Chapter 0862: Slave Control Collar

Chapter 0862: Slave Control Collar

Qin Yun feared Long Cangsheng because he worried about being exposed as an impostor, which would lead to his demise. Alternatively, he might be forced to hand over the Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron.

Suddenly, he grew anxious, fearing that Long Yucang might reveal his true identity to Long Cangsheng.

Long Cangsheng retracted his dragon claw!

His dragon claw was a genuine, flesh-and-blood transformation—a true draconic transformation.

In contrast, Qin Yun's Sky Lion's Dragon-Subduing Claw was formed through energy-condensed power, fundamentally different in nature.

By comparison, Long Cangsheng's dragon claw was far more formidable, as it granted him part of a true dragon's power.

Most of the people present were members of the Long family, and they all coveted this stable draconic state.

In the past, some could transform partially, but they were unstable, prone to extremes, losing control, and even self-harm.

The greatest significance of achieving a draconic form was how it synergizes with the Heavenly Dragon Technique, unleashing even more devastating power.

This was precisely why the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Half-Immortals feared Long Cangsheng—in a direct confrontation, they stood no chance against him.

Long Cangsheng glanced at the barely alive Long Chuanwu and sneered, "Though this bastard's still alive, he'll suffer worse than death! Yutian, well done!"

Earlier, Long Cangsheng had stated that only by killing Long Chuanwu would Qin Yun receive a grand reward.

Since Qin Yun hadn't succeeded, he felt some regret. However, he dared not bring it up now, as he was deeply afraid of Long Cangsheng.

At the moment, he only wished to obtain the DragonPhoenix Martial Soul quickly and make it to the Nine-Dragon Demon Prison Tower.

"Yutian, I previously said that killing Long Chuanwu would earn you a great reward. But since you've left him in living hell, I will still grant you the promised reward!" Long Cangsheng declared.

"Thank you, Grandfather!" Qin Yun could only express his gratitude, though he now worried that Long Cangsheng might demand the dragon soul and his dragon-tracking compass back.

He realized that impersonating Long Yutian carried significant risks, he thought.

Long Cangsheng took out a thick book and handed it to Qin Yun, saying, "This is the 'Talisman Monarch Canon' I obtained by chance. It contains insights on crafting powerful talismans and monarch-class talismans—perhaps it will be useful to you!"

Qin Yun's heart pounded, his hands shook slightly as he accepted the book. He then glanced at Long Yucang.

The fact that Long Cangsheng had gifted him a rune-related tome suggested that he knew Qin Yun was skilled in rune arts.

Long Yucang must have told Long Cangsheng something!

Qin Yun hurriedly expressed his thanks and put the book away without reading it.

He then moved to the sidelines to rest.

Many of the Long family elders were green with envy, as they desperately wanted that book.

The Long family members also recalled that Long Cangsheng was not only immensely powerful but also a highly skilled Runes Master, which earned him the highest standing in the clan.

Resting on a bench outside the tournament grounds, Qin Yun whispered via spiritual transmission to Long Yucang beside him: "Brother, does your grandfather know my true identity?"

Long Yucang quickly replied, "I wanted to keep it from him... but he saw through you not being his grandson. Still, he’s grateful to you! Of course, I didn’t reveal you as Qin Yun—I only said you were a leader of a runic order or something!"

This eased Qin Yun's worries somewhat, as he felt Long Yucang was still trustworthy.

Long Yucang also valued his bond with Qin Yun, so he dared not disclose Qin Yun’s true identity. After all, Qin Yun possessed the Sky Lion inheritance and the Heavenly Lion Subduing Dragon Cauldron—both of which were existential threats to the Long clan.

Next up was Xian Rujing's turn!

Xian Rujing appeared remarkably calm, which struck many as odd. Despite her fiancé being reduced to a cripple, she showed no trace of sorrow.

Earlier, she hadn’t even approached Long Chuanwu or shown any concern for him as she had before.

But upon reflection, the crowd quickly understood—Xian Rujing would never willingly marry a cripple, so her reaction made perfect sense.

Though Long Chuanwu had once been a genius, he was now nothing but a worthless cripple. Being discarded was only natural.

The youth scheduled to face Xian Rujing conceded without even entering the arena.

Many sympathized with his decision—none could gauge her temperament.

What if she was suppressing her grief? If she suddenly unleashed her fury mid-fight, it would surely be fatal.

Despite it being nightfall, the tournament pressed on.

Qin Yun had been drawn twice, yet no one dared to face him!

Everyone had witnessed how brutally he had beaten Long Chuanwu, and Long Tao had even been killed earlier.

Terror of death drove them to concede before the matches began.

As night deepened, massive luminescent crystals floated above and around the vast tournament grounds, illuminating the arena.

Now, the final battle was about to begin!

Both Qin Yun and Xian Rujing had barely fought their way to the end—everyone else had forfeited out of fear of these two merciless warriors.

Thus, the final showdown was inevitably between Qin Yun and Xian Rujing.

Despite the late hour, the crowd’s excitement hadn’t waned—if anything, it had grown even more feverish.

"Xian Rujing was groped by that bald guy’s dragon claw technique, and her fiancé was left half-dead. I bet she’ll flay him alive right here!"

"Xian Rujing is at the late-stage Martial King Realm, with a legendary twin Divine Arts as a Martial King. Her Dao Core is undoubtedly fearsome—her strength is unquestionable. I wonder how that bald guy will handle her!"

"If I were him, I’d forfeit. Even if he only got a handful through her robes, that’s enough to brag about for life!"

"Let’s be honest—an ice-sculpted goddess like Xian Rujing is the kind you just want to conquer!"

Many engaged in rampant conjecture.

Xian Rujing announced coldly, "I lost to you in arm wrestling, and I won't accept this outcome! This time, I’ll prove my true strength and utterly defeat you!"

Last time, she had intended to use her twin Divine Martial Soul, but Qin Yun had overwhelmed her before she could. The shame had festered within her ever since.

"So, you’re betting again? You want to win the dragon soul from me, is that it?" Qin Yun chuckled.

"Exactly!" Xian Rujing replied with confidence, then glanced at the Heavenly Dragon Sect members, signaling them to offer something for Qin Yun to wager against.

The Heavenly Dragon Sect members shook their heads hastily—they had no intention of being duped again.

It was because of Xian Rujing that Long Chuanwu had staked the dragon soul in the first place, precipitating the ensuing disaster.

Only now did they realize—Xian Rujing had suffered little loss, only suffering a single indecent grasp.

But the Heavenly Dragon Sect had borne catastrophic losses...

Qin Yun was secretly disappointed, as the elders from the Sky Dragon Sect had finally come to their senses and refused to fall into Xian Rujing's trap again.

Xian Rujing was also inwardly cursing those old fools.

"Miss Xian, you have nothing to bet against me! So let's just forget it!" Qin Yun laughed. "Don’t even think about using your disgusting fleshbag as collateral—I don’t want it!"

The thousands of male spectators in the arena secretly despised him for calling a beauty like Xian Rujing "worthless," which was a huge blow to her pride.

"You bald bastard! I told you, obtaining my body allows one to cultivate an immortal vein! If we were in the Immortal Barrens, I guarantee countless people would trade ten dragon souls for me!" Xian Rujing shouted furiously. "My chastity is priceless—your pathetic dragon soul can’t even compare!"

"So what? Someone as without honor as you would just skip town if you lost. Forget getting your body—I wouldn’t even get a strand of your hair!" Qin Yun sneered.

Xian Rujing exploded in rage, stormed over to Qin Yun in a few steps and grabbing his collar. "You bald tortoise! When have I ever been without honor? Tell me!"

"You bit me after losing our arm-wrestling match, like a rabid cur!" Qin Yun yelled. "Don’t bite me again, or I’ll make you regret it!"

The crowd couldn’t help but laugh, as everyone knew about Xian Rujing biting Qin Yun. The incident had shocked all who witnessed it.

A cold, elegant, unparalleled beauty suddenly biting someone like a rabid dog—it was truly astonishing!

Xian Rujing gnashed her teeth in rage, looking ready to bite again at any moment.

"You—stay away from me! Don’t bite me… My Dragon Claw Hand may have only been used once, but I’ve mastered it to perfection!" Qin Yun shouted.

"Scoundrel!" Xian Rujing flung Qin Yun away, then turned to the elders of the Sky Dragon Sect. "Honored Elders, if I win back the dragon soul with my own wager, don’t you dare take it back!"

"If you win it, it’s yours!" one of the elders replied.

The others quickly nodded, seemingly having completely given up on the dragon soul to avoid sinking deeper into losses.

Qin Yun chuckled. "What could you possibly have to bet?"

Xian Rujing took out a collar and declared, "This is a Slave Control Collar! I’ll give it to you—it’s an immortal artifact!"

Qin Yun quickly took it and scrutinized it, stunned. It was indeed a high-quality immortal artifact. He immediately contacted Xiao Yuemei and soon learned of the collar’s function.

Xian Rujing announced loudly, "If you defeat me, render me powerless, and place this collar around my neck, I will become your slave, completely subject to your will!"

Her confident words rang out across the arena, shocking everyone—she was utterly serious!

"What if you surrender before I can put the collar on you?" Qin Yun smirked.

"Then you still get this immortal artifact—you still come out ahead! As long as they’re not full immortals, you can enslave anyone with it. If you encounter a Half-Immortal or even an Emperor Wu later, just have your grandfather subdue them, and they’ll be yours!" Xian Rujing grinned. "Now you should feel safe betting with me, right?"

Qin Yun considered, realizing he had nothing to lose.

Xian Rujing added, "Now I’m the one worried you’ll cheat. Your grandfather is so strong—if I win and you refuse to hand over the dragon soul, there’s nothing I can do. I’m staking everything here!"

"This woman is quite cunning! Younger brother, think carefully!" Long Yucang called out.

For Qin Yun, winning this battle was a must—only then could he reclaim the DragonPhoenix Martial Soul.

Agreeing to Xian Rujing’s bet was just a bonus.

"Fine, I accept. It’s a deal! Consider it me getting a free Slave Control Collar—it’s a fine immortal artifact after all!" Qin Yun chuckled.

He didn’t actually expect to enslave Xian Rujing—she was far too wily for that.