, advising him, "You should feed half of the Spiritual Water to the egg. That should be sufficient for hatching without any side effects."

Expressing gratitude, Yuan thanked Nora, and in turn, Nora replied, "It was a pleasure to assist the host. I am always here to help."

With newfound clarity, Yuan prepared himself to feed the Spiritual Water to the egg, his heart brimming with excitement. Little did he know that this act would set in motion a chain of events that would shape his destiny and the lives of those around him.

Yuan proceeded to carefully administer the Spiritual water, following Nora's recommendation. As he poured the drops onto the egg's surface, a radiant light enveloped the room, signaling the beginning of a profound transformation. 

Yuan watched with anticipation, his heart filled with hope and excitement for the impending hatching of the dragon egg and the subsequent reunion with his beloved first wife.

Yuan watched in awe as the mixture of crimson and gold light enveloped the dragon egg, eagerly anticipating the moment of its hatching. Gradually, the intensity of the light began to fade, and his ears caught the distinct sound of cracking eggshells. Each crack grew in number, covering the entire surface of the egg.

Then, with a sudden motion, the top of the egg crumbled, revealing a delicate hand belonging to a beautiful woman. The hand possessed long, sharp black fingernails, captivating Yuan with its elegance. Just from glimpsing this hand, Yuan could already sense the extraordinary beauty of his first wife.

As the eggshell continued to break apart, another hand emerged, tearing away the remaining fragments. Before Yuan stood an ethereal woman with long black hair blended with hints of crimson. Her otherworldly facial features, accompanied by a pair of bright golden eyes adorned with vertical pupils like those of a reptile, captured Yuan's attention. Two long, crimson-red deer-like horns, approximately 25 centimeters in length, protruded from her forehead. Completely exposed, her perfect curves and assets were visible to Yuan's admiring gaze.

He observed scales scattered across her body, decorating her chest, forehead, arms, and legs. Rather than detracting from her allure, the scales only enhanced her overall charm, leaving Yuan captivated by her beauty.

With a gentle smile, Yuan extended his hand towards his first wife and spoke, his voice filled with awe, "Welcome, my dear. I have been eagerly awaiting this moment, and you have exceeded all my expectations. I am Yuan, your husband. What shall I call you?"

The stunning woman met Yuan's gaze with a warm smile, her voice melodious as she replied, "Yuan, my beloved, you may call me Meili. I am honored to finally meet you. Thank you for bringing me into this world."

Yuan's heart swelled with happiness as he held Meili's hand, feeling an indescribable connection between them. He knew that their future together would be filled with love, adventure, and boundless possibilities.

As they stood there, embracing the joy of their reunion, Yuan's thoughts turned to his other wives—Anna, Grace, Lily, and Emma. He longed for the day when they would all gather and experience the happiness of being together as a family. With Meili by his side, Yuan was filled with hope, ready to embark on a journey that would forge unbreakable bonds and create a legacy that would be remembered throughout the ages.

Meanwhile, outside the confines of Yuan's home, the world was thrown into a state of chaos and confusion. The crimson lighting cracks that streaked across the sky sent shivers down the spines of the people, leaving them fearful and uncertain about the impending catastrophe.

"What in the world is happening?" cried out a bewildered townsperson, his voice trembling with fear. "I have never seen anything like this before. Could it be a sign of an impending disaster?"

A group of onlookers gathered in the town square, exchanging worried glances and anxious whispers. A woman with wide eyes and a quivering voice spoke up, "I heard rumors of strange happenings in the outskirts of the kingdom. Could this be the manifestation of those rumors?"

A man, his voice filled with concern, added, "The earth beneath our feet seems to tremble, as if it is trying to warn us. We must be prepared for the worst."

As the crimson cracks in the sky multiplied, panic spread like wildfire among the crowd. Speculations and theories began to surface, each more alarming than the last.

"It's the wrath of the gods!" exclaimed an elderly woman, clutching her chest in terror. "We have angered them, and they are punishing us."

A younger man interjected, his voice tinged with skepticism. "Nonsense! This is the work of dark magic. There must be a powerful sorcerer behind all of this."

A voice from the back cried out, "I've heard tales of ancient prophecies that foretell the end of days. Could this be the beginning of that prophecy?"

Whispers and murmurs filled the air as fear took hold of the crowd. People sought solace in one another, desperately seeking answers and reassurance amidst the growing turmoil.

Amidst the chaos, a seasoned scholar stepped forward, his voice carrying a semblance of authority. "Friends, let us not succumb to panic. We must remain calm and gather as much information as we can. Only then can we understand the true nature of this phenomenon."

His words resonated with some, and a semblance of order started to emerge. People formed small groups, sharing their observations and attempting to piece together the puzzle before them.

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