Jiangbei City, a desolate cemetery in the suburbs.
It was nearing noon, deserted.
A man in his early twenties, with messy hair, wearing tattered clothes, and a weathered face, knelt before a grave.
"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, but I have to use that thing after all!"
Tears welled up in the man's eyes as he kowtowed repeatedly, filled with guilt.
His name was Lu Yang, from Jiangbei.
The grave before him contained his biological parents.
They had passed away in an accident when Lu Yang was very young.
Lu Yang, only eight years old, grew up with his grandmother.
Before they died, his parents had given him something, a box passed down in their Lu family for hundreds of years.
They had instructed him: "This matter is too serious. Do not use it unless absolutely necessary."
Lu Yang strictly followed his parents' teachings. To prevent the box from being lost, he buried it in a secret compartment next to the tombstone.
Now, the time had finally come to use this box.
His grandmother, who had raised him, was seriously ill, and the medical expenses were astronomical.
Lu Yang sold their ancestral home, but it was merely a drop in the bucket, far from enough.
In desperation, Lu Yang thought of the Lu family heirloom, which became the only thing that could save his grandmother.
He kowtowed a few more times, then slowly pried open the secret compartment.
Just as he was about to retrieve the item inside, his phone rang.
Lu Yang stopped and looked at the caller ID.
"Lu Yang, where are you? Hurry to Grandpa's house, Grandpa's house has a big cake!"
Tian Shimin said in a childish voice into the phone.
Lu Yang frowned. "Shimin, I'm sorry, I'm a bit busy right now and probably can't make it."
"What? You can't make it?"
A startled cry came from the phone.
The woman who called was Tang Shimin, Lu Yang's wife.
Three years ago, by chance, he had saved Tang Shimin from a car accident. Although her life was saved, unfortunately, her intelligence was affected, reducing her to the mental capacity of a six or seven-year-old child.
Without any hesitation, Old Madam Tang married her granddaughter to Lu Yang and gave him ten thousand yuan every month as his grandmother's medical expenses.
At that time, Lu Yang and his grandmother were dependent on each other. With his own capabilities, he naturally could not afford the exorbitant medical fees, so he complied with Old Madam Tang's wishes and became a live-in son-in-law.
However, Old Madam Tang passed away before the wedding could be held.
Over the past three years, Lu Yang and Tang Shimin had developed feelings for each other. Lu Yang cherished this simple-minded girl dearly, and Tang Shimin saw Lu Yang as her sole support.
Unfortunately, all the members of the Tang family were arrogant and snobbish, looking down upon the poor Lu Yang.
Tang Shimin was also a renowned beauty in Jiangbei, and everyone felt that a toad had indeed eaten swan meat.
For several years after the marriage, the Tang family had humiliated him in every way, wanting to drive Lu Yang out.
If it weren't for Old Madam Tang's dying words, Lu Yang would have left the Tang family long ago.
Today was the 70th birthday of Tang Yuan, the head of the Tang family, a day of universal celebration.
Alas, his urgency to save someone left him with no desire to attend.
On the phone, Tang Shimin was about to say more when her phone was snatched away.
"Lu Yang, you useless live-in son-in-law, who gave you the guts to not come to Grandpa's birthday banquet?"
The speaker was Tang Zixuan, the most favored grandson of the Tang family. He was extremely arrogant and particularly looked down on Lu Yang.
"I'm sorry, I have something very important to attend to, I really can't make it."
Lu Yang said calmly.
Before Tang Zixuan could reply, an angry roar came from the phone.
"This good-for-nothing, has he eaten the heart of a leopard? He dares to skip my birthday banquet? Is he tired of living? From now on, he is forbidden from entering the Tang family's door!"
Tang Yuan, leaning on his cane, struck the ground heavily and roared angrily.
Tang Zixuan asked smugly, "Grandpa wants me to ask you, are you tired of living? If you don't attend today, don't ever come back to the Tang family!"
"Visiting the grave!"
Lu Yang replied calmly.
Boom!
The entire venue instantly exploded.
Because Tang Zixuan had turned on the speakerphone, everyone heard very clearly.
"What does this good-for-nothing want? Is he rebelling? To go visiting graves on Grandpa's birthday banquet?"
"Such an idiot should be expelled from the Tang family immediately. He's simply a disgrace!"
"Exactly, break his legs and then expel him from the Tang family!"
"..."
The Tang family members immediately shouted, their profanities endless.
Tang Ziqi, Tang Zixuan's sister, snatched the phone.
"Lu Yang, you useless live-in son-in-law, how dare you go visiting graves on my grandfather's birthday banquet? You son of a bitch, you've completely disgraced the Tang family! Don't you dare come back if you die out there!"
Tang Ziqi's vulgar language turned Lu Yang's face icy. He wished he could sever ties with the Tang family immediately, but unfortunately, given Tang Shimin's current state, Lu Yang could not simply leave. xxs壹贰
To prevent the Tang family from continuing their insults, Lu Yang directly hung up the phone and turned it off.
Lu Yang shook his head helplessly, then retrieved the small box from the secret compartment.
The box was palm-sized, its black-red surface immaculate despite the passage of time, clearly no ordinary item.
Lu Yang carefully opened the box, and instantly, a token shimmering with golden light caught his eye.
The token was carved with a golden dragon, hexagonal in shape, with a gem embedded in the center, shining brightly under the sun.
"What is this?"
Lu Yang suppressed his excitement and took out the token. The moment the token left the box, the ancient box instantly turned to dust. Meanwhile, Lu Yang's fingertip had been cut, and bright red blood flowed onto the token, instantly covering the golden dragon.
"Boom!"
The token emitted a golden light again, then flashed and returned to its ordinary state.
Lu Yang stared at the token for a long time without noticing anything unusual.
"Is this the heirloom my parents talked about, the Lu family's ancestral item?"
Seeing this, Lu Yang suddenly remembered the legend his grandfather had told him, a legend about the Black Dragon Token.
"Could all of this be true?"
Lu Yang stood in a daze, holding the Black Dragon Token.
At this moment, in a secret base in Yanjing, an elder was in a meeting when his personal guard rushed in and said to the elder directly, "King Feihu, the Black Dragon Token has moved!"
"What?"
Hearing his guard's words, the elder's body trembled violently. Then, tears actually streamed down his face.
"One hundred years, the Black Dragon Token has finally moved!"
The elder then burst into laughter. The reappearance of the Black Dragon Token signified the emergence of the Black Dragon King of this generation, who would once again hold up the sky of China.
"Locate the Black Dragon Token's position, and I will personally seek out the new generation Black Dragon King!"
The elder finished speaking and rose, leaving the conference room.
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