[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-71":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Black Dragon Necromancer",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2312831,4521,"Chapter 71","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-71",71,"\u003Cp>When A Kuilong ’s massive, elegant bronze body passed through the city’s barrier—its star-realm equivalent of flowing auroras—a melodious bell rang out above the entrance plaza, a sign of welcome and respect. He retracted his wings, vast enough to blot out patches of sky, and landed slowly upon the broad dragon-pavement paved with white stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several human guards in gleaming silver armor sprinted forward, their movements respectful and disciplined. The lead squad captain struck his left chest with his right fist, performing the standard Golden Hui  Temple salute, and declared loudly: “Hail to you, Great Bronze Dragon. Motaivia welcomes your arrival. How may I assist you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your warmth, friend of the Dragon Worship Cult. If you could tell me the location of your Viceroy, I would be deeply grateful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, if you wish to meet the Viceroy, you must register here—state your identity and purpose—and we will relay your request to him.” With that, the captain handed him a feather pen and a fresh sheet of parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because the Viceroy was human, the parchment’s size forced A Kuilong  to assume his dragon-human form to write. After handing the parchment to the captain, less than five minutes passed before a young clerk rushed over and bowed respectfully to A Kuilong  in his dragon-human form: “The Viceroy has been awaiting you. Please follow me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am in your debt for the guidance.” A Kuilong  nodded slightly, his deep voice resonating with the bronze dragon’s signature timbre, like waves crashing against rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the guard, A Kuilong  entered Motaivia’s main avenue. This city differed from the many mortal cities he had visited. Buildings were mostly constructed of white stone and gleaming metal, their lines sleek and towering, rooftops often curved elegantly or directly mimicking the spread of dragon wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets were extraordinarily wide, capable of accommodating several adult dragons walking side by side. Traditional shops were rare; instead, workshops, exchanges, and tranquil courtyards dominated. The city’s residents were primarily human, and they seemed utterly accustomed to dragons—showing no sign of panic or alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the city’s center stood the most magnificent structure: the Viceroy’s office. It resembled neither a traditional castle nor a palace, but rather a colossal nest fused with a temple, built into the mountainside. The entrance was a colossal arch shaped like a pair of folded dragon wings, its doors carved with an epic mural of metallic dragons coexisting harmoniously with all races.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the hall, the space was vast beyond appearance, its ceiling soaring high as light streamed through stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the floor. Dozens of human and dragon-blooded staff moved quietly, exchanging whispers, handling documents, or guiding visitors. The air carried the scent of ink, parchment, and a faint, elusive incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk halted before a massive door inlaid with mithril and sapphires. “The Viceroy awaits within, Lord A Kuilong . Please enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the door slid open soundlessly. A Kuilong  nodded slightly and stepped into the Viceroy’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was even more spacious than it appeared from outside, expanded by some spatial enchantment. One side featured a towering floor-to-ceiling window, beyond which stretched the endless, star-speckled void of the star-realm. The opposite side held a towering bookshelf, crammed with scrolls and volumes. In the center lay a thick carpet embroidered with a golden dragon soaring through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A most warm welcome, Lord A Kuilong ,” said the golden dragon-blooded Viceroy, his voice rich and powerful. “Was your journey through the star-realm smooth? I hope our humble city has made you feel at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I feel well. This city has given me a long-missed sense of friendliness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, what brings you here? We sell various magical artifacts and arcane materials—and yes, certain delicacies, which I suspect you’d find interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve come to negotiate a transaction. I’ve set my sights on a plane corrupted by necromantic magic. I intend to purchase it and cleanse it, but I lack sufficient funds. I seek your financial assistance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can consider it. But we must conduct a full assessment of the plane you wish to purchase, to determine whether such a massive loan is warranted. Could you provide the details?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All the details of the plane are here. Take your time.” A Kuilong  handed over a scroll as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, so it’s that plane. Then the interest rate will be doubled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with the plane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing’s wrong with the plane—but the dragon who buys it is. If I recall correctly, the only one recently interested was Sakavi, the black dragon mage. He just attacked our Dragon Worship Cult. True, he’s one of those madmen from the Black Veil Guild, but still, he belongs to an organization.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then if I wish to purchase it, what terms can you offer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord A Kuilong , you must understand: ‘worship of dragons’ is talk meant for the masses. Our members of the Golden Hui  Temple are primarily disgruntled schemers, bankrupt merchants, and impoverished artists. We pursue mutual aid and profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you seek fanatical devotion, I suggest you visit the Ashfire Brotherhood. They’re filled with bandits, corrupted nobles, and evil necromancers. Though mad, they might actually support your black dragon duke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no desire to associate with them. I find their filthy deeds shameful—they defile the glory of dragons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I agree. But sometimes, they are useful. We may have internal conflicts, but we are still family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough idle talk. I need seventy million gold coins. State your offer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Repay one hundred million gold coins over fifty years, plus allow the Dragon Worship Cult to open a branch within your duchy. These terms are already generous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve said it before: I will have no contact with the Ashfire Brotherhood. And Sakavi despises the Black Veil Guild. You’re testing our limits—we will never agree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be so agitated. Remember, we hold most dragon intelligence. When you need help, some dragons may conveniently be available to assist. Isn’t that useful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This concerns Sakavi’s personal interests. I cannot decide for him. I must consult him. If I need druids from your side to assist in cleansing the plane, can you provide them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a separate cost. But if you wish to find druids yourself, we can provide a list—each one costs one thousand gold coins as a brokerage fee. I recommend it. Remember, the cost of cleansing a plane exceeds its purchase price by more than fivefold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well. I can authorize that. When can you arrange it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The list is ready. Meetings will take a few days to schedule. In the meantime, you may explore our market—perhaps you’ll find something you like.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon Court Arcade Market lay within the inner city, composed of a series of arcades and circular plazas. The pillars and domes were forged from white gold stone, carved with epics of dragon history. Soft, bright light streamed down from crystal orbs embedded in the domes. The place was quiet, solemn, transactions conducted in near-ritualistic whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To A Kuilong ’s surprise, alongside the usual star-realm fare—precise maps and teleportation coordinates of known and unknown planes, books on lost histories, powerful arcane arts, and the origins of dragon tongue magic—there were also curious trinkets: inkwells that never emptied, whistles that mimicked any voice, portable miniature fountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one section, magical creatures from various planes were displayed: star-jellies, songbirds, miniature gem lizards—suitable as pets or living decorations for a lair. After inquiring about special ingredients, A Kuilong  was led to a small hidden entrance, down a sloping path, revealing a vast underground chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some elf and human youths, dressed scantily with vacant eyes, were bound by magical collars, standing like vases on shimmering pedestals. Marketed as “exotic personal servants,” their neck collars glowed with magic, and the air reeked of fear—revealing their true nature as slaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deeper inside, sturdy transparent magical cages held creatures with rare bloodlines or abilities. A half-elf sat curled in a corner, his hooves tagged: “A dragon-blooded warrior.” His horns had been polished, his scales painted like ornaments, displayed as an object—his eyes burning with humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transactions occurred in hushed tones. Buyers, their faces concealed, assessed the “merchandise” like livestock—evaluating teeth, muscle lines, and magical potential. Guards wore unremarkable uniforms, but their eyes were sharp, hands always resting on weapons or alarm triggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing A Kuilong  showed no intention to buy, everyone grew increasingly wary. Whispered bargaining faded into silence. A Kuilong , raised his entire life in the duchy, had never seen such a suffocating place—Sakavi had always insisted on abolishing all slave markets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suppressed the urge to destroy the place, scanning each cage with a cold, assessing gaze, occasionally pausing to ask the price of a “good”—just to appear ordinary and draw less attention. After viewing all the merchandise, he made a token purchase: a human apprentice mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he left the city, A Kuilong  gave the human apprentice some coins and told him to go free. Slave markets were not rare here—even the most righteous golden dragon could only choose to ignore such practices, tacitly accepted in most places.\u003C\u002Fp>",1516,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ab8d5e16ebf1e32c7dc32ab84eadb7604848babbdfc1b34fc6294f78a27c8542","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-72","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-70",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]