Chapter 12: The Dragon Transformation Competition

  Vote for me! Collect!

  "I've heard that the fingers are connected to the heart. If each of your ten fingers were broken one by one, I wonder what it would feel like?"

  Yang's delicate face wore a smile, but in the eyes of the folding fan man, it was an extremely ferocious and demonic appearance.

  "Whoosh"

  Yang instantly jumped onto the man's body and patted him with her hand.

  "Crack"

  The man's arm was broken in an instant, and the intense pain caused him to let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

  His arm was unloaded, and Yang Yi was no longer afraid of the poison on the man's hand. He reached out and grabbed it, pulling off the green glove on the man's hand.

  This glove, however, has some unique features. It appears to have a faint layer of cyan color that is not very noticeable. However, upon closer inspection of the glove, one can see some cyan-colored powder on it. This powder is actually a toxic substance, and once someone puts it on their hand and applies force, the powder will be shaken off and instantly kill the person.

  Yang Yi said lightly: "It's really a good thing, huh, such a violent poison, I'm afraid that except for masters with condensed blood above five levels, anyone who touches it will die!"

  Yang put away his gloves and gently took the man's hand, a smile on his face, one by one, he brutally broke the man's fingers.

  They say that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and indeed they are. Such torture makes a man sweat profusely and scream hoarsely, and eventually even faint from the pain.

  Yang woke the man up with a slap and said coldly, "You're really a waste of space. If you want to play tricks again, I guarantee there are even more painful methods than this one. Do you want to try?"

  The man's eyes were filled with an incomparable fear, and he shook his head like a rattle drum, saying: "You want to know what, I'll tell you everything."

  Yang Yi stood up, his eyes sharp as a knife, and asked: "Who are you three? Where did you get this dragon-changing order?"

  The man said weakly: "We are the three freaks, the second is good at disguise, we three are actually all disguised, relying on this unique disguise method, we specialize in doing things that seize people's essence and blood, and snatch treasures. Just ten days ago, we saw the young master of Jinyang Mansion with only three guards outside the city, and the three of us disguised ourselves and killed the young master's guards in one go, and also snatched this dragon token from the young master, but unfortunately, he still managed to escape."

  Yang Yi hesitated for a moment, then suddenly shouted loudly: "Humph, you still dare to lie, it seems that you want to taste the pain that is ten times more painful than the 'Ten Fingers Linked Heart'!"

  The man immediately showed a look of horror in his eyes, and his body was trembling with fear, hastily saying: "I dare not, I dare not, what I said earlier was absolutely true, without any deceitful words!"

  "What? No deceitful words? Just now you said that the Huálóng Lǐng was snatched from the young master of Jīnyáng, and this is indeed Jīnyáng City. That young master has successfully escaped, and with the power of the Jīnyáng government, they can't even find you here?" Yang's eyes narrowed as he immediately discovered something amiss, and with a sly smile, he walked towards the man.

  "Hold on, hold on," the man hastily shook his head and said. "Please listen to me, young hero. Since we are called the Three Freaks of the Hundred Transformations, it's not an empty name. Among us three, my second brother is a master painter with a special skill that allows him to disguise himself so perfectly that no one can detect any flaws. If you don't believe me, take a closer look at big brother's face."

  A flash of sharpness flickered in Yang's eyes, his face full of suspicion, but he still quickly walked to the front of the scar-faced man, saw that the scar-faced man was indeed dead, and carefully looked at the scar-faced man's face.

  Yang Yi also gradually discovered the anomaly, stretched out his hand and lightly rubbed the scar-faced man's face, immediately peeling off a thin, cicada-wing-like human skin mask from the scar-faced man's face.

  "Huh? It's actually so amazing? Can't see it at all!" Yang Yi looked at the man with the scarred face after he removed his human skin mask, and clicked his tongue in wonder. The scar-faced man now didn't have the ugly appearance from before, but had transformed into a delicate and somewhat weak-looking face.

  The folding fan man slightly shook his head and said, "Young hero, this doesn't count as anything. Take a closer look again, this isn't big brother's true face. The three of us all have five faces!"

  "What? Again?" Yang Yi once again lifted the skin mask off the scar-faced man's face, and indeed, just as the folding fan man had said, a total of five human skin masks were lifted, each one vividly lifelike, with old and young, beautiful and ugly, truly encompassing all kinds of appearances.

  Yang Yi also believed the folding fan man's words, and coldly laughed: "You really have some skills, can you just rely on these disguises to swagger around in Jinyang City and continuously lure some fat sheep?"

  The folding fan man smiled wryly and said, "That's right, the three of us change our attire every day, relying on this disguise, and no one in the Jin Yang Fu has discovered anything. However, we didn't expect to capsize in a ditch and run into Young Master!"

  The man with the folding fan really showed a look of regret in his eyes, what he feared most was walking at night and running into ghosts, but this time he didn't run into a ghost, instead he ran into a ruthless and poisonous devil.

  Yang's eyes sparkled with a hint of sharpness, and he picked up the Huálóng Lìng that the man had dropped earlier. He examined it carefully and asked, "Is this Huálóng Lìng genuine?"

  The folding fan man nodded and said, "It's true. Who dares to impersonate the Huálóng Lìng? Moreover, the Huálóng Lìng is issued by the Huálóng Palace, it cannot be damaged by knives or swords, nor can it be soaked in water or fire. This is indeed a genuine Huálóng Lìng!"

  Yang stretched out his hand and slapped it down fiercely.

  Bang

  A huge force that could shatter hard rocks into pieces, yet not a single scratch was left on the small Huáng Lóng token. Yang Yi couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder.

  Yang held the Huálóng Lìng in one hand and asked, "Just now you said that this Huálóng Lìng was made by Huálóng Palace. What is its function? Why are they all scrambling to seize it?"

  The folding fan man's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and his face showed a thread of doubt: "What? Didn't the young hero recognize the Huálóng Lìng just now? Doesn't the young hero know the use of the Huálóng Lìng?"

  A glint of ferocity flashed in Yang's eyes, and he said coldly, "If I knew, would I still need to ask you? Speak quickly, or else I'll let you experience a method that is ten thousand times more painful than the Ten Fingers Linked Heart technique."

  "Yes, yes, I said, I said!" The man was indeed frightened by Yang's ruthless tactics just now.

  "This dragon scale order is made by the Dragon Palace, and no one knows how many there are. However, the Dragon Palace has set a rule that as long as you collect five dragon scales, you can go to the Dragon Palace and become an official disciple, and it's forever effective. Ah, it's precisely because of this rule that countless cultivators have gone crazy for it. You know, the Dragon Palace is truly a behemoth, a giant in the world. There are countless cave masters in the world, but they are all appointed by the Dragon Palace.

  Inside the Dragon Palace, there are countless high-level experts with condensed blood above five levels, and many shape-shifting experts. There's even rumors that inside the Dragon Palace, there are terrifying Transcendent experts. The sect has countless techniques, martial arts, and endless supplies of precious elixirs and treasures. They will even dispatch mysterious and infinite magical artifacts. So, the temptation of the Dragon Palace to everyone is imaginable."

  The man finished speaking, still with a look of yearning. This Huā Lóng Gōng was indeed an enormous entity, even the masters who could transform into dragons were numerous, and even Yang Yi didn't dare to imagine how powerful it was.

  The folding fan man paused for a moment, then continued: "However, this condition is tempting, but the Huā Lóng Lìng (Dragon Transformation Order) is not that easy to obtain. No one knows who owns the Huā Lóng Lìng, and once the news leaks out, even the master of the mansion may be calculated and assassinated. Therefore, over the years, those who can gather five pieces of Huā Lóng Lìng are really few."

  Yang raised an eyebrow and said: "Oh? If that's the case, why are there still people who want it at all costs?"

  The man's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, but seeing Yang's sharp gaze, he didn't dare to hide anything and said: "This is because all these people want to get a piece of the Dragon Transformation Token to participate in the Dragon Transformation Grand Competition. The Dragon Transformation Grand Competition is a grand competition held by the Dragon Transformation Palace every hundred years, and each participant must be someone who has been cultivating for less than a hundred years and has not broken through the Fifth Layer of Blood Condensation. Once you participate in the Dragon Transformation Grand Competition and emerge as one of the top thousand, you can directly become an official disciple of the Dragon Transformation Palace. Compared to those five pieces of the Dragon Transformation Token, although it's still possible to die in the competition, at least there's hope of entering the Dragon Transformation Palace, gathering all five pieces is just too difficult."

  "Oh? So I can participate in the Dragon Transformation Competition with just one piece?"

  A flash of inspiration flickered in Yang's eyes, as if he was carefully considering something.