Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He has the right to mix a full 20 tons of special alchemical metals. With the modifications made by the equipment department, he definitely has more than 20 tons of terrifying bombs!

Now his status in the Equipment Department is higher than that of the Minister of Equipment, even higher than that of Angers!

As long as he gives the order, the entire equipment department is willing to go through fire and water for him, just to obtain some more alchemical knowledge from him!

Bai Xiu's body suddenly trembled violently, as if being grasped by an invisible giant hand. He roared in pain, "It's... the Dragon Lord. A Dragon Lord just like you, no stronger than you. He is a true pure-blooded dragon."

"And it's useless. If bombs worked, I would have bought all the cannons 100 years ago and blown that damn guy to death!"

The old man swallowed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat, slowly sat down on the stone table, and recounted the bloody past that had been buried by time.

"He is the earliest dragon. Since the birth of the Black King, he, like the other eight giant snakes, has followed the Black King in his conquests.

Before the birth of the Four Lords and the White King, they were the most powerful beings, controlling their own authority and possessing their own characteristics. He wields the ultimate corruption and is the most bloodthirsty being under the Black King!

"You should have read the Frozen Sea Fragments. It tells of the dragon's rule. The dragon cast bronze into its pillars and built a city in the sky."

"That supreme city lies at the northernmost edge of the world, and a giant dragon sits coiled atop it. Their supreme majesty radiates from the far north to the entire world!"

"But the dragon race also has its own conflicts. Where there are conflicts, there will be wars, unless there is only one dragon left in the world."

"They would not choose to fight beside their thrones. For such noble creatures, such a way of fighting would be disgraceful, so they would stay away from their thrones, but not completely against them.

East and West, these were their only two options, and they chose to place the battlefield in the East..."

"From now on, the throne will be in the north and the battlefield will be in the east."

"And the one who brought us the curse was the most bloodthirsty fellow. After the wars ended, he chose not to return to the Far North, the land symbolizing the glory of the dragon. Instead, he remained on the battlefield, surrounded by the corpses of countless of his own kind."

Bai Xiu's voice became ethereal, as if traveling through a thousand years. "He guarded the Eastern battlefield, reveling in blood, and turning the land into a purgatory.

He is the most brutal giant snake and the most brutal one under the Black King. He certainly will not get used to a peaceful life. The flesh and blood of his own kind can no longer satisfy him, so he turns his attention to humans.

Wherever it goes, everything decays and all living things suffer."

At this point, the old man began to cough violently, and black blood continued to flow out from between his fingers.

“We Chinese are not as keen on slaying dragons as the Secret Party. We even regard dragons as a spiritual totem and ourselves as descendants of dragons.

Because we do, just like you and me, we do inherit the blood of the dragon!

But if that damn dragon affects our lives, we don't mind picking up the butcher knife and swinging it towards the lofty sky city."

The dusty past came flooding back like a tide - a thousand years ago, the founder of Taoism and the ancestors of the Bai family joined forces to observe the celestial phenomena, examine the veins of the earth, and find the place where the dragon energy of the Nine Provinces gathered.

They used the water of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River as a guide, and used 100,000 demon-sealing talismans, 99 dragon-locking iron chains, and the Taoist treasure, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, to suppress the Dragon Lord at the bottom of the Dragon-Locking Well.

But before being sealed, the Dragon Lord transformed his corrupted power into a curse, and the bloodline of anyone who participated in the seal could not escape the erosion of lifespan.

"My body should have decayed a hundred years ago."

Bai Xiu stroked the marks on the stone bed, which were the marks left by his countless nights of painful struggle:

"Our ancestors experienced similar difficulties, so they created a sarcophagus to preserve the highest-ranking person of each generation.

This time cannot delay my corruption, it can only pause my own time, lose everything, and be awakened again when necessary.

It is by pausing my own time that I have managed to make it this far.”

He stopped talking, the old man lowered his head and looked dejected and decadent.

“But Weiwei, Wuya… they can’t escape.

Every descendant of the Bai family will experience physical decline after the age of thirty, and begin to show signs of decay at the age of sixty, unless they are of royal blood. However, even royal blood can barely live to over ninety.

Ye Fan's dragon blood roared in his veins, and the image of his mother Ye Weiwei with frosted hair on her temples appeared before his eyes, as did the image of his uncle Bai Wuya with a hidden injury that was difficult to heal.

He clenched his fists tightly, digging his nails into his palms. "Where is he? I'm going to kill him myself!"

There was unquestionable murderous intent in the voice, and the air in the entire stone house seemed to be frozen.

Chapter 181 Longhu Mountain

Amid the roar of its rotor blades cutting through the clouds, the helicopter hovered in the airspace of Longhu Mountain like a giant black bird.

The pilot's knuckles turned white as he gripped the joystick, and his eyes kept glancing back in the rearview mirror - the "blue-eyed Grim Reaper" who was said to have torn the Dragon King apart with his bare hands was now sitting quietly in the back row of the cabin.

Ye Fan's black windbreaker fell to the ground, and the golden patterns on the collar rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

His blue pupils reflected the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole, as if he took in the entire sky.

The sarcophagus beside me glows with a warm luster, and the sediment of time flows between the mottled lines. Every crack seems to be telling an ancient story.

His fingertips occasionally brushed across the surface of the coffin, and golden arcs of electricity moved along the lines, like dormant thunder waiting to awaken.

"Longhu Mountain is just ahead."

The pilot's voice was filled with awe. "Even if it's a secret party plane, you can't enter without permission. Now... I'll have to trouble Mr. Ye."

"I understand. Open the hatch."

Ye Fan nodded.

He knew clearly that the special plane of the Chinese Executive Department had to follow Chinese rules. Even if he used the authority of an S-level commissioner to dispatch one, he could not violate local rules.

The cabin door banged open, and the biting mountain wind rushed in instantly.

Ye Fan held the edge of the sarcophagus with one hand, and under the heavy pressure, it was as easy as lifting a piece of gauze.

He tapped the cabin door lightly with his toes and jumped out of the cabin with a black afterimage.

The windbreaker fluttered in the strong wind like a battle flag that never faded, and the sarcophagus on his shoulder shimmered as it fell.

On the top of the mountain, the green tiles of the Taoist temple shimmered in the sunlight.

The white-haired Taoist priest was holding a pot to boil tea. In the dark brown tea soup, the tea leaves were floating up and down, just like the rise and fall of all things in the world.

The moment Ye Fan's figure cut through the sky, the Taoist's turbid pupils suddenly lit up with golden light, and the water surface in the teacup in his hand rippled finely, reflecting the black shadow in the air that was wrapped in the breath of destruction.

"What a rare guest..." the Taoist muttered to himself, with golden light shining all around him.

The golden light covered him like flowing water, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a stream of light and shot towards the mountain gate.

At this moment, Ye Fan was walking steadily up the winding stone steps. The thousands of steps seemed like flat ground under his feet.

The muffled sound of the sarcophagus hitting the ground startled the Taoist boy in front of the mountain gate. The boy was originally sleeping soundly under the shade of a tree, but was awakened by a chill.

Looking up, I saw a young man in black standing in front of the door with a huge stone coffin on one shoulder, with the clear blue sky behind him. The whole picture was like a ghost walking out of an ink painting.

"May I ask what you are here for?"

"If you are a guest with an invitation, I will open the door for you."

The Taoist boy's voice couldn't stop trembling, and the aura of the person in front of him made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"You've probably heard of the Camarilla, a pack of mad dogs bent on slaughtering all dragons."

Ye Fan paused, his azure pupils suddenly turned golden, and the pressure of dragon blood spread like a tide:

"I'm the highest-ranking S-rank specialist, and also the craziest of them all. I'm here... to slay the dragon."

The Taoist boy's face suddenly changed: "Don't be ridiculous! This is the ancestral land of Taoism, how could there be a dragon..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan had already walked to the front of the mountain gate. He pressed his palm against the mottled wooden door, the warmth of his fingertips almost melting the door panel. "Can you help me open the door?"

"No!" The Taoist boy took a step back. "Without an invitation, no one can..."

Ye Fan sighed and apologized sincerely to the Taoist boy.

"Then I can only be offended."

The dragon blood in Ye Fan's body was boiling. Just when he was about to force his way in, a golden light flashed, and a skinny but powerful hand pressed down on his wrist.

A soft golden light lingered around the white-haired Taoist priest, and his sage-like face showed a look of understanding:

"Don't worry, my friend. I am the best invitation."

Ye Fan's eyes were slightly stern, and he saluted respectfully: "Grandpa said that if you see a senior with golden light all around him, he is the person I am looking for."

The Taoist nodded, turned around and led the way:

"Follow me. If you insist on slaying the dragon, let me first discuss the pros and cons with you."

A flash of golden light and the two disappeared from the spot. Only the Taoist boy was left standing there, staring at the empty mountain gate and muttering to himself:

"Is that... the contemporary Heavenly Master?"

The mountain wind blew past the copper bells on the eaves, and the crisp sound echoed in the empty mountain road, as if playing a prelude to the coming storm.

The mountains are shrouded in mist and the aroma of tea is in the air.

Ye Fan followed Zhang Qingwei into a secluded courtyard. In the courtyard, a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree stood tall like a canopy. Its golden leaves fluttered in the wind, forming a dazzling patch on the stone table.

"Sit down." Zhang Qingwei flicked his sleeves, and the teapot tilted automatically, pouring amber tea into the celadon cup.

"This is the unique cloud tea of ​​Mount Longhu, picked from the cliffs. It only weighs a few ounces after a hundred years."

Ye Fan gently placed the sarcophagus under the ginkgo tree, and the coffin made a dull sound when it touched the ground.

He lifted the teacup, his golden eyes reflecting the ripples of the tea. "Senior, time is running out."

Zhang Qingwei stroked his long, snow-white beard, his eyes gleaming with gold. "Five thousand years ago, your ancestors fought the first Emperor outside the city of Xianyang. During that battle, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light."

Ye Fan's fingers tightened slightly, and the porcelain cup made a slight cracking sound in his palm.

"Emperor Yi, the dragon that brought the blood curse to my Taoist ancestor and your Bai family's ancestors, is no ordinary dragon."

Zhang Qingwei's voice suddenly became low.

"He was one of the original nine dragons who followed the Black King and a member of the Dragon Elders' Council. When the other eight dragons chose to head for the Far North Throne, he alone remained on the Eastern battlefield."

Ginkgo leaves fell on the sarcophagus, and Ye Fan's gaze moved with them.

Lying in the coffin was his great-grandfather, the only one in the Bai family who was almost a hundred years old.

Because of the curse, any member of the Bai family who survives past the age of sixty will begin to be affected by corruption.

He did not tell his mother and uncle directly, but instead brought his great-grandfather to Longhu Mountain alone.

In the battle against a first-generation species, the current members of the Bai family are really useless.

As for my uncle... he is the head of the Bai family, so just think of him as the spark that Ye Fan left for the Bai family.

"He was tired of simply killing."

Zhang Qingwei continued, "So he turned his attention to humans. In 221 BC, he transformed himself into Ying Zheng and founded the Qin Dynasty."