Reincarnated as a blue dragon, he collided head-on with a wizarding civilization.

The letter was written in the common language of mainland China, the handwriting still a little immature, but it revealed a young man's pride and eagerness:

"Sister! I did it! Just yesterday, I officially passed the test and became a disciple of Mentor Lie Luo!"

Now, your younger brother, I, Wuye Underwood, am a registered junior apprentice at the Holy Blood Tower Academy!

You have no idea how rigorous the entrance examination was this time. Only twenty people were selected out of more than a hundred. I was selected, and even the mentor praised me as a good candidate, saying that my compatibility with the Blood Moon Meditation Method was higher than that of the other freshmen.

Thanks to the silver coins you sent last time, I was able to gather all the materials to refine the [Moon Mark] potion in time without any delay.

After taking the potion, I broke through to the level of novice wizard in just three days, and now I can skillfully control the lowest level Bloodlight Spell.

But sister, I've encountered a problem, but it's also an opportunity.

Instructor Lero assigned me to his potion purification project group, which was a rare opportunity to learn real skills, but I would have to pay for all the materials I needed later.

I did the math. The obsidian mortar and pestle alone needed to purify the potions cost thirty silver coins, and the purification reagent required every week costs five silver coins per bottle. In addition, our instructor required us to bring our own protective gloves and parchment spell paper...

All things considered, at least one hundred and twenty silver coins are needed per month to cover basic expenses.

The college has a rule that freshmen cannot take on off-campus commissions for the first three months, and the pay for miscellaneous tasks on campus is very low. I may not have time even after a new project starts.

I asked around among my peers, and most of them rely on regular financial assistance from their families. Sister, I have no choice but to ask you for help again.

Please work harder for a while longer and save up more money to send over.

Ideally, you should be able to gather 150 silver coins and send them to me before the beginning of next month.

I'm worried that if the materials don't keep up and the progress falls behind, delaying the overall project schedule, I'll be kicked out of my supervisor's research group...

Sister, don't worry! When I become a proper wizard, I will definitely make sure you and our family live a good life! I promise!

Una's gaze swept over the words again and again, especially the phrases "successfully enrolled," "praise from the tutor," and "breakthrough in three days."

A gentle smile, radiating from the bottom of her heart and mixed with pride and satisfaction, quietly spread across her usually quiet face.

Her younger brother, so young yet so promising, managed to get into the Holy Blood Tower Academy, known for its strict and elite education, and even managed to concoct a breakthrough potion on his own, successfully taking the first step on the path of a wizard!

In her mind, her younger brother was a born wizard, a star that carried the future hopes of the entire Underwood family.

However, when her gaze fell upon the considerable sum at the end of the letter, the dragon girl's smile gradually faded.

She sighed softly, a layer of sorrow settling between her brows.

Just a few days ago, I received news from my family that my mother, who lives in the countryside, is sick and needs to receive treatment.

The cost of treatment by the village witch doctor wasn't much, but when combined with the money her brother requested in his letter, it would drain her savings again.

However, Una was used to living a frugal life, so she didn't find it difficult.

After a brief period of sorrow, an even stronger determination emerged.

She couldn't help but read her brother's letter again carefully before gently storing it in a locked wooden box, along with several other letters her brother had sent her before.

She knew that her current captain of the seventh mixed defense squad, Luo Lin, was a graduate of the Holy Blood Tower Academy.

Just look at Captain Rolin's current strength and status in the border legion, and you'll know that it's a place where destiny can be changed.

Now that his younger brother has also entered that academy, his future prospects are undoubtedly limitless.

He's sure to become a big shot someday.

Therefore, it is entirely worthwhile for her to endure more hardship, collect more potions, and save every possible silver coin.

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The next morning, as dawn broke, Motu found Una in the open space outside the barracks.

She was squatting on the smooth stone steps at the entrance of the barracks, with the wicker basket she had arranged the night before in front of her, filled with potion ingredients whose roots were wrapped in damp moss.

The dark gray scales gleamed with a delicate matte sheen in the cool morning light. She lowered her head, her expression focused, and carefully tied and knotted the opening of the basket with a finely twisted hemp rope.

The movements were gentle and cautious, as if they were doing something that required utmost care.

Motu walked over and crouched down a short distance in front of her, his massive body casting a shadow in the morning light.

"Let's go," he said.

"what?"

Una raised her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her dark gray vertical pupils, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

Seeing the blue dragon squatting in front of her, she was momentarily stunned.

"The market is too far. Get on, I'll fly you there," Motu repeated.

Una was somewhat shocked, looking up at the blue dragon, her vertical pupils slightly dilated with astonishment.

Dragons, especially the pure-blooded five-colored dragons and their subspecies, are mostly born with an innate arrogance and territoriality.

Being ridden, especially by a non-dragon or an individual considered inferior, is considered by many dragons to be an act that is almost a desecration of dignity and intolerable.

This is an insult to Long Ge's dignity.

But she was just a half-dragon...

"Come on up, what are you spacing out for?"

Motu glanced at the somewhat stunned dragon girl and urged her again.

Una responded subconsciously, her voice weak.

A distinct hint of tension flashed in her dark gray vertical pupils. She quickly lowered her head, slung the wicker basket over her arm, and stood up somewhat awkwardly.

Her long, powerful hind legs were much longer than her forelegs. When she stood up, her body naturally leaned slightly forward, maintaining a posture that suggested she was ready to run or jump at any moment, like a rabbit poised to leap.

Motu turned around, revealing his broad, flat back to her.

The blue dragon's dark blue scales were tightly packed together, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the morning light. The gaps between the scales were clearly visible, enough for her claws to grip firmly.

Motu deliberately lowered his body height.

"Get on, hold on tight."

Una stared at the dragon's back, which was so close at hand, and hesitated for a full three seconds.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, first slung the handle of the wicker basket diagonally over her shoulder to ensure it was secure, then extended her forelimb covered with fine gray scales and, with extreme care and almost tentatively, touched the scales on the edge of the blue dragon's back.

The claw tip made a very slight clicking sound when it touched the scales.

The sound made Una shudder, and she instinctively wanted to retract her claws, but after a pause, she continued to move, using both her hands and feet to climb upwards.

Once she finally managed to clumsily but steadily lie down on the relatively flat part of Motu's back, her arms tightly wrapped around a protruding patch of scales in front of her, Motu stopped waiting.

With a sudden burst of power from his powerful hind legs, his wings unfurled with a whoosh, stirring up a powerful gust of air in the morning breeze!

After a few short running steps, the massive body lifted off the ground and soared into the air!

"ah--!"

The sudden weightlessness and rapid ascent caused Una to let out a short gasp!

Her entire body stiffened instantly, her arms wrapped around the scales tightened abruptly, and her ten fingers dug into the gaps between the scales, her nails almost embedding themselves under the scales!

The force was so great that Motu could clearly feel the change in pressure on his back.

Her mouth was tightly shut, and beneath the dark gray scales, an unusual flush rose uncontrollably to the skin around her neck and ears.

Although not obvious under the scales, the tension in her muscles and the subtle trembling betrayed her.

She held her breath completely, her vertical pupils contracting to their limit due to excessive tension and the sudden high-altitude view.

This was the first time in her life that she had looked down upon this familiar yet unfamiliar land from such a height, at such a speed, and from such a perspective.

Beneath me, the main channel of the Youshui River, like a shimmering silver ribbon carelessly tossed onto the earth, meanders and stretches into the misty distance.

The vast reed beds swayed and undulated in the morning breeze, creating layers of golden-green waves, resembling an endless, vibrant ocean.

Further away, rolling hills, mottled marshes, and dark forests...

The details of the earth are blurred by distance, transforming into a vast scroll painting with distinct layers that flows backward. Adorned by the morning mist and light and shadow, it presents an unprecedented grandeur and tranquility.

Una's breathing changed from holding her breath to rapid panting.

Her dark gray vertical pupils were unusually bright with shock, wide open, reflecting the mountains and rivers rushing past her feet with a mixture of greed and fear.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to exclaim or marvel, but all the sounds were stuck in her throat, turning into a silent shock.

Since leaving that remote countryside and enlisting in this border patrol team for a living and with heavy expectations, she has been walking back and forth on this dusty dirt road connecting the camp and the Blackwood market for two whole years.

Every step was soaked with sweat and exhaustion. She thought she knew every turn, every grove of trees, and every stretch of riverbank by heart.

She always thought she knew what this border looked like.

However, at this moment, looking down from the dragon's back, from this height of 100 meters, all perceptions were completely overturned!

The winding Youshui River is no longer an obstacle that I remember having to carefully wade or detour around, but has become a silver vein that shimmers with spiritual light;

The familiar swamp is no longer a muddy and treacherous place, but rather like a huge, moist, secret-filled gray-green sponge;

The low hills she had once climbed now lay quietly on the earth like sleeping, distinct ancient beasts.

An indescribable feeling, a mixture of extreme tension, unfamiliar fear, and a kind of excitement from being forcibly opened up to a completely new understanding of the world, surged through her body like an electric current.

She could feel the muscles beneath her scale-covered skin trembling slightly.

It wasn't pure fear, but an instinctive physical reaction that occurs when the soul is suddenly elevated to a completely new dimension.

Motu maintained a steady and efficient flight speed, flapping its wings regularly to minimize turbulence.

He could clearly feel the dragon girl on his back gradually adjusting her center of gravity as she went from being extremely stiff to adapting to the high-altitude environment.

When land-dwelling creatures take to the skies for the first time, they always experience a unique kind of excitement, something the Blue Dragon can understand very well.

After a while, he felt the force gripping his back scales gradually shift from a tense, desperate grip to a more relaxed, more balanced support.

The breathing behind me gradually changed from rapid and disordered to calm and faint.

"...So high," she whispered.