The Tale of Murong Geng

I am Murong Geng. I cultivate the Dragon-Wolf Strength Realm and prove the Dao through strength.

But I have lost my memory.

A beautiful senior sister from the Xuanyang Sect saved me. She said my bones were red all over, which was strange, and that I had nearly been eaten by a wolf.

My master reforged my primal soul, and I gained the Purple-Crested Mad Dragon Soul.

The Panlong Mountains are the weakest region in the Yaoxian Martial Kingdom, a place for dead-last stragglers. Here, I founded the Dragon Dao Sect. I swear I will make the Panlong Mountains the strongest region in the kingdom and the Dragon Dao Sect its strongest sect.

My companions and I set off together on our martial path.

Lin Xiangshan is my brother, a guy who never brings his brains along, but a Gold Member of Spring Blossoms and Autumn Moons.

The Starfall Mouse, named Tianxing, handles the thieving. By my standards, anyone who crosses me is utterly wicked. Basically, any martial artist who fights me and survives gets stripped naked by it.

The griffin, named Tianjiu, handles aerial combat. It is the king of the skies, ruler of the airspace, while I am the god three feet above everyone’s head.

The Azure Luan Tiger, named Tianhu, had a winding journey before it arrived, and it is one of my proudest creations.

When we went to war on the Qilian Wasteland, some people called me a member of a fallen clan and said that if I reached the Heavenly Realm, I would face the Ten Calamities of Death and perish.

Please. I, Murong Geng, don’t believe in that nonsense. My fate is mine to command, not Heaven’s.

Heh heh… Ladies and gentlemen, just watch how I, Murong Geng, reshape the world and prove the Dao through strength.