I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

Bai Lin opened his eyes, glanced at him, and casually said, "I am Hua..."

He subconsciously wanted to say that he was a direct disciple of the White Dragon Pool of the Dragon Transformation Sect, but then he suddenly realized that this was Earth and there was no Dragon Transformation Sect here. His eyes became desolate.

After a long pause, he finally spoke softly, "Bai Lin."

His surname on Earth is Su, but the name Bai Lin has been used for a century and is more familiar to him.

Bai Lin?

The official and the officer exchanged another glance, both looking somewhat surprised.

That name, and that tone of voice...

If it weren't for its enormous and bizarre size, they would have thought that the dragon in front of them was actually a person in disguise.

“We’ll bring water right away,” the official said. “Please rest well, we won’t disturb you any longer.”

He winked at the officer.

The officer understood, signaled the soldiers to disperse, then smiled amicably at Bai Lin, whose eyes were closed, before leaving.

The white dragon before them could actually speak; it was clearly not a beast!

Officials have realized that smuggling it away is probably no longer feasible.

They will definitely have to have a serious discussion and adjust their attitude towards it.

That's a white dragon that can speak human language!

If this matter were to leak out, it would surely cause a storm all over the world!

It may mean that the myths and legends of our ancestors were not fabricated, and that the legendary Heavenly Dragon Palace may actually exist!

The earlier conflicts between the two vanished instantly.

The two were so excited that they could hardly express it, and they planned to report the matter to higher authorities as soon as possible.

This time, the matter was reported to higher authorities with greater efficiency.

It is said that this white dragon can speak human language and called itself Bai Lin, which alarmed even the highest levels of government.

He personally issued instructions demanding that the mythical creature be appeased and all its demands met, while ensuring its safety and maintaining control.

The officials arranged for water trucks to be brought in, and the military officer thoughtfully had tents set up.

To their slight dismay, when they tried to find out more information, Bailong always seemed unresponsive.

Bai Lin was extremely exhausted, both physically and mentally, and had no desire to engage in any pretense or politeness with these people.

He was filled with confusion about the future and didn't know where to go from here.

Earth is devoid of spiritual energy, making cultivation hopeless. Even though the White Dragon has a special physique and can slowly recover its spiritual power by absorbing the power of water, further advancement is still a long way off.

Having failed to learn how to transform into human form, how should he cope with this body?

Now, even if he wanted to marry and have children like an ordinary person, it would be impossible for him!

Bai Lin fell into a deep sleep amidst pain and confusion.

He had a dream in which he returned to the Rising Dragon Platform, attracting a large crowd to watch.

The senior monk who presided over Qinglongtan Temple smiled and said he wanted to introduce his beautiful granddaughter to him as a Daoist partner.

Before he could answer, a woman dressed in Earth-style clothing charged out with a sword.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was his ex-girlfriend Zhu Yun, whom he hadn't seen in a century.

What caught him even more off guard was that Zhu Yun was holding a little girl's hand and calling him "Dad".

Amidst the chaos, Bai Lin awoke.

It turned out to be a dream.

Chapter 5 Ingredients and Habitat

Bai Lin raised his head and looked around.

Tents were pitched overhead, and the soldiers retreated a bit further away, but the tanks with artillery were still not far away.

Upon seeing that he had woken up, the waiting officials hurried over.

There was another person with him.

Judging from their posture and attitude, the newcomer is of higher status.

"Mr. Bai Lin, you're awake?" the official asked with a friendly expression.

Bai Lin gave a soft hum, and the breath he exhaled formed a string of icy mist in the air.

White dragons are cold in nature, and their breath carries a chill.

The official didn't care about his attitude and instead introduced another person.

The visitor was addressed as Director Zhao, and held a very high position in Daxia.

Although both are called directors, their positions are fundamentally different from Liu Chongyu's.

Director Zhao spoke gently with a smile: "On behalf of all the people of Daxia, I welcome Mr. Bai Lin..."

Bai Lin interrupted, "Ask away."

Director Zhao was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting the white dragon to be so straightforward.

"Would it be convenient to tell me about your background?" he asked quickly. "Have you always been here?"

Bai Lin hummed in agreement.

"Do you have any other people like this?" Director Zhao asked.

“If nothing unexpected happens, there are no other dragons here,” Bai Lin said quietly.

Having a dragon isn't necessarily a good thing.

Others might not notice, but a true dragon would be able to smell the unique scent of his human soul. Not killing him would only mean encountering a traitorous dragon.

The Hualong Sect fled to the Ruins Continent because it was besieged by the Dragon Clan.

"Could you tell me where you used to live?" Director Zhao asked.

“Deep in the mountains and rivers,” Bai Lin said calmly, “I have been asleep for a long time, probably a hundred years.”

The group looked surprised, yet also felt it was perfectly reasonable.

"Have you ever had any contact with ordinary people before?" Director Zhao's tone became cautious.

Bai Lin understood his meaning, raised his head slightly, and said, "I share the same origin as you."

His physical body transformed into a white dragon, but his soul remained that of the Earthling, Su Lin.

Director Zhao beamed with joy.

He suddenly suspected that the Descendants of the Dragon might have a deeper meaning, and decided to go back and have people study those ancient myths carefully.

He then asked some more questions, to which Bai Lin mostly answered.

Such a friendly attitude made the expressions of the group more relaxed.

To their regret, the white dragon knew nothing about the Heavenly Palace or the Dragon Palace.

They answered Bai Lin's questions cautiously and patiently.

"Is it 2025 now?" Bai Lin's voice rose considerably upon hearing the date.

The dragon's might, released unintentionally, made the group tremble in fear.

Bai Lin's heart remained unsettled.

He thought a century had passed, but he didn't expect that only twenty years had passed on Earth.

Doesn't this mean that those people from our past on Earth might still be around?

His parents died early, but he has a younger brother. How is he doing now?

Twenty years have passed, where is your girlfriend from back then?

Bai Lin was filled with mixed emotions.

Several officials gritted their teeth, trying their best not to show any unusual behavior.

It took Bai Lin a long while to pull himself out of this emotion.

"Tell me, what are your plans?" His tone was slightly low.

“We would like to invite you to become a special advisor to the Great Xia Kingdom.” Director Zhao clenched his fist, quickly calming himself down.

He said carefully, "The dragon is the totem of the Great Xia Dynasty. We used to think it only existed in myths and legends. Your appearance has extraordinary significance..."

"We will spare no effort to meet your needs, provide the best living and dining conditions, and have a dedicated service and security team to ensure your well-being..."

"You mean surveillance when you talk about security?" Bai Lin scoffed.

"It's to avoid disturbing you," Director Zhao said sincerely, looking directly at Bai Lin. "Your identity is too special. If you appear in public, it's easy for you to attract trouble. We naturally treat you like a god, but those foreigners might have malicious intentions..."

"For your safety, it's best to let us know in advance if you want to go out so we can make arrangements accordingly."

Isn't this surveillance?

Bai Lin scoffed.

This result was not unexpected for him.

He doesn't care.

Once his spiritual power recovers somewhat, trying to trap him is nothing short of a pipe dream.

“What does a special advisor need to do?” he asked.

"When we encounter things we can't understand, you help us find the answers," Director Zhao said. "Besides that, Mr. Bai Lin's joy is the joy of Daxia!"

Bai Lin understood.

The state wants to support him to prevent him from causing trouble.

“I thought you would be interested in me and would want me to cooperate with your research,” he said.

Director Zhao and the others felt that there was something sarcastic or unsettling about what he was saying.

Upon hearing the current year, the white dragon inexplicably seemed to lose its mood.

Could it have been sleeping for too long and missed something important?

They all felt wronged, but dared not show it at all.

Director Zhao smiled sheepishly and said, "If you don't mind, we would like to take Mr. Bai Lin's shed scales, feces, and other items for research."

Study my poop?

Bai Lin shook his head inwardly.

Not to mention that the Dragon Transformation Realm allows one to abstain from grains, even if they eat, the Dragon Clan's terrifying digestive ability is enough to absorb every minute bit of energy and transform it into their own power.

Where would they get excrement and urine to study?

After chatting for a while, he said, "Bring me your map, I need to choose a place to stay."

Director Zhao's face lit up with joy, and he quickly agreed, gesturing to the officials beside him.

The two talked about food.

"Raw food? Do you take me for those beasts who eat raw meat and drink blood?" Bai Lin's tone turned cold, releasing a trace of dragon might.

The terrifying pressure swept over him once again, and Director Zhao's forehead was covered in sweat.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the fear that welled up inside him, and apologized, stating that he had a top-notch culinary team.

The dragon's might flashed and disappeared in an instant.

"I've heard of a kind of bear that eats bamboo?" Bai Lin said.

Director Zhao looked troubled: "Mr. Bai, are you talking about pandas? They are rare. If you want to eat them, we can only supply one every six months at most, otherwise they will soon become extinct."

Are you really going to give me panda food?

Bai Lin nodded in satisfaction: "I mean, this kind of thing smells like bamboo shoots all over, and the meat is too greasy; it's not tasty."

Director Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.