Father, I'm a Dragon!

The waves roared, and the moon shone on the blue waters.

While inspecting his domain, the Lord of Ten Thousand Seas, master of the four seas, the deepest abysses, the rivers, and all aquatic life, found a little black-scaled snake and took him in as his adopted son.

He hung the little snake from his ear as an ornament, held him to his chest like a baby, let him absorb the essence of the sea and the moon's blood, and listened as he called him "Father King" over and over until the words became second nature. Yet after hundreds of years of raising him, the boy still looked like a youth.

The Lord frowned and could not help asking in his court, "Why has my son still not taken his true form?"

The little immortals looked at one another in bewilderment. "Um... what is he supposed to transform into?"

The Lord looked down at them and said with a cold sigh, "A snake becomes a jiao, a jiao becomes a dragon, and a dragon ascends to immortality. Naturally, he must become a jiao first."

The little black-scaled snake: Is it possible that I'm already a dragon?

The Lord did not understand the hint. He continued to dote on him and care for him, pouring immortal power into him, letting him sleep in his bed, and feeding him ten-thousand-year-old ginseng with his meals. Before long, the boy had grown tall and strong, his features increasingly sharp...

At last, the "good child" who had been urged to become a jiao could take no more. He transformed, wrapped his black dragon tail around the Lord's waist, and bared his fangs. "Father King, do I really have to become a jiao?..."

The Lord narrowed his eyes, a crack appearing in his stern face: ?

The Lord raised Zhaohai, and Zhaohai had no black dragon.

That was, until an immortal envoy rode the waves to Zhaohai's jade terrace, bearing a heavenly decree. "We have been ordered to apprehend the Demon Lord's heir. We beseech the Lord to understand the laws of Heaven and refrain from shielding him out of favoritism."

"The Demon Lord's heir?"

The good son, trying to play dumb, blinked his eyes earnestly. "..."

The gilded palace of water trembled. Suyi smiled serenely. "The Demon Lord is of the dragon race. My son is still young and has yet to become a jiao. How could he be a demon?"

Heavenly thunder: Shall we try a little smiting?

You thought this was a story about a black dragon gong who was the Lord's beloved son, but it's actually about a noble, beautiful Lord who wants no strangers near him as the shou.

Theme: Striving for the well-being of all under heaven and the happiness of one's family.