I Took the Blame for My Brother for Three Years, Carrying the Bloodline of a True Dragon

Three years ago, Qin Jue took the blame for his second brother. He was sixteen the day he went in. On the day his three-year sentence ended, the Qin family's car waited outside the Third Prison. They weren't there to pick him up. They were there to stop him. That night, three years ago, 300,000 yuan worth of goods went missing from a warehouse in the west of the city. His second brother's name was on the sign-in ledger. The fingerprint on the case file was Qin Jue's. As for the last trace of True Dragon bloodline in the Qin family, it wasn't in the family records. It was in his bones. The bloodline recognized no person, only bone. It had slept in his bones for nineteen years. The day he got out of prison, it recognized its master. In return, he gained senses beyond those of ordinary people, a body that could endure even the gravest injuries, and memories that did not belong to him. The price was that one vertebra would stay cold forever. The harder he used its power, the deeper the cold sank. When it reached his heart, everyone in the city with even a trace of dragon blood would look up in the same direction. But in those three years, Qin Jue had understood one thing: Bloodline is the root. Bone is the form. That bone grew in his own body. No one could take it from him. His name had long since been crossed out of the family records. When the head of the Qin family heard he was out, he sent people to the prison gates first. Not because he was afraid Qin Jue couldn't make it home, but because he was afraid he would. The people of this city still don't know: those three years did not make Qin Jue smaller. They woke him up. The first thing he intends to do is make his father come see him in person.