Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Don't just stand there, eat it while it's hot."

Ye Fan knocked on the table, "After dinner, Mingfei will do his homework, and Zihang will go to the dojo to practice for two hours."

"That's not fair. Why should I be doing homework?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly choked and froze in the middle of his words, then his voice returned to normal.

When I touched my neck, my Adam's apple returned.

"Where are the women's clothes? Where are the women's clothes!" He excitedly lifted the hem of his T-shirt.

Ye Fan chewed the fried dough sticks slowly and said, "The alchemy matrix will automatically be released when the time comes. But..." He took out his cell phone and shook it, "The photo of you wearing a suspender skirt and whispering to Brother Zihang last night -"

"Brother Fan!!" Lu Mingfei looked like a cat with its fur standing on end as he rushed forward to grab the phone.

Chu Zihang silently pushed the soy milk further away, fearing it would spill. The sun shone on the three playful teenagers, as if it were just an ordinary morning.

It was just an old king, a new king and an ordinary future executive minister chatting and having a meal together.

......

When Ye Fan pushed open the white fence door of his villa, he smelled the aroma of braised fish.

He deliberately stepped heavily, and a cheerful response came from the kitchen: "Xiao Fan? Mom is making fish soup, wash your hands first!"

Ye Weiwei, wearing a floral apron, emerged from the kitchen, her hair dusted with flour. She had just turned forty, but looked like she was in her early twenties. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Ye Fan.

"Is it so easy for the school to grant leave?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear with the back of her soy sauce-soaked hand. "It's a good time to try the sweet and sour pork ribs that Mom just learned to make."

Ye Fan put the strawberry cake he bought on the road on the table: "You have to develop more than 100 ways to cook this sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Nonsense again."

"This is clearly the 93rd type."

Ye Weiwei pretended to hit him, but first she smiled with dimples, "There are new towels in the bathroom, and I just dried the quilt in your room yesterday."

The bedroom on the second floor remains the same as it was in high school, and on the bookshelf is a robot model assembled by Ye Fan in junior high school.

"Mom!" Ye Fan yelled, leaning on the handrail. "Next month I'm going to the United States for an exchange program. The school gave me a million-dollar grant!"

He is now considered a leader of an organization of moderate size, and is also the only alchemy master in the world of mixed-bloods today.

To him, money is just a number, and his mother is too stingy with her money when playing cards.

How could a single bet of only 10,000 or 20,000 be enough? How could such a bet be enjoyable? Ye Fan's mother couldn't afford to lose face in front of her sisters.

10 per transaction! And it must be in US dollars!

"You're given a 100 million subsidy for studying reptiles? Don't tell me you're going to a desert or something like that later." Ye Weiwei poked her head out of the kitchen with a reproachful look on her face.

Giving so much money would definitely make it very hard for her son. As for the 100 million subsidy, although it is not a small amount for her, it is not something she looks down upon.

"Are you doing something else again, kid? Huh!" Ye Weiwei glared at Ye Fan as if she had thought of something.

"Mom, I remember it very clearly. The last time I saw someone robbing a robber on the American news, were you the one?"

"I asked you that question, but you still fought me. Haha, do you really think your mom is stupid?!"

"Oh, I know I can't fool you. Anyway, I made a little money from investing. Take it. My family doesn't need it."

Ye Fan pushed her back to the kitchen, "So today the fish must be more spicy!"

Ye Weiwei muttered as she cut peppers, "Okay, okay, you're not allowed to do that again."

"Robbery, robber, you're the one who can think of such a thing!"

"This time it's definitely true." Ye Fan turned on the TV to change the subject. "You know I'm a coward. I won't take any risks!"

Chapter 172 Princess Bai

In the Bai family ancestral hall, twelve white-haired elders sat around an ancient sandalwood round table, and the air was filled with the scent of ambergris and old books.

The projector projected Ye Fan's three-dimensional image in the center of the table, clearly showing his amazing ability to split space with ease.

"It's absolutely true!"

Bai Cheng knelt on the futon, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "The ancestor used the dragon's might to suppress the Zhou family's Wa Lord and reveal his true form. He is definitely a 'Dragon Lord'!"

The great elder, Bai Xuanji, stroked his long, snow-white beard, a gleam of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes. "Investigate! Immediately find out what this... ahem, ancestor's preferences are."

He tapped the table. "Especially what type of girls he likes."

"It's all arranged." Third Elder Bai Yuehua—the only female elder in the family—opened her tablet and tapped the screen.

"Based on bloodline induction, the ancestor should prefer mixed-bloods. This is the information for the six girls from the branch family who just awakened this year..."

Bai Cheng raised his hand weakly: "Does this count as inbreeding?"

"What do you know!" The elder knocked him on the head with his cane, not too hard or too soft.

"Dragon blood requires close kinship to maintain its purity. Go get the family tree. I want to personally choose a wife for the ancestor... no, a Taoist partner!"

The servants hurriedly brought a yellowed parchment scroll and slowly unfolded it on the table.

This is an ancient alchemical tool that has been passed down by the Bai family to this day.

Its only ability is to contact tribesmen in various places at any time and reveal their current names.

Bai Yuehua wanted to use it to see whether the current Ye Fan was the ancestor of her Bai family?

A trace of dragon blood condensed at Bai Yuehua's fingertips and swiped across the genealogical chart. The branches connected by blood immediately lit up with a faint golden light.

"Wait...that's weird, why is there a Ye Weiwei above Ye Fan's name?"

Bai Yuehua suddenly froze, her fingers stopping on a branch.

The elder narrowed his eyes and leaned closer: "Ye? A different surname?"

Bai Yuehua's fingers trembled slightly: "No, she's not from another family... Look at her birthdate and awakening records."

The ancestral hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes turned to the silent Bai family patriarch, Bai Wuya, who sat in the main seat.

Bai Wuya is in his early fifties this year. His face is as strong as a knife, and his temples are slightly gray, but his majesty is not reduced at all.

At this moment, he was holding his forehead and sighing, as if he had expected this scene.

"Clan leader." The Great Elder's voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence. "Could this Ye Weiwei be..."

"My sister." Bai Wuya put down his hand, revealing a face that looked 70% similar to Ye Fan in the image. "My dear."

The ancestral hall suddenly exploded.

Second Elder Bai Chongshan slammed the table and stood up: "The baby girl who was judged to have no bloodline forty years ago?!"

"To be precise, it was you who made the judgment." City Lord Bai sneered, "I said at the time that there was something wrong with the testing method."

The elder Bai Xuanji's expression was uncertain: "So this Ye Fan... is not the ancestor?"

"Of course not." Bai Wuya stood up. His nearly two-meter height cast a huge shadow in the candlelight. "He is my nephew, a descendant of my ancestral lineage."

Fifth Elder Bai Jingqi pointed at the image tremblingly: "But his ability..."

"Stronger than me," City Lord Bai admitted bluntly, "My sister's bloodline was close to S-level, but your outdated testing methods back then couldn't detect it."

The ancestral hall fell silent once again. The elders looked at each other, seeing shock and regret in each other's eyes.

Bai Yuehua was the first to break the silence: "Chief, that incident back then..."

"I know." Bai Wuya waved his hand, suddenly relaxing and slumping down on the armchair like a deflated ball. "You're all doing this for my own good. A sister without bloodline is a burden to the family, and even more of a stain on me, the future head of the family."

He looked up at the coiled dragon relief on the top of the ancestral hall, his tone filled with helplessness:

"But I only have this one sister. You all know how difficult it is to inherit our family's alchemy legacy... Isn't it enough to have an imperial-level half-blood like me to support this generation?"

"So after learning about his true lineage, I also helped him and allowed you to send her away. The world outside is much more interesting than this shabby place."

The elders' expressions grew complicated. Great Elder Bai Xuanji coughed softly and said, "Chief, you are too willful. To allow a descendant of a high bloodline to wander around..."

"She's doing well now."

"That's enough for me."

Bai Wuya interrupted him, "She's been free for forty years and has a wonderful son. Didn't you see her smile? It's much better than staying in this shabby ancestral hall."

Seventh Elder Bai Zhiyuan couldn't help but slam the table:

"But her son is at the Dragon Lord level! The Bai family's bloodline is becoming increasingly weak. A hundred years ago, there was at least one Emperor-level hybrid in each generation, but now we're starting to see them appear every other generation!"

"I know." Bai Wuya suddenly smiled, and that smile was somewhat similar to Ye Fan in the video. "So when I saw this kid's face this morning, I felt familiar. I didn't expect that he was really my nephew."

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked around at the elders:

"Everyone, you now know my sister's bloodline—it's incredibly close to S-rank, and a single burst of blood is all it takes to break through the critical point. As for my nephew..."

He pointed at Ye Fan, who was eating fried dough sticks in the video, and said, "A true Dragon Lord. I can feel the pressure of his bloodline even through the screen."

"You dare to force him to go back to the Bai family? Try that! He can slap you to death with just one slap without me stopping you!"

At this point, an immense aura erupted from the two-meter-tall man.

This is the emperor, fearless, not the head of a clan trapped in a rickety place.

The elders exchanged glances, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.

Finally, the eldest, Bai Xuanji, sighed and said, "City Lord, family rules are dead, but people are alive. Who among us old bones hasn't rebelled in our youth?"

He stood up tremblingly and walked to the side of City Lord Bai: "But you know the importance of bloodline better than anyone else. The Bai family needs them, mother and son."

Bai Wuya was silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned: "Okay, go ahead and invite him. But..."

He held up a finger. "No hardball tactics. You can't defeat my nephew with those old tricks."

Bai Yuehua couldn't help but ask, "The clan leader isn't going in person?"

"Yes, of course."

Bai Wuya stretched, his bones crackling. "As an uncle, I miss my nephew, whom I've never met, all the more."

He turned and walked towards the ancestral hall gate, then suddenly stopped. "Oh, right, prepare my sister's room. It should face south; she loves the sun. And..."

He turned around and gave a sly smile. "The alchemy lab is ready too. She expressed her interest in it when we were chatting. Let's take advantage of this opportunity and let her study it carefully."

The elders looked at each other, then smiled knowingly.