Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 25: New plan

The moment the woman's blade found its mark—a deep, sickening sound echoed in the stillness of the forested area.

The blade sank deeper.

The leader's breath hitched.

His body stiffened.

His eyes—once filled with arrogance—widened in disbelief.

The woman herself faltered.

She had expected him to counter.

To smirk. To sneer. To mock her one final time before breaking free.

But instead—she felt it.

The sudden surge of power.

A terrifying, overwhelming force coursing through her body.

Her muscles tightened.

Her blood boiled.

Her Qi roared like an untamed beast.

And suddenly—Her blade pushed even deeper.

Flesh tore.

Bones cracked.

The leader gasped.

His mouth opened—but only a few words came out, "how did you-!?"

His body—once proud, once unshakable—began to tremble.

He tried to speak, to curse, to demand an answer. But only blood spilled from his lips.

His vision—once sharp and clear—began to blur.

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No.

This wasn't possible.

He was supposed to win.

He was the strongest.

He was the leader.

He was—

His body soon collapsed.

The woman stood above him, her breath ragged, uneven. Her arms—once weak, trembling with exhaustion—felt strangely powerful. "How did I!?" she asked herself.

Her fingers—still clutching the handle of her weapon—felt unshakable.

She stared down at the man who had tormented her for years.

Who had used her.

Who had betrayed her.

And now—he lay there, lifeless.

She had won.

Suddenly, a groaging laugh—deep, guttural, and mocking—shook her from her thoughts.

She turned.

"This..." she finally understood.

The monstrous, golden-eyed reptile was watching her with amusement.

His tail flicked lazily.

His massive jaw—lined with rows of sharp teeth—curled into a smirk.

His eyes gleamed.

Like a predator who had just witnessed something truly entertaining.

"Hah."

Wei Long let out a raspy chuckle, a low, grating sound as if he knew what she was thinking.

"You saw his face, didn't you?"

The woman's breath hitched.

His face.

For a moment—it's confirmed.

That exact moment.

His eyes widened.

His expression shifted.

That look of disbelief.

That look of utter betrayal.

That look of realization—too late to change his fate.

Her lips curled into a smirk. Shook her head and let out a breathless laugh.

"You're right."

She shook her head, a slight grin forming.

"It was hilarious."

Silence.

The tension faded.

The blood on the battlefield was still warm. But something shifted.

The woman turned toward Wei Long, her expression unreadable.

She took a slow, steadying breath.

Her muscles still ached from the poison, from the battle, from the sheer exhaustion weighing on her bones.

But her mind was clear.

She had won.

She had survived.

And now—she had a choice.

She exhaled.

Lowered her weapon.

Then, with deliberate slowness—she bowed.

Her voice—steady, respectful, devoid of arrogance.

"Now that I've won... can I tame you?"

Wei Long's brows lifted slightly.

His tail twitched.

His head tilted curiously.

Most people—after seeing his power, after witnessing his intelligence—would demand submission.

Would act entitled.

Would treat him as lesser.

But she didn't.

She understood.

She knew how to play the game.

She wasn't irritating.

A slow, amused chuckle rumbled from Wei Long's chest. His golden eyes gleamed with intrigue.

"Impressive."

He lowered his massive dinosaur head. A glow—soft yet ominous—soom began to pulse from his forehead.

The woman stepped forward.

Her fingers—still slick with blood—reached out.

Slowly.

Carefully.

With reverence.

Her palm pressed against the glowing mark.

And then—everything around them changed.

The world seemed to have faded and the air thickened. A rush of spiritual energy surged through the ground.

The sky—once dark and silent—shimmered with unnatural light.

The woman's body stiffened.

Her Qi stirred violently.

Something was...

Wrong.

At first, it was subtle.

A small, nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

Like a whisper.

Like a presence.

Like watching something.

Then—it grew stronger.

Her heart pounded.

Her breath quickened.

She felt it—something was invading her.

Not her body.

Not her Qi.

Her very soul.

Soon, the woman widened he eyes.

Her fingers twitched.

Her breath—shaky, uneven.

Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

And then—

The realization of what was happening came to her.

She wasn't taming him.

He was taming her.

Her body froze.

Her mind screamed, but her limbs refused to move.

This wasn't...

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

She was the one who won.

She was the one who was supposed to control him.

And yet—

She felt it.

Chains.

Unseen, unbreakable chains wrapping around her very soul.

Binding her.

Locking her.

Trapping her.

Her lips parted, trembling.

Her breath came out in short gasps.

She tried to resist.

Tried to fight back.

Tried to break free.

But it was too late.

The bond had been formed.

And she was no longer the master.

She was the servant.

After the taming, Wei Long's golden eyes flickered.

Something felt off.

The bond was complete.

But something was wrong.

He looked down at the woman.

Her face.

Her expression.

Pure, unfiltered horror.

His head tilted.

His brows furrowed.

Why...

Why did she look so shocked?

Didn't the system erase her memories?

Ding!

A sudden, mechanical chime echoed in Wei Long's mind.

A translucent system notification materialized before his eyes.

[ Warning!

[ Due to the target's Demonic Cultivation Nature, the Bio-engineered Cultivation Method has failed to erase memories.

[ However, full subjugation remains intact. ]

Wei Long's brows lifted slightly.

A rare flaw in his perfect system?

That was unexpected.

But not entirely problematic.

His golden reptilian eyes flickered toward the woman.

Xi Na's body trembled.

Her fists clenched. Her breathing was uneven, shaky. She was processing it.

The unthinkable reality—that she had been enslaved. And yet, she could still remember.

Wei Long chuckled darkly.

His massive dinosaur form loomed over her. Then, in a casual, almost mocking tone—"Ignore it. It's not that big of a deal."

Xi Na's head snapped up. Her lips parted slightly. Her mind raced.

But—she understood. She had no choice.

Soon, her trembling stopped. Her fingers unclenched. Her breathing steadied. With the slow motion of surrendering—she lowered her head.

A silent acceptance.

A submission without resistance.

Wei Long's eyes gleamed. A smirk curled across his monstrous jaw. "Good."

His voice was low, approving.

She was smart. She understood her position. She will be useful.

Wei Long's tail flicked lazily. His massive frame shifted slightly as he regarded her. Then, with a tone of casual curiosity—"tell me about your sect."

Xi Na's expression darkened.

Her hands clenched into fists once more—but this time, out of bitterness. Her voice—cold, resentful—"I... can't go back there."

Wei Long's brows lifted. He tilted his head, a silent invitation to continue.

Xi Na exhaled sharply. "Demonic cultivators are hunted in this land. The Autumn Dragon Sect and the so-called 'Righteous Sects' dominate the Shinoah Continent."

Her lips twisted in disdain. "We have no sanctuary. No foothold. No lasting power. Every time a Demonic Sect rises, they are crushed."

Wei Long's eyes narrowed.

No Demonic Sects?

His reptilian mind clicked.

This changed everything.

Xi Na's gaze sharpened.

"Only a handful of us survive in the shadows. We exist, but our numbers are few." Her voice dropped lower. "And I... am too low in rank to know where they are."

Wei Long frowned. The information was frustrating. The entire continent was a fortress of Righteous Cultivators. That meant his original plan of infiltrating a Demonic Sect was impossible.

He needed Demonic Sects to get stronger fast!

He let out a low, thoughtful hum.

Then—his gaze locked onto Xi Na.

"What would it take for you to be accepted back into your sect?"

Xi Na hesitated.

Then, her voice fell flat.

"Blood."

She lifted her gaze, dark and emotionless.

"I have to kill. Many of them. The righteous ones."

Wei Long nodded slowly.

Killing humans?

That wasn't a problem.

He had been a soldier in his past life.

He had seen the depths of human cruelty.

And now?

He wasn't human anymore.

To him, this was just another war.

And in war, only the strong survived.

Suddenly, Wei Long would mumble he had to do this. He could still remember the one who tossed him in the lower realm—the Blue eyes White Heaven Dragon Clan.

His golden eyes darkened.

If they ever descended to this realm—if they ever came for him again—He needed to be stronger.

Far stronger.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his massive jaw.

His tail flicked lazily.

Then—he spoke again.

His tone—low, thoughtful.

"Tell me, Xi Na..."

His eyes glowed with an unreadable intensity.

"What is the ultimate goal of every Demonic Sect?"

Xi Na hesitated.

Her brows furrowed.

Then—she answered honestly.

"I don't know. But from what I've heard... it's influence. Power. Control."

Her voice was measured.

"They want to carve a place in Shinoah. They want to rewrite the rules."

Wei Long's mind turned.

A slow, brilliant idea took root.

He wasn't just thinking about survival anymore.

He wasn't just thinking about getting stronger.

No.

He was thinking bigger.

A way in.

A way to change the very balance of this continent.

Not by destroying a Demonic Sect.

Not by joining one.

But by creating one.

A low, menacing chuckle rumbled from his chest.

He lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming with a new purpose. Then, with absolute confidence—he declared:

"I will turn the Autumn Dragon Sect into a Demonic Path Cultivation Sect."

His smirk widened.

"From the inside."

Xi Na's breath hitched.

Her eyes widened.

"What...?"

Wei Long's grin deepened.

"And I already have the perfect tool for the job."

His claws tapped against the dirt.

His tail curled behind him.

His voice—low, sinister, filled with amusement.

"The first human I tamed... Zou Fang."