Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 115 - 105: The Ominous Shadow of the Black Dragon Over Life_2

Chapter 115: Chapter 105: The Ominous Shadow of the Black Dragon Over Life_2

Because Grandfather’s gaze rarely lingered on him, it was always on that Uncle Noah, and even from the few, meager glances, Uranos could only feel disappointment and sighs.

Such a gaze made young Ur feel somewhat panic-stricken and uneasy, with a profound lack of understanding. He didn’t understand why Grandfather was not satisfied with him, despite having achieved everything to the best of his current ability.

He crossed mountains and rivers to arrive, without receiving any praise or approval. In training, despite his remarkable progress and frequent compliments from Uncle Noah, Grandfather never acknowledged him.

Everything he did seemed expected, no matter how outstanding his performance; in Grandfather’s eyes, it was just ordinary, plain, and nothing worth praising.

In contrast, Uncle Noah often received compliments and admiration from Grandfather, that undisguised look of appreciation and admiration made Uranos extremely envious.

But such gazes would never fall upon him; that was the recognition he longed for, yet could never attain.

What was more worrying for Uranos was that Uncle Noah did not care, but felt rather troubled, secretly guiding him and teaching him how to hone his combat skills to attract Grandfather’s attention.

In a daze, Uranos had an illusion that the situation should not have been like this, and that Grandfather’s approving gaze should have been on him.

But due to Uncle Noah’s existence, he became an unimportant bystander, with none of his actions exceeding Grandfather’s expectations, and even causing disappointment.

These emotions of great sadness and loss were born when Uranos accidentally saw Uncle Noah practicing in the training ground of the rear mountain with Grandfather.

That figure with both human and dragon features, every strike with his weapon made young Ur’s heart tremble.

Then, Uranos fell silent, finally feeling that overwhelming shadow that completely enveloped him, blocking out any light in his life.

"Uncle Noah!"

Hiding in the shadows of the grass, Uranos clenched his fists, finally understanding why he could not gain Grandfather’s approval.

Because Uncle Noah, as a member of the Dragon Species, was more outstanding in the practice of techniques than he was as a human with inherited Titan Bloodline.

So much so that after Grandfather taught Uncle Noah, it was difficult for him to pay attention to him because everything he did was within expectations.

After witnessing this training session, little Ur, always taciturn, immediately fell silent and trained even more desperately, but his efforts only attracted Grandfather’s gaze for a fleeting moment before he lost interest, and still did not recognize him.

"Little Ur, you need to focus on balancing work and rest in training so you can achieve more with less. Overextending yourself is counterproductive."

"Don’t forget, you’re still growing, and you’re far from your growth and peak period. Rest when you need to, and take a good break."

Noah couldn’t stand it anymore and advised the little guy.

Every move he made on the mountain could not escape his and his foster father’s gaze. He could see that the little guy, after witnessing the practice between him and his foster father, was deeply affected and hence working himself to the bone.

In contrast to Noah’s reluctance, Casius had no intention whatsoever to console him, because, in his eyes, if his grandson couldn’t bear even such slight setbacks and pressure, he was not qualified to bear the Titan Bloodline.

"Hmm, okay, I will take good rest."

At that moment, little Ur’s gaze toward Uncle Noah also changed dramatically. Compared to his Grandfather, distant and unreachable, this Golden Dragon Uncle was currently like a towering mountain he could only look up to yet couldn’t surpass.

"Sigh!"

Seeing the little guy only verbally responding but not taking any action, Noah could only let out a soft sigh.

Now the mountain training ground had formed a very peculiar relationship. In all senses, Casius taught the Golden Dragon without reservation, while the ’favored’ Golden Dragon often went to guide Uranos.

To some extent, Casius was indirectly guiding his grandson, just separated by an extraordinarily gifted Golden Dragon.

"Noah, let’s call it a day here."

Casius put down the ax lance and looked at the exhausted Golden Dragon nearby, who lay limply on the rocks. Although the golden scales were dim, not a scratch was on them, let alone bleeding.

"Not fighting today?"

Noah asked lazily. At that moment, an indescribable sense of achievement rose in his heart because this was the first time he’d held his own during practice with his foster father, without being injured, using his true form.

He had indeed accomplished what his foster father said, absorbing the essence from human technique, applying it to his dragon form, and forming the Dragon Battle Skill best suited for himself.

"We won’t need to continue in the future."

There was both admiration and regret in Casius’s gaze toward the Golden Dragon.

The growth of the Dragon Species was indeed too slow, let alone his foster son, who also showed reversion to ancestors traits, making the growth of his strength nearly negligible in his eyes.

Even if the combat skills had advanced under his guidance, it had reached the limit of what he could teach. His foster son could no longer bring him more surprises, not because of his talent limitation, but because of the bloodline constraints as a Dragon Species.

"I have nothing more to teach you, and you no longer need my guidance."

"Hmm?"

Noah raised his head abruptly, looking incredulously at his foster father. Then he realized that this usually stern man was smiling at him, a smile full of contentment and a sense of liberation, as if a burden had been lifted from him, making him feel lighter.

"Not training anymore?"

"You’ve already found your own path, and how you proceed relies on yourself. I can’t help you, as I’m not of the Dragon Species."

"Oh, I see!"

Hearing his foster father’s words, Noah first felt a wave of great joy. Finally, the technique training that felt like hell in his eyes had concluded.

But the joy subsided quickly as Noah sensed a vast emptiness and a sense of loss in his heart, the origin unknown.

"I am preparing to leave, Noah, and everything will be left to you in the future."

"All to me? Then what about Ur’s training?"

At that time, Noah only heard the latter part, ignoring the former. The Golden Dragon didn’t realize what his foster father’s declaration to leave meant.

He instinctively thought, like before, that it was about answering a call for help, leaving the Augustus family’s territory to fight the legendary monsters infringing on the civilizational borders.

"You can teach him."

"Uh, Uncle, didn’t you say you would take care of it initially?"

"What techniques do I know that you haven’t mastered?"

Casius smiled even more obviously. Although his smile was very hard, Noah could feel that his foster father was in a particularly good mood at this moment,

"Besides, aren’t you teaching him very well? He’s made great progress; I’ve seen it all. I didn’t have such excellent and patient teachers back in the day."

"Oh, well..."

No for words, because, truth be told, after Uranos came to the mountain, he indeed taught more than his foster father, especially as time went on. He was the one teaching most of the time, and his foster father just occasionally looked on.

"You teach him well, and I’ll bring you a gift when I return, one that won’t be worse than what Selena gave you, only better."

Whether to adhere to the Dragon Clan’s principle of working for money or to motivate Noah, Casius thus promised the Golden Dragon.

"I’m already looking forward to it now."

"You should hope I encounter a stronger opponent worthy of my all-out battle."