Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan looked up suddenly: "Qin Shi Huang is... a dragon?"

"Exactly."

Zhang Qingwei nodded.

"He rules the world in human form, yet is more brutal than any dragon.

Burning books and burying scholars alive, building the Great Wall, forcing the people into forced labor... Behind these tyrannies was his utter contempt and manipulation of humanity.

Chapter 182 Emperor One

Suddenly a cold wind blew in the yard, and the ginkgo leaves danced wildly.

Ye Fan's black windbreaker rustled, and the golden patterns on his shoulders flashed a cold light in the sunlight.

Indeed, the entire Norse mythology is the history of dragons, so there must be countless dragons and hybrids involved in their Chinese history.

Those so-called gods and folk legends may each have its own exact origin.

"At the time, the two most powerful mixed-blood factions in China—the folk alchemists and the aristocratic mixed-bloods—decided to join forces."

"The vast majority of these alchemists are disciples of my Taoist school, while the aristocratic families are mainly led by the Bai family, led by Bai Qi, the most powerful general of the Qin Dynasty!"

Zhang Qingwei tapped the table lightly with his finger, and golden light spread from his palm, enveloping the entire tea in the teacup.

The tea soup kept floating, turning into a pocket-sized ancient battlefield, showing the scenes of ancient war.

"They poured all the might of the Central Plains into forging a dragon-slaying sword."

In the picture, countless craftsmen toiled day and night in front of the furnace, their blood dripping into the sword embryo, and the secret method of the hybrids injected the dragon energy of Kyushu into it.

Ye Fan saw his ancestor standing in front of the furnace, his face firm, as if he had spanned thousands of years, telling him... the endless murderous intent towards the dragon!

"That battle can only be described in two words: brutal and horrific. Although alchemy had advanced at the time, material resources were extremely scarce."

"If those warriors back then had the equipment we have today, perhaps they could have truly surpassed the limits of power and authority and slaughtered a true first-generation species!"

"But without sophisticated equipment, we can only use human lives to fill the gap. Back then, our ancestors' bloodlines were far less stable than they are now. They almost used their bloodline to refine their skills and stimulated themselves to become Deadpool. After that, they continued to charge forward relying on their obsession in life."

Zhang Qingwei sighed, "The two major forces paid the price of 50% of their members before they could barely seal Emperor Yi.

They dug the infinitely deep Dragon Locking Well at the foot of Mount Longhu, bound the dragon's body with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine black iron chains, and suppressed it with the dragon energy of the Nine Provinces' earth veins.

The scene in the tea soup turned into the bottom of a deep well, where a giant dragon was entangled in countless chains, but its eyes still burned with golden flames in the darkness.

"But at the last moment, Emperor Yi cursed the Bai family's generation of patriarchs and my Taoist ancestor."

Zhang Qingwei looked directly into Ye Fan's eyes and said, "Anyone with the Bai family bloodline will be corroded by decay after the age of sixty, their flesh and blood will melt away, and they will suffer unbearable pain."

Ye Fan's fist hit the stone table, the teacup jumped up, and the tea spilled.

"Is this the reason why my Bai family, despite having a strong bloodline, ages prematurely?"

"That's right, your great-grandfather was already very strong. With such a powerful bloodline, if it weren't for the innate difference, he really could have reached the level of the first generation."

Zhang Qingwei whispered, "His bloodline is truly strong. He relied on the power of his bloodline to fight against a first-generation beast's curse of power. But now... he has reached his limit."

A faint cough was heard from the sarcophagus. Ye Fan put his hand on the coffin lid and used ripples to input life energy into it to delay the aging of his great-grandfather.

He could feel the life of the people inside was slipping away rapidly.

"Senior, I want to kill Di Yi." Ye Fan's voice was icy cold. "The curse originated from him. Kill him and the curse will be lifted."

Zhang Qingwei shook his head: "You can't do it. Emperor Yi holds the power of the 'Lord of Ashes', which is the ultimate power of corruption.

Any attack that touches his flesh will decay and dissipate the moment it touches him. Five thousand years ago, the combined efforts of two great emperor-level hybrids could only seal him, not kill him, precisely because..."

"Authority can only be confronted by authority."

Ye Fan suddenly smiled, and that smile made Zhang Qingwei feel a chill.

Ye Fan raised his right hand, palm facing up. A golden light condensed in his hand, gradually expanding, and finally formed a perfect golden sphere.

It seems as if there are galaxies flowing inside the sphere, eternal and unchanging.

"This is..." Zhang Qingwei stood up suddenly, his white beard trembling.

"Authority. Eternity." Ye Fan said softly, "It symbolizes immortality and permanence."

The golden sphere illuminated the entire courtyard. The falling ginkgo leaves stopped falling the moment they came into contact with the golden light and solidified in the air.

The mottled patterns on the sarcophagus began to glow, resonating with the golden light.

Zhang Qingwei's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. "Impossible... No hybrid has ever awakened to complete eternal authority!"

"How can you have such authority? Could it be...!"

An idea that could almost be called shocking emerged in Zhang Qingwei's mind, and his eyes fell on Ye Fan.

The young man in front of him was wearing a black windbreaker, and the golden pupils in his eyes did not light up, but a peaceful blue.

Could it be that this gentle young man before him had personally killed a powerful First Generation and plundered its power?!

"I have gained authority through my own methods. Having authority is enough, isn't it?"

"So," Ye Fan put away the golden light, and the solidified ginkgo leaves began to fall again, "I can kill him, right?"

The courtyard fell into silence.

There was a faint knocking sound coming from the sarcophagus, which sounded like approval, but also like urging.

Zhang Qingwei sighed deeply, and a golden light shone brightly around him:

"Come with me. The entrance to the Dragon Locking Well is beneath the Tianshi Mansion. But remember, once you enter, either you die, or..."

"There will be no accidents, and there must be no accidents."

"Rather than watching my mother die of old age at the age of 60 due to this damn decay, I would rather shed all my blood in that Dragon Locking Well now!"

Ye Fan lifted up the sarcophagus, his black windbreaker fluttering in the golden light. "The five thousand years of curse on my Bai family should end."

As the two of them walked out of the courtyard, Zhang Qingwei suddenly asked, "Why did you take your dying relatives into danger?"

Ye Fan paused without looking back: "Let him see his enemy fall with his own eyes. This is the only consolation he can give him before his death."

"Besides." Ye Fan's expression was a little bad. "The old man's bloodline is so strong, and he can still live for three days."

"Although overusing Word Spirits will accelerate aging, rather than dying helplessly from corrosion, it's better to burn out the bloodline here and restore it to its peak state, letting that damn dragon taste the wrath of our Bai family!"

In order to kill the family's arch-enemy, did he bring his great-grandfather here in a sarcophagus?

The corners of Zhang Qingwei's mouth twitched twice, and he looked at the sarcophagus with some sympathy. He and Bai Xiu were brothers in the same school when they were young.

The descendants of my junior fellow apprentice... are truly "extremely filial"!

Ye Fan made a joke that wasn't really a joke to lighten the mood. With the battle ahead, they had to stay in top form.

A sudden mountain breeze blew away the ginkgo leaves in the yard.

At the bottom of the endless rocks, deep in the Dragon Locking Well, a pair of golden dragon eyes slowly opened, burning with hatred.

Chapter 183 Ten Thousand Years of Mysterious Ice

"Let's go down from here." Zhang Qingwei held up a peach wood sword and pointed at the statue of the Heavenly Master in front of him.

The statue of the Heavenly Master, made of mud, has been covered with a light golden color after millions of years of offerings. He is tall and his eyes are majestic without being angry.

Building the passage behind the ancestral statue? That's really a bit unfilial. Ye Fan nodded and said, "Then do we have to go around to some secret room?"

"That's not necessary." Zhang Qingwei shook his head and put his hand on the statue of the Heavenly Master: "Just push it away."

The statue of the Heavenly Master began to move to the left as Zhang Qingwei exerted force.

Rumble, rumble...

The buzzing sound vibrated, and dust continued to fall until the entire statue of the Heavenly Master was completely pushed away from its original position.

What appeared before Ye Fan was a dark green and deep blue brick secret passage. It was deep because the cave seemed to have no end, and the dark green came from the material of the cave.

The secret passage made of blue bricks winds downwards, and dark golden lines flow on the surface of each brick.

Ye Fan's fingers brushed against the wall, and he immediately felt a burning pain in his fingertips.

These bricks were infused with cinnabar refined from dragon blood, which was like a branding iron to pure-blooded dragons and a considerable torture to mixed-bloods. This was a common Taoist technique, and for Ye Fan, who was studying the secret party's knowledge, it touched upon his blind spots.

"Be careful."

A bronze compass appeared from the sleeve of Zhang Qingwei's Taoist robe, and the needle spun wildly:

"These 'Dragon-Suppressing Bricks' are crafted from hematite from Kunlun Ruins mixed with meteorite from the Virgoid meteor shower. The blood of forty-nine virgins was added during the smelting process."

"It sounds like he's making medicine, but it turns out he's making bricks?" Ye Fan joked.

"Whether it's making elixirs or bricks, they all use alchemy. Chinese alchemy is unique and generally speaking, there aren't many differences."

Zhang Qing smiled and didn't care about Ye Fan's ridicule. On the contrary, he was very happy to discuss with the young man because he could say something interesting.

"You should have read the current online novels, especially those about cultivating immortals. In those novels, whether it's refining weapons or refining elixirs, earth fire and some monster crystals are all needed. Even when refining puppets, they use them."

Zhang Qingwei pinched his brows, pretending to have a headache: "Let me think about the name of that novel."

"Ah, I remember now, Fights Against the Heavens! That's a really good novel!"

"Don't bully the young because they are poor, don't bully the middle-aged because they are poor, and don't bully the old because they are poor. The dead are the greatest, right?" Ye Fan took over the conversation.

"Oh, the young man is very knowledgeable, much more interesting than your great-grandfather." Zhang Qingwei looked at Ye Fan in surprise:

"That guy is always showing off, relying on the fact that he can fly in the air without a sword, and always looking for Taoist disciples who can fly swords to compete with him."

"If you ask me, that old bastard is the most ungraceful one!"

Zhang Qingwei snorted a few times, obviously very dissatisfied with Ye Fan's great-grandfather Bai Xiu.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost relaxed, Ye Fan suggested: "Then let us go down, Zhang Tianshi."

"Oh, you can't call me Tianshi. Let me think about it. You should call me Shiye. Your great-grandfather is my Shiye, and now I am your Shiye~"

Zhang Qingwei chuckled, and then golden light spread from his heart, wrapping around his whole body like flowing water. He held the sword in his right hand and the compass in his left hand.

At this moment, Zhang Qingwei finally showed the demeanor of a contemporary Heavenly Master. His robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were sharp, and golden light shone.

It looks like he is going to eliminate demons and defend justice!

"Alright, Xiaofan, a hundred years ago, my master took your great-grandfather to kill Emperor Yi. Today, I'm taking you with me. Isn't this a kind of inheritance? How wonderful!"