Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

"Deception? You dare use this word to refer to a noble monarch? This is an insult to me. You mortals are not worth being deceived. I hope you can find them and kill them. As a fellow human, I hope you have the strength to kill them. There is no affection between us, only mutual hatred. Since the day we were created, only endless hatred has been buried deep in our hearts."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache.

Neither side's information could be confirmed or disproven.

There is a lack of much crucial evidence.

Li Wuyue's words are often unreliable, though not widely believed.

Although there is physical evidence of Chishuo, it differs too much from the current situation and lacks key corroborating evidence. Therefore, it is not very credible.

The important point is that the two have many conflicts.

One Black King died, and one Black King lived.

One cannot resurrect the Black King, while the other is plotting to "resurrect" him.

It's contradictory, very contradictory.

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand it at all. He needed to find evidence, and he needed to go to the White Emperor City of the King of Bronze and Fire to find evidence.

He glanced at the time; there was still about half an hour left.

Not wanting to waste any more time, she turned and left. She had asked her questions, and as for how Nuwa should deal with Li Wuyue, that was her decision, and she had no right to interfere.

"Wait, when did you come into contact with Norton?" Li Wuyue called out to Lu Mingfei, who was walking out.

"I haven't had any contact with him. I only killed one of his subordinates, probably a second-generation species, but I'm not entirely sure," Lu Mingfei said calmly, shrugging slightly before walking towards the elevator.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to leave completely.

Li Wuyue's voice drifted over.

"You will eventually face the harsh reality, and I really hope to see your expression then... hahaha..."

Chapter 217 Taming the Dragon-Slaying Platform

How cruel can cruelty be?

Is it that your father doesn't care about you, your mother doesn't love you, or everyone around you has something against you?

Or will my future wife be the final boss?

"Thanks for the reminder. This might be the last time you're thanked, so cherish it," Lu Mingfei said calmly.

Li Wuyue not only failed to see Lu Mingfei's angered expression, but was also somewhat uncomfortable from Lu Mingfei's sarcasm and provocation.

He was imprisoned here day after day for ten years. Only one person came here each year, and that was Nuwa. When she arrived, she would not communicate with him, but would just stare at him silently.

Watching his life slowly slip away, it seemed as if he were enjoying the thrill of his enemy's life disappearing little by little before his eyes.

No matter how much he mocks or ridicules Nuwa, she will ignore him.

"No point. Let that little girl avenge her parents."

Lu Mingfei left the underground alchemy matrix.

A few minutes later, he returned to the ground, where Nuwa, with her tail coiled, leaned against the side, wiping her gleaming scales.

"There's still half an hour left, and you're only staying for such a short time?" Nuwa glanced at the time.

"He'll tell me what he wants to tell me, and he won't tell me what he doesn't want to tell me even if I kill him. It's the same whether it's the Dragon King or a human. The only difference is that the Dragon King has the ability to manipulate the weather, so even if he's exposed, he can just be silenced. But when a human is exposed, he'll just deny it. Even if the evidence is right in front of him, he'll still find excuses. After all, admitting it means taking responsibility and bearing the consequences."

"You seem quite philosophical," Nuwa said as she swam away.

“He said he doesn’t want to live anymore and asked you to go and kill him,” Lu Mingfei said.

"His life and death are in my hands; whether he lives or dies is not up to him." Nuwa snorted coldly and flicked her tail away.

Killing his enemy outright would be too lenient on him.

The two left the space.

"The operating principles of the Nibelungs are generally the same, but the effects will vary depending on the creator," Nuwa explained.

"This place was created by the Nibelungs thousands of years ago, and after being modified by many hybrid species, it can finally be used normally."

......

Generally speaking, forbidden areas are located not far from the family.

However, if a powerful enemy were imprisoned within the forbidden area, the family would not have been built in this way.

So Lu Mingfei finally returned to the Zhou family after a bumpy car ride and a high-speed train transfer.

Chu Zihang, Finger, and Zero understood each other perfectly, and vaguely guessed why the two were almost a day late.

If someone is interested in showing off their quirks in public from the moment they meet you, the rest is obvious.

Fingel silently gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs up and whispered, "Keep it up, boss, well done."

"What's so great about it?"

"Boss, I understand, I understand everything, no need to explain."

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood what this guy was talking about. He couldn't explain it even if he jumped into the Yellow River, after all, it was a man and a woman alone, doing that kind of thing in public.

But they are completely innocent.

He glared fiercely at Fingel, then followed Nuwa into the Zhou family compound, which was now openly known as the Zhou family estate.

Although the Zhou family is a family with a history of thousands of years, they are very low-key and have always lived and developed quietly.

On the surface, the Zhou family's residence is located in an old residential area that covers a considerable area.

Everything you need is here; all modern amenities are hidden within the walls, which are painted layer upon layer.

Even the security guards at the entrance were middle-aged mixed-race men who kept their identities hidden.

His sharp, hawk-like eyes gently analyzed every stranger, guarding against every possible danger.

Nuwa told the others to go and rest first.

He led Lu Mingfei to a garage, opened the garage door, and began rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, finding a rusty bronze ring-pommel sword among the clutter.

Lu Mingfei strongly suspected that this was something from some roadside antique stall.

"This thing is alive, and it's broken in half. Killing a second-generation species shouldn't be a problem for you. But if it's the Dragon King, there's a high risk of losing your life; the sword will be destroyed and you will die."

Nuwa casually tossed it next to Lu Mingfei.

"Young Miss, you shouldn't carelessly discard the family's keepsake; it's very valuable." The patrolling old man quickly picked up the bronze sword.

Check for cracks and the extent of damage.

I was completely relieved after checking every inch.

“Young Miss, I know you’re angry that the ‘Dragon-Slaying Platform’ didn’t protect your parents, but it’s an antique, very valuable, and it’s also a token of our Zhou family. We can’t just throw it away.”

"We're about to search through the Bronze City of the King of Bronze and Fire, so the value of this Dragon-Slaying Platform won't be that high anymore," Nuwa said nonchalantly.

"Uncle Wang, please give this Dragon-Slaying Platform to Lu Mingfei."

Grandpa Wang frowned and helplessly handed the Dragon-Slaying Platform to Lu Mingfei with both hands.

“Brother Lu, you’re my young lady’s only friend. You have to talk to her. If this continues, how will she find a husband for the Zhou family? Nobody wants her.”

Lu Mingfei felt that the Dragon-Slaying Platform was a bit too hot to handle.

"Oh, this..."

"My affairs are none of your business! Go patrol your patrols," Nuwa said angrily.

Grandpa Wang shook his head and left.

Lu Mingfei felt the ancient bronze sword vibrate, as if it were sealing away a restless dragon that longed to be drawn out, to fight, to slaughter, and to bathe in blood.

He prepared to pull it out to check the extent of the breakage and whether it needed to be repaired.

Nuwa stopped Lu Mingfei's actions with her hand.

"Once drawn, it will drink blood, and there will be a price to pay. Unless you can defeat what's inside, I don't think you can. Go and test it yourself in a quiet place."

Lu Mingfei should go down.

We followed Nuwa into the interior of an old residential building.

In stark contrast to the old and dilapidated exterior, the building is understated yet grand, elegant yet modern.

Lu Mingfei seriously doubted that he had gone to the wrong place.

It's more like an exquisite villa encased in the shell of an old residential community.

Nuwa led Lu Mingfei to the place where the others were resting.

Lu Mingfei went into his room.

There are still a day or two until the official gathering.

Besides the Zhou family, there are several other prominent families, including the Li family, the Chen family, and the Wang family.

Lu Mingfei examined his Devouring Pouch. The contents were quite mixed. Apart from some daily necessities and miscellaneous items, the largest amount of contents was a large quantity of alchemical metals stored in the Alchemy Matrix.

This completely solved his problem of not having enough materials to make the Dragon Blood Cultivation Furnace.

The design drawings have taken a basic shape after these few busy days of taking a break.

The only problem is choosing a location.

This is a considerable project, involving a lot of components. The side length is at least four meters, and if you include the towering furnace and some miscellaneous external equipment, it will take up even more space.

Lu Mingfei took out the Harper's Sword, whose blade had been bent during the battle.

The alchemical field was burned away by the blazing flames after being activated once, leaving only an empty, sharp exterior.

The appearance of the ancient bronze sword filled this gap.

Although it was a broken sword, his mental power sensed a repulsion, rejecting his attempt to refine the ancient bronze sword.

Only by thoroughly refining it can one use the flying sword; otherwise, it's just a weapon for close combat, like a primitive man engaging in hand-to-hand fighting.

He gripped the hilt of the sword on the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and with a gentle pull, the metallic buzzing sound echoed throughout the room.

A broken sword appeared before my eyes, its blade gleaming with a cold, icy light. Just looking at it sent chills down my spine.

Just as he was wondering how he could communicate with this thing, the room around him was suddenly shrouded in black mist.