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Chapter 209 The Sprite Who Peed His Pee! A Science Team Fighting Over Their First Poop of Dragon Poop (Please Subscribe)
In the modern world, there's an interesting point: if I see a tiger, and I slide tackle it with a "tiger heart rip" move, wouldn't I be able to easily slice open its stomach and then get a tiger skin for myself?
This probability exists, but it is very small.

Tigers belong to the cat family, and cats have dynamic vision that is about seven times better than humans. What you consider to be super fast movements would appear very slow to a tiger.

Just like seeing a very fast mouse, you can predict its movement trajectory when it's in front of a cat.

Of course, this can also be called bloodline suppression!
At this moment, the dragon also exerts a special form of external mental suppression on magical creatures from another world, such as elves.

A tender yet sharp dragon roar suddenly erupted in the vast dragon breeding room without warning.

“Hiss—!”

This roar, imbued with the might of the dragon race, was deliberately unleashed by the little demon dragon at Ming Yufei's invitation. The sound was extremely penetrating, as if it could pierce directly into the depths of one's soul.

In the monitoring room, Zhao Chong, Zhao Dezhu, and the others felt a chill run down their spines, and their hair stood on end.

The elf captives in the breeding room reacted a hundred times more violently.

Apart from Anis, who was still struggling to hold on, the other elves, especially the Water Clan and Wood Clan elves, turned deathly pale instantly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their hearts.

One of the water clan female elves, who was usually prone to crying, suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud, her shackles slamming against the metal floor with a piercing clang.

She curled up, completely losing the courage to even look up at the little creature.

The elf's mentality actually collapsed.

Inside the breeding room, Gong Pengfei, Tang Huanzhu, and the others in charge of this experiment were clearly amazed by the power of the little dragon's roar.

"This..." Deng Dakang looked at the little dragon with excitement.

In his memory, wasn't the little dragon quite harmless?

Why was that roar so powerful just now?

While Gong Pengfei was surprised by the dragon's roar, he was even more excited by the elves' performance.

Which of these elves isn't a tough nut to crack? During interrogation, they'd rather die than yield, their eyes filled with pride and determination. So why are they behaving so pathetically today, as soon as they see this still-weaned little one, acting like they've encountered their natural enemy?

Is it...

A thought flashed through his mind: Could this be the legendary bloodline suppression?
A fear that transcends the individual organism and originates from the most primal instincts in the genes of life?
Ming Yufei, who was in charge of raising the little dragon, was also stunned.

He looked at the elf on the ground, who was almost curled up in a ball, and then at the "Iron-Headed Kid" hovering in mid-air, who also looked bewildered. He didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

The little dragon seemed to sense its "human's" gaze, tilted its head, and barked at him again.

"Hiss?"

There was a hint of innocent confusion in that voice.

Mingyu understands instantly.

This little devil is asking: What did I do? Why did they all lie down? I haven't even started my performance yet!

Ming Yufei's lips twitched, barely suppressing a laugh.

He glanced at the camera, cleared his throat, and decided to proceed as planned.

He took out the freshly grilled meat skewers, and the powerful aroma of cumin and chili instantly filled the air.

I don't know what happened, but this little dragon went from initially resisting the smell of spices to now actually liking it.

"Hey kid, dinner's ready!"

Ming Yufei waved the lamb skewers in his hand and shouted at the little dragon.

The little guy's scarlet vertical pupils lit up instantly, fixed on the skewer of sizzling mutton, and a longing gurgling sound came from his throat.

Ming Yufei grinned mischievously, took out a piece of mutton from Nie Zi's chopsticks, and then the large piece of mutton flew in a perfect parabola over the heads of the elves and towards the open space behind them.

"Hiss!"

The little dragon let out a joyful cry, its green form transforming into a bolt of lightning, its wings flapping rapidly, creating a gust of wind.

Just as it was about to fly over the heads of the elves, it seemed to remember its promise to its owner, and raised its little head!
"call--"

A small stream of red and green dragon flame shot out, carrying a scorching wave and the smell of sulfur, scorching the hair of several elves.

"what!"

The elves were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands, looking utterly pathetic.

The little dragon ignored all that. It nimbly swooped down and caught the skewer of mutton that was still falling in mid-air, then swallowed it whole.

"belch……"

The little guy let out a satisfied burp, then looked longingly at Ming Yufei.

In the monitoring room, Zhao Dezhu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "My goodness! This little thing is so smart! It even has a fire-breathing, grilling skewers-like feature to intimidate elves?"

Zhao Chong's gaze grew even more profound.

What he saw was not the comical feeding, but the wisdom of the little dragon in accurately executing its owner's commands even after displaying absolute dominance.

Fear and obedience, would they be a perfect match for taming elves?

Inside the enclosure, the little dragon flew back to Ming Yufei's side, landed on his shoulder, and nuzzled his face affectionately with its head, its scarlet vertical pupils full of anticipation.

Ming Yufei laughed heartily, then pulled out another piece of meat and held it high.

"Come again?"

Next to the feeding room, Jiang Ruixuan, who was temporarily playing the role of a butcher, had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth, the ash about to fall.

He watched Mingyu Fei tease the dragon with a blank expression, the cleaver in his hand slamming against the chopping board, making a dull and rhythmic "clang, clang" sound.

With each cut, the large lamb leg bone cracked open, and minced meat splattered everywhere.

The sound, which would be just kitchen noise to humans, sounded like heavy hammer blows on the tense nerves of the elves in the deathly silent breeding room.

Jiang Ruixuan's task was simple: play the role of a ruthless chef, slicing meat with a swift, precise knife.

For those elves, this scene was another kind of hell.

Humans are terrifying; they talk and laugh with the dragon as if nothing is wrong.

It's worth noting that elves are considered magical beings, and their hair subtly resonates with the ubiquitous magical particles.

From their unique magical perspective, that little dragon...

It is not a living being; it is a living, magical sun!
It is a black hole, a star, the source of all light and heat!
The blinding light seemed to scorch their eyelids even with their eyes tightly shut, leaving an indelible mark on their senses.

If humans possessed this magical perspective, they would also find that the magical radiance emanating from the little dragon at this moment is roughly similar to a humanoid sun galloping in on horseback in the modern world.

I might even find myself singing a song without thinking...

"I come from Dandong..."

Anise endured her discomfort as she watched the magical energy surging and roaring within the little creature, as if it could erupt at any moment.

That kind of threat to life is too strong!
Just then, the little dragon saw Ming Yufei's hint and raised its little head once again.

“Hiss—!”

A sharp shriek rang out once more.

A shockwave, composed purely of mental and magical energy, swept out from the little dragon's center!

For Ming Yufei, who was standing next to Xiaolong, and Gong Pengfei, who was in the distance, these humans with low magic perception, the sound was just a little jarring, and at most they felt a tightness in their chest.

For an elf, this is no less than having a siege cannon pointed at their head and shot!
Anise felt as if the whole world had turned black and white in an instant, and her mind went blank as if a million steel needles were piercing the depths of her soul at the same time.

The female elf of the Water Clan beside her didn't even utter a sound. Her body suddenly straightened up, then went limp like a lump of mud.

Her eyes rolled back, a trickle of saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she was knocked unconscious by the strange dragon's roar.

"Damn it!" A fire-clan elven prisoner glanced at his companion's limp posture and the small patch of water rapidly spreading beneath him, spat in disgust, and muttered a curse in Elvish, "Water-clan trash, only good for dragging things down!"

The little dragon didn't care about any of that.

It saw these long-eared creatures, which smelled of pleasant magical energy but were unfortunately inedible, staggering in fear of it, and felt incredibly smug.

It arrogantly called out to its owner, Mingyu, then flapped its wings, circled above the elves, and seemed about to call out again to show off its power.

"Hey kid, stop fooling around and eat first!" Ming Yufei shouted, waving the meat skewers in his hand.

The little dragon, who was so majestic just a moment ago, changed direction the moment it heard the word "eat".

"Hiss!"

It let out a joyful cry, and its green form flashed as it circled again.

The piece of meat was tossed into the air, caught by the little dragon, and then swallowed!
This scene became the final straw that broke Annie's back.

A terrifying creature that they perceived as a god...

At this moment, however, it is in such close contact with humans.

They're not dragon descendants, and she's defecating upside down!

The last embers of pride and hope in Annie's heart were instantly extinguished by a bucket of ice water poured over her from head to toe, leaving not a trace of smoke.

Their resistance, their determination, were nothing but a joke in the face of this absolute power.

"Gentlemen, did you see that?"

Gong Pengfei stepped forward at the opportune moment, and through the translator, his calm voice reached the ears of each conscious elf.

"Everyone is very interested in our new member. But let's stop here for today; it needs a rest."

He waved his hand, signaling the guards to take the distraught elves away.

As Gong Pengfei and the group of distraught elves disappeared from the doorway of the breeding room, the once quiet breeding room, both inside and outside, became lively.

"Iron-headed kid, you're awesome! Haha, all that good stuff was worth it!"

"Hiss..."

The little dragon cried out happily.

Deng Dakang looked at the little dragon, then at Wang Hu beside him: "Did the detector record any magical fluctuations?"

"When the dragon screamed just now, the magical fluctuations intensified, and... Professor Deng, did you feel it just now?"

Deng Dakang nodded: "A peculiar sense of oppression! A very strong sense of oppression!"

Wang Hu nodded in agreement: "I thought the demonic dragon could only breathe fire, but I didn't expect it to have other abilities. I wonder what kind of majestic creature it will become when it grows up!"

"A terrifying behemoth, if it were to go to a world with low productivity, it would probably become a walking natural disaster!"

As the two were exchanging their thoughts, the soldiers who had come to visit and take photos were no longer restricted and were able to return to take pictures.

Their faces were filled with excitement.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! It's my turn! The lottery said I was third!" A young soldier excitedly pushed forward, holding up his phone.

"Go, go, go, line up! Don't scare our little tough guy!" The veteran squad leader shoved him to the back, then grinned and sidled up to Ming Yufei. "Little Ming, we're old friends, let's talk. How about letting it look at my camera? I'll give you a copy of my treasured Mikami-sensei photo album later. To study the spirit of the War of Resistance Against Japan!"

Ming Yufei blinked rapidly at the veteran, looking at the little creatures that were now running around happily on the shelf, and could only helplessly spread his hands.

Zhao Chong, who had returned, did not join in the fun.

His keen gaze fell upon the spot where the female elf had collapsed earlier; a dark water stain on the ground was rapidly evaporating under the heat of the metal floor.

“Professor Deng,” he walked up to Deng Dakang and lowered his voice, “that elf just now…did he lose control of his bladder?”

"What a coward!" Wang Hu said with a laugh.

Deng Dakang followed his gaze, adjusted his glasses, and became serious.

“Hmm, that’s something we overlooked. Elves aren’t timid.” He pondered for a moment and gave a professional assessment. “That dragon roar just now was a special kind of magical attack! The magic detector showed a high-energy reaction, and Wang Hu and I both felt slightly uncomfortable.”

"Elves, being purely magical creatures, have an energy perception ability many times greater than that of humans. I estimate that what the little dragon yelled just now was noise to us, but to them, it was probably no different than detonating a bomb in their brains."

He paused, then added, "It's normal for something like a mental magic shock to cause a loss of physiological control."

The dragon's roar is likened to detonating a bomb in the mind of an elf?
Zhao Chong nodded thoughtfully. A bold idea popped into his head. If this little thing's roar was a mental weapon specifically designed to target magical creatures, then its value in interrogations or on the battlefield would be immense.

Humans used to find the magic cast by elves extremely troublesome!
Just as Zhao Chong was about to write down this idea, the little dragon standing on the shelf suddenly stopped moving.

It leaped onto the tool rack beside it, arched its back, and its long tail suddenly straightened. From its throat came a strange gurgling sound, which sounded a bit... strained.
"Ironhead, what are you doing?" Ming Yufei asked curiously.

“Hiss—!”

The little dragon raised its head and let out a short, loud cry, carrying a sense of relief and exhilaration.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, a small, dark, steaming lump fell from behind it and landed on the floor below with a soft thud.

The enclosure fell silent instantly.

All eyes were focused on that small, unidentified object.

"Did you poop?" a soldier asked quietly.

The next second, Professor Deng Dakang sprang up from his spot as if he had been electrocuted!
He shoved aside the soldier blocking his way, his glasses tilting from the force.

His face showed a complex expression that was a mixture of ecstasy, excitement, and disbelief.

"Excrement! It's its excrement! Hahaha... Good heavens, it finally pooped!" The old professor's voice changed, becoming shrill and unlike his own. "Quick! Sterile sampling box! Tweezers! Sealing bag! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Get moving!"

He rushed over in two strides, almost pressing his face against the object, muttering something under his breath.

"Oh my god... Finally... Finally we've waited for this! This perfect metabolic product! How much information about magical creatures is contained in it?" Deng Dakang leaned over, and the other researchers turned into a pack of wolves that had been starving for a long time. All thoughts of elves and psychological warfare were thrown to the winds.

In their eyes, this lump of stuff was more precious than gold.

You know, this little guy ate for so many days, his body temperature kept soaring, but he didn't even poop a single time, completely overturning existing biological knowledge.

They even pessimistically believed that it might be a pure energy body condensed from magical particles, in which all matter had been perfectly transformed.

Now, hope has arrived!
Wu Shengli forcefully pushed Deng Dakang aside: "Old Deng, move aside, I need to pack some specimens!"

"I'll do it, I'll install it!"

For some reason, these scientists started making a fuss because of the first pile of poop from the dragon...

Many people were astonished to see a group of doctors in white coats gesturing excitedly around a lump of poop, as if they had found a treasure, and then actually starting to attack it.

The little dragon let out a strange cry and flapped its wings to get away from them.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who hadn't had a chance to take a group photo looked at each other, their expressions indescribable.

"Um... shall we continue filming?"

Zhao Dezhu laughed and said, "Go ahead and film! I haven't even secured my future talking points yet, but don't go and cause trouble now."

Xiao Zhou, who had already fed the little dragon himself and petted it, stood to the side with a "victory parade expression," grinning and standing by the door, grinning foolishly.

Zhao Chong's lips twitched as he watched this absurd scene.

He silently noted down Professor Deng's important deduction about the mental impact and planned to have someone report it to Team Leader Gong and the others later.

As for now... let the scientists celebrate this "treasure from heaven" for a while.
-

Gong Pengfei led his men and escorted the disoriented elf captives back to their cells.

The elven captives were in very poor condition, practically being dragged along the way, their eyes vacant and their steps unsteady.

One of them even had a lingering odor.
Those were the pathetic traces left after a double breakdown of physical and mental health.

Tang Huanzhu placed several glasses of orange juice on the table, with tiny water droplets condensing on the metal walls of the glasses.

"Now, do you believe us?" she asked softly, breaking the deathly silence in the room.

No elf answered.

Some of them huddled in the corner, hugging their knees and trembling.

Some stared blankly at the ceiling, as if their souls had left their bodies.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Gong Pengfei strolled over, looking at them with interest, asking them questions with concern, but his eyes showed no warmth whatsoever.

Finally, an elf raised its head, its lips trembling, its voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed.

"Are you... are you servants of an evil god, or descendants of dragons?"

"Why? Why are you able to command dragons?" another elf questioned, his voice filled with undisguised fear and despair.

In their minds, dragons are synonymous with supreme power and unruly nature; how could they possibly obey these physically weak humans?

Upon hearing this, Gong Pengfei suddenly smiled.

He pulled up a chair, sat down with an air of authority, draped his arms over the back of the chair, and leaned forward slightly.

“Perhaps we are dragons ourselves?” he said slowly, each word like a small hammer striking the tense nerves of the elves. “It’s just that our scales and dragon wings are hidden where you can’t see them.”

Anise suddenly looked up and stared intently at him. The arrogance and sharpness that once filled her beautiful eyes had vanished, leaving only surprise and confusion.

Yes, that's right!
Only because they themselves are dragons can they possess so many magical creations, control the ability to destroy forbidden magic, and even control abilities that elves cannot.

Gong Pengfei met her gaze, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He knew that Zhao Chong had just told Deng Dakang that he suspected the elves had been mentally attacked.

The value of that little dragon may be greater than anyone expected.

Seeing their expressions, Gong Pengfei knew that there was no point in asking any more questions.

The psychological defenses have been breached enough; now it needs time to let the fear fester.

He stood up and straightened his collar.

"Alright, that's enough for today." He waved his hand. "You all have time to rest and think things over. We're not in a rush."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Just as he was about to close the door, he turned back and added a sentence to the group of frightened birds inside.

"By the way, the orange juice is delicious, remember to try it!"

Gong Pengfei went first, and the guards unlocked the elves' shackles.

Tang Huanzhu glanced at the surveillance cameras around her and was the last to walk out.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, completely isolating the two worlds.

Outside the door, Gong Pengfei's smile vanished instantly.

After everyone had grown quite a distance apart, he turned to Tang Huanzhu and said, "I guess we'll have to work overtime all night!"

Tang Huanzhu shrugged: "Sure, I've already prepared the new Americano from Mixue Ice Cream!"

Gong Pengfei: "Wait, when did the Snow King drive here?"

"Huh? Don't you see the announcement? Too many people are staying here on vacation. To boost morale, the pioneering team can get the recipes from many chain stores and open a food street near headquarters!"

Gong Pengfei: "..."

"I must try it sometime. Is it made with ingredients from another world?"

"Yes, fresh and ready-made, the ingredients are fresh, which is incomparable to pre-cooked meals!"

"Has a hot pot restaurant opened yet?"

"It's open! Not only do they have hot pot, but they also have skewers!"
-

A few kilometers away, outside the magical creature research room next to the steel mill.

Several senior researchers in white coats stayed outside, while some younger researchers stayed at a distance, pretending not to notice what was happening.

These scientists had slightly disheveled hair, and their usually refined faces were flushed with health.

Deng Dakang adjusted his glasses and glanced at the laboratory door.

Because they were making such a fuss, Su Mingjin, who happened to be there, immediately ordered that the matter be handed over to other younger researchers for analysis.

These people had to temporarily calm down because the argument was too heated.

Deng Dakang said quietly, "Who would believe it if I told them? We're almost three hundred years old combined, and we almost got into a fight over a pile of shit."

"What do you mean 'a pile of shit'? That's valuable first-hand experimental material!" Wu Shengli rubbed his sore shoulder, still arguing, "Old Deng, don't talk nonsense. You were the one who grabbed it the most aggressively just now!"

"I did that to maintain order in scientific research!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're maintaining order by taking a beaker and shoveling it directly!"

This is truly outrageous.

The little dragon unexpectedly pooped, and the steaming treasure from the sky instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the researchers.

These scientists, who usually bury themselves in old papers and precision instruments, were like prospectors who had found a gold mine at that moment. They almost came to blows over who would take the first sample and whose sample would be the largest.

If Ming Yufei hadn't reacted quickly and had the little dragon howl twice to calm things down, this research lab would have definitely been the subject of an internal report today.

This is actually something that researchers often do!
On the path of scientific research, one either moves forward or falls behind.

Don't be fooled by how well we get along and how much we talk to each other.

However, research funding is limited. If you don't take the initiative to take on more responsibility at critical moments, the future funding for projects, the allocation of research resources, and the project schedule will likely all be reduced.

A qualified leading scientist not only needs to have a super good physique and kidneys strong enough to work hard, but also needs to maintain a strong drive for progress at all times.

click-

The lab door was suddenly pushed open.

Wearing thick glasses, Chu Zhiheng rushed out like a gust of wind, the report paper in his hand trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

His face was flushed, not from exhaustion, but from pure excitement.

"Professor Deng! Professor Wu! Professor Qian, and other professors..." His voice trembled slightly, "A major discovery! An epic discovery!"

Deng Dakang's heart skipped a beat, and he snatched the picture from his hand: "Xiao Chu, speak slowly, what's wrong?"

"Valuable! Invaluable!" Chu Zhiheng exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the picture, "Let's do a preliminary analysis of that sample, you see!"

The image is taken under a high-powered microscope.

Deng Dakang, Wu Shengli, and the others crowded around, their heads pressed together, and instantly, everyone held their breath.

In the image, aside from a few unidentifiable organic remnants, countless tiny, regularly structured crystalline particles shimmered. That structure was all too familiar to them—magic stones!

"This...this is impossible!" Wu Shengli's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "What it excreted...was particles of magic essence stone?"

"A living, walking ore vein that can produce magic stones on its own? Once it grows up, will it be able to continuously produce ore?"

Another researcher muttered to himself, feeling that his worldview had been slightly shaken.

Chu Zhiheng nodded vigorously, then pulled out another report: "Yes, it's outrageous!"

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes," Chu Zhiheng nodded, "In addition to the magic stone particles, we also detected high-purity silicon dioxide powder!"

“Silicon dioxide?” Deng Dakang’s brows furrowed. “Glass?”

“Yes, it’s similar to obsidian powder.” Chu Zhiheng pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a fervent light. “And the rest of the ingredients are pretty normal! There’s nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium… If you sieve out the magic particles and silica, what’s left is top-grade fertilizer.”

"..."

There was dead silence.

The term "top-grade fertilizer" seems so out of place at this moment, yet so... down-to-earth.

“Wait a minute,” Deng Dakang’s mind raced, and he caught the most illogical part. “The little dragon eats meat, pure protein and fat. Even if it contains trace elements, shouldn’t it absorb them? The main component of silicon dioxide is rocks, so where does it get the materials to make silicon? It doesn’t eat pebbles and sand, does it? Does it absorb them from the air?”

This question was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads.

Yes, the basic laws of biology seem to break down here.

"Professor Deng, you previously speculated that it might have a biological circulatory system that we were completely unaware of. These things have all confirmed that!"

"That's true. Food provides basic energy, or rather, crucial energy. Then, the little dragon uses magical particles and its own biological cycle system to transform and aggregate various elements to generate the substances it needs, and the excess is directly excreted."

"Amazing!" Wu Shengli gasped. "If it weren't for the fact that chemistry can accomplish so many operations, this would be the realm of turning lead into gold!"

"By the way, how much does it weigh now?" Deng Dakang suddenly asked.

"Three and a half kilograms!"

"I ate almost five kilograms of meat this morning, but only pooped about two hundred grams. I've lost some weight, but it's completely disproportionate to what I excreted and what I ate! Ugh, the damn laws of energy conversion and conservation have all changed!"

"The more I study it, the more I realize that all the physics and chemistry we learned before was a waste of time."

“I really want to open its chest and see the internal structure…” A researcher had just finished speaking when he felt a chill on his neck.

Wu Shengli looked at him with a sullen expression: "Do you want to be thrown into the research of the undead by President Su and the others? That guy is our tough buddy, our precious treasure!"

"I was just saying, just saying..."

The group exchanged glances, each seeing a deep sense of helplessness and an even more fervent thirst for knowledge in the other's eyes.

This little thing is full of mysteries, yet they can't touch it. They can only treat it like an ancestor, waiting for it to reward them with some research material.

"Alright, stop sighing." Deng Dakang clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back.

He stared at the report about the magic stone particles, his eyes gleaming.

"If its excrement contains magic stone particles... does that mean that the dragon itself is a renewable, high-purity magic mine?"

Upon hearing this, the entire corridor fell silent once again.

All the scientists were stunned, and then their eyes gradually became fervent.

Magic Essence Ore Mine!

They were previously worried about how to mine the magical veins of another world, but now, a living, sustainable "vein" is defecating right in front of them.

"It seems that it really is!"

"By the way, should we send some to the special advisors so they can take a look?"

"Okay, but you'll have to wait until next time!"

"Sure, sure, let's analyze it first and then study it!"

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)