Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

But he never thought for even a single moment to go and pick one of these treasures. Temptations, he was well aware of them, the greatest danger on any cultivator. Many great cultivators, who had a bright future in front of them, fell when they failed in front of their own temptations.

But Arthur had his strong iron will inside his soul. Walking in this treasure trove, he didn't glance with greed or desire to anything, but he was looking. His eyes never ceased looking for a place he might get answers from, however after a few hours walking inside this seemingly endless valley, he couldn't find any clue of any academy here.

So, he had two options, either to retreat and drop the matter, as the place might have been abandoned for so long, or he kept looking here.

He had decided to wait, revise and wander the place again, trying to get the end of it. He had many clues that what he read about in the book was really true, not just a fantasy.

"Who are you?"

A voice suddenly appeared from his back, startled him. he jolted from surprise, turned hurriedly to look at who spoke to him, to find it was an exact copy of the dragon statue he found at the entrance, but it was much more smaller than that statue, despite the two had the same aura.

"Oh, venerable guarding dragon, I didn't intend to intrude here, I came just to…" Arthur spoke, cupping his hand, in an old familiar habit cultivators had in his previous world when meeting a senior or a being so strong like this dragon.

"Don't tell me what I already know. I asked you a question, who are you?" the dragon spirit asked, with fixed eyes on him.

"Me?" Arthur hesitated, as he knew in front of such a being he couldn't lie. He didn't know if mind reading existed in this world or not, but to be safe, he decided to answer with the most honest answer he could present.

"I'm called Arthur, a distant traveler from far."

"Hmm, that might explain a lot. You evaded the temptation that is casted on this place. you also evaded desperation, and showed your resolve in pursuing the truth and reaching your goal. Many had come before you, all perished, none managed to pass the test left by my masters, sigh."

The dragon spirit seemed tired, exhausted of some kind of wait, or the long time elapsed before Arthur came. Arthur understood this, but said none, as he knew he had to tread his way very carefully with this dragon spirit.

It wasn't a normal heavenly treasure guardian, it was a legacy keeper, some rare, extremely rare form of existence in the world.

"I have to admit, you have more knowledge than many of those who came here had. I heard my master once said he left many instructions for the later generations, so they would be prepared to survive without the presence of masters, but it seemed a certain force was trying to destroy all the evidence, all clues and info left by my master were destroyed over years."

The dragon spirit paused, as it looked towards the book in the hand of Arthur as it said with some excitation in its sound:

"All except the relic in your hand."

Arthur looked at that old, tattered book, in doubtful gaze. It wasn't nowhere to be related to any relic.

"Don't be this skeptical, as this book is just half of the relic, so you won't be able to sense it. by the way, how did you know all the stuff in your head? Huh? Pretty interesting knowledge though! It's a shame you came late, after the great war, and everything we once had was lost.

If not, I'm sure my master would be glad to adopt you as one of his main disciples. Anyway, as you reached this far, you could consider yourself my master only and remaining disciple, don't know if you would be happy with that."

The dragon spirit kept talking, and the more it talked, the more Arthur understood about what was going on.

So, there was a great war, and it seemed the dragonair side lost it, so they had to run for hiding or something. The academy was abandoned, and the master of that dragon had left behind many inheritances, and strangely enough the only remaining one left in this world was this tattered book in his hands.

This was pretty messed up info, that didn't even help him regarding his main problem, which was how to train and use the dragonair power. However, he was excited to be able to gain an inheritance to the master of this dragon.

"I know you are eager to learn how to control your powers, which I felt you tried to stir it before, nearly succeeded, but eventually failed," the dragon spirit said, "but let's leave this for later, shall we? First things first, you need to complete my master's test so you can accept the inheritance," the dragon spirit added.

The way he said it, and how Arthur's memories were full of many inheritances' tough tests, Arthur knew this last part wouldn't be this easy.

"Surely it's not easy, and the requirement for its completion is nearly impossible," the dragon spirit said, giving Arthur a little scare, "but my master didn't give you the test unprepared, you will gain great things in this test, things that would define the future of you, and shape the power you will wield."

The dragon words were vague, but for Arthur he knew that dragon was subjected to many restrictions, and he couldn't say a lot, considering he already said much.

"Great, I like smart dragonairs. So, tell me, are you ready to put your life on the line and risk it in this test?"

Actually, if Arthur was thinking rationally for a moment here, he wouldn't agree. He just came back from life, granted a new chance, which he could simply live it like a king in the clan that now his.

But, he wasn't that, he was a cultivator. Even if he was transmigrated, even if he came to a world without cultivation, his spirit remained true to his own beliefs, which never changed…

"I totally agree," he muttered, deciding for once more, to defy the heavens, and aim for the impossible.

That feeling, just that feeling was so intoxicating to him, that would drive him to do crazy things, risking everything, just for this tiny moment of feeling he now, after a long time, had.

"Great, as you agreed, I will now explain things amidst our way," the dragon spirit said, and before Arthur could ask or even open his mouth, the dragon spirit flew into the book he held in hand, and vanished, just like that, inside it.