Urban Legend: The Supreme Madman

“Xiao Fan, haven’t you felt a golden dragon inside your body?”
The old man speaking wore a long robe of azure, his beard was snow-white, and his eyes shone with vigor. People called him the Daoist of Qingyun.
“Old man, how many times have you asked me that? There’s no golden dragon, not even a fart,” replied the boy named Zhang Xiaofan, whom the old man had picked up from the foot of the mountain.
Since childhood, Zhang Xiaofan had followed Qingyun on Kunlun Mountain, learning medicine and martial arts. After every session of cultivation, the old man would always pose this question.
Truthfully, the old man himself wasn’t certain if Zhang Xiaofan had a golden dragon within him. It was just that every time Xiaofan practiced, he would vaguely sense a flicker of golden light, reminiscent of a golden dragon.
“Xiaofan, today I calculated your fate—you are no ordinary man, yours is the destiny of a true dragon,” the old man said earnestly.
“With your mediocre skills, can you really see that?” Zhang Xiaofan muttered under his breath.
“Xiaofan, although I made one mistake with Widow Zhang down the mountain, you really don’t need to doubt your grandfather’s ability.”
“Enough, enough, not many days left for me anyway. Today, your grandfather’s going all out!”
“The secret art of Heaven’s Gate—Celestial Eye! Piercing the cycles of fate!”
The old man uttered a low shout, pressed his joined fingers to the center of his brow, and instantly his life force gathered rapidly. One could see his skin shrivel swiftly.
He was nearly two hun