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The Master threw my skin into the pot. Long Luan ignited the fire. The Master took out various items and tossed them into the pot. Finally, Long Luan covered the pot with a lid. The Master gazed at the corpse of his disciple and sighed, "What a pity; he has no arms."
"If he had arms, he could have lived a few more years."
"What a shame, truly a shame."
"Well, it is what it is."
"Let him down," the Master said as he walked outside. Long Luan followed closely behind him, leaving as well.
I watched the Master's back and suddenly realized something was off. The kindness in his eyes had vanished. He looked so old, as if he could pass away at any moment.
I had been locked in the room for three days without a drop of water. I was so weak that my whole body trembled. Long Luan stood guard in the yard, watching over that pot without moving an inch.
During these three days, the fire never went out, and the blood in the pot changed from red to milky white. Every two hours, Long Luan would add more blood to the pot. But where did the blood come from? Whose blood was it? I dared not imagine.
On the third day, the Master appeared.
In just three short days, he seemed to have aged significantly. He leaned on a cane, making his way to the pot. Biting into his left thumb, he let three drops of blood fall into the pot. Then, without hesitation, he plunged his hand into the boiling liquid and retrieved the scales I had shed.
After three days of simmering, the scales had turned snow-white and transparent, devoid of any impurities. The master carefully folded the scales and set them aside before adding a few more ingredients to the pot, instructing Long Luan to let it simmer for another three days.
That night, my Dragon Mother returned. But wasn’t she dead? Killed by dragon father? So who was this?
The Dragon Mother slithered in from the wall, gradually approaching the drowsy Long Luan. Then, without warning, she swallowed me whole. A bulge formed in her body, slowly shifting until it settled into place. I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to breathe.
The Dragon Mother crawled toward me, wrapping her serpentine tail around me as if to carry me away. Just as we reached the window, a woman appeared in the courtyard—a woman who looked exactly like me. No, to be precise, she looked like my former self.
She was even more beautiful than I remembered, with skin as white as snow, lips a deep crimson, and a graceful figure. Every movement she made was filled with an alluring charm.
She looked at me and smiled, saying, “Where are you two going?”
The Dragon Mother ignored her and quickly crawled toward the courtyard wall. The woman calmly pulled a set of jingling bells from her sleeve and gave them a gentle shake.
Suddenly, the Dragon Mother lifted her head and then slammed down hard onto the ground.
Struggling, the Dragon Mother crawled once more toward the courtyard wall, but the ringing continued, and her speed slowed further. Eventually, she stopped at the edge of the wall.
She lifted her tail, trying to push me out. But I knew that even if I got past the wall, the Dragon Mother wouldn't be able to help me escape. So I said, "Dragon Mother, you should go on without me."
My master approached and placed a hand on the Dragon Mother's head. "You're still so stubborn," he said. "Enough. I don't want to torment you any longer. Let me give you some relief."
He drew a soft sword from his waist and severed the Dragon Mother's tail. Then he struck off her head.
Looking at me with a smile, my master said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
"Just..."
"You will forget everything as before."
"You will become my Snake Blood."
"With Snake Blood entering your body, you will transform from dragon to serpent, and the scales shed by Snake Embryo will remain immortal for a thousand years."
"The Flame Dragon Clan really is impressive; look how well they have nurtured someone like me, a mere mortal."
"You just need to obey and stay here."
I glared at my master with hatred.
"You don't need to look at me like that."
"You will soon forget everything."
"You will forget who you are."
"You will forget everything."
"Even if you hate me now, you will forget it all very quickly."
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