I picked up a sickly black dragon and casually gave it a manicure. When it woke up, it actually carried me back to its cave to raise me! I thought it was a fair trade—it provides the treasury, I provide my craftsmanship. It wasn't until the dragon elders lined up to hand over red envelopes that I suddenly realized dragon raising means courtship! The spoiled, proud black dragon dotes on his wife without limit, offering his entire treasury and dragon breath to renew my life, and even repairing my severed meridians. But my enemies from a hundred years ago are still alive, having stolen my immortal path and destroyed my cultivation; this score must be settled! But I never expected this clingy dragon to be the only variable on my revenge path—out of twenty-three thousand people in the entire arena, only he is out of control.