Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Lin Yuan turned around, wanting to ask a few more questions, but Angers had already picked up the documents on the table, clearly indicating that he was about to see him off, so he had no choice but to give up.

After leaving the office building, Lin Yuan turned into the Lionheart Society's headquarters.

The library here cannot compare to the collection of the college's main library.

Lin Yuan weaved back and forth among the bookshelves, his eyes quickly scanning the books on them.

The shelves were filled with ancient books, categorized by type, and there were also many parchment scrolls piled up in the corner, as well as quite a few books from recent years.

He casually picked up an ancient book and flipped through it. It was full of diagrams interwoven with ancient Hebrew and complex alchemical matrices, some of which were beyond his comprehension and completely incomprehensible.

Lin Yuan put the book back in its place and stopped to organize his thoughts.

To find what Principal Angers was hinting at in such a vast library, random searching was definitely not an option. The safest approach was to start by understanding the Lionheart Society itself.

He went to the section on biography and history.

The Lionheart Guild's successive leaders have been very thoughtful, translating the ancient books from the guild's founding into various versions and neatly stacking them together.

It is available in all major languages, including Chinese, English, French, and Spanish, and there are even two Latin versions on the side.

Lin Yuan didn't make things difficult for himself and obediently copied a Chinese version of "The Origins of the Lionheart Society".

The first half of the book records the high spirits of this group of young people, starting from the end of the nineteenth century.

The eldest son of the Kassel family, Count Menek Kassel, a native of Cambridge, led the gathering of seven new members of the Secret Party, including Lushanyan, Angers, "Tiger" Jamal, and "Chief" Brendan.

They founded the Lionheart Society. Lionheart means "the one who releases the lion's heart," representing humanity's courage to confront the dragon race with their own flesh and blood.

That was a golden age in the history of the Secret Service. These spirited young people transformed the Lionheart Society from a student fraternity into the sharpest blade of the entire Secret Service, and they became a revolutionary force capable of overturning the conservative practices of the Secret Service at that time.

However, this extravagant prosperity came to an abrupt end after a few pages.

All the glory was destroyed in a catastrophe known as the "Summer Mourning".

Time stands still in August 1900.

Kassel Manor was attacked by the first generation of the Bloodline, Li Wuyue. A horde of Dead Servants broke through the defenses. Faced with a terrifying power far beyond their comprehension, Lu Shanyan held off the enemy alone. In the face of desperation, Chairman Menek activated the final stage of "Blood Rage" and perished together with the Dragon King.

That night, the first generation of Lionheart elites were almost all killed or wounded, with only Angers surviving after being thrown into the collapsed cellar.

"Bloodlust..."

Lin Yuan's fingers lingered on this word.

At the bottom of the Clausthal mine, when Fingel was about to fight to the death, he also uttered this word.

Lin Yuan closed the book, puzzled.

Angers specifically instructed him to come to the Lionheart Society. Could it be that he was looking for this secret technique called "Bloodlust"?

But as he looked around, he saw that although the library here was not as good as the college’s main library, the rows of oak bookshelves that reached the ceiling were densely packed with thousands of documents and files.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but start to doubt whether he had misunderstood. If it really was about the "Bloodlust" manual, Angers could have just given it to him directly; there was no need for him to be the riddle-maker.

Could it be that he went to all this trouble just to give him a history lesson and cultivate his hatred for the dragon race?

The setting sun slanted in through the window. Lin Yuan rubbed his eyes and put the book back in its place.

He was too lazy to keep searching for a needle in a haystack.

Anyway, there's already someone in the dorm who knows the inside story, so it's easier to just ask Fingel when we get back.

As night falls, the campus of Kassel returns to tranquility.

Pushing open the dormitory door, to my surprise, Fingel wasn't playing games.

This trip to Germany must have exhausted this good-for-nothing senior.

He finished washing up early and was now lying on the top bunk playing on his phone.

Lin Yuan took a quick shower, dried his half-dry hair, and lay down.

The two of them chatted idly across the bed.

The sound of their conversation echoed in the dormitory.

Having finished their conversation, Lin Yuan put his hands behind his head and suddenly asked:

"By the way, senior brother."

"Back in the mine, what did you mean by 'bloodlust'?"

Fingel leaned half his body out of the railing, staring at Lin Yuan in shock.

"Huh? Junior brother... weren't you using Bloodlust in the mine?!"

Chapter 88 Unleashing the Lion Within

Fingel hung upside down on the edge of the bed, looking at Lin Yuan with a ghostly expression.

Lin Yuan's transformation underground not only gave him dragon-like features, but also caused his height to swell to five or six meters.

In his original speculation, such an exaggerated half-dragon form meant that his junior brother had directly entered the fourth degree, or even the legendary fifth degree "blood rage".

Either Lin Yuan possesses some kind of power that doesn't belong to a hybrid race.

Judging from Lin Yuan's words, his second conjecture has been confirmed.

Although he was somewhat prepared, Fingel was still startled when Lin Yuan confirmed the second possibility, and almost fell off the bed.

Lin Yuan met Fingel's gaze: "Is it strange?"

He didn't mind letting Fingel know his background.

Firstly, when facing the third generation of the species directly at the bottom of the mine, Fingel dared to stand in front of him. Although he didn't need Fingel to do so, this alone was enough to win Fingel's trust.

Secondly, Lin Yuan didn't care about the trouble that exposure might bring.

He was confident in his own strength; there were few beings in the world of hybrids who could threaten him.

This afternoon, Angers demonstrated that while "Time Zero" is tricky, its ability to interfere with the flow of time must have flaws.

Otherwise, the "Summer Mourning" would not have happened at the Kassel Manor a hundred years ago.

The fact that the first-generation species named Li Wuyue was not dealt with by Angers is the best proof that Time Zero is not unsolvable.

Ultimately, even the power of words is not invincible.

Moreover, today, within the "Time Zero" realm, I am in human form.

If he were to become a half-dragon, or even transform into a fully-fledged Azure Dragon, it's uncertain whether Angers could break through his defenses.

Thinking about it this way, whether you hide it or not doesn't matter anymore.

Fingel swallowed hard; things had developed in a way that completely exceeded his expectations.

He had prepared a whole bunch of excuses in his mind, thinking that no matter what outrageous excuse his junior brother came up with, he would just pick up the thread and say some nonsense to get the matter over with.

After all, the unknown power is too extraordinary. If we were to talk about it, it would surely attract the covetousness of outsiders, which would do us no good.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yuan readily admitted it.

This left Fingel completely bewildered. All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to say.

A brief silence fell over the dormitory.

Fingel looked at Lin Yuan, who was on the lower bunk and seemed completely unconcerned: "Junior brother... such a big thing, you just tell me like this, is it alright?"

"I believe in my senior brother," Lin Yuan replied sincerely.

Fingel was speechless again.

He was used to using slang and nonsense to disguise himself, and instinctively wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.

But faced with Lin Yuan's frankness, she felt that making jokes was inappropriate.

"I will not let you down, junior brother," Fingel solemnly promised, leaning on the railing.

Lin Yuan smiled, shifted to a more comfortable position, and put his hands behind his head: "Alright, now tell me, what exactly is 'Bloodlust'?"

Fingel sat up straight, cross-legged, and began to explain things to Lin Yuan:

"Within the body of a hybrid, the human will has always suppressed the tyrannical dragon genes, while 'bloodlust' is the act of actively giving up the suppression and letting the dragon blood erode oneself in order to gain greater power."

Fingel pointed to his head: "Once you start using it, there's no turning back. The final outcome is losing your mind and becoming a Deadpool."

"This is a forbidden technology, but it is still used by generations of hybrids because in order to fight against the dragon, one must be prepared to become the dragon."

“However, since your source of power is different from ours, this technology should be of little use to you, junior brother.”

Lin Yuan became interested after hearing this.

It might have been useless before, but now that he has the power of words, even if it only increases his strength, he wants to learn it.

Seeing that Lin Yuan insisted on learning, Fingel told him the exact location of the secret manual in the Lionheart Society's library.

The next morning, Lin Yuan went to the Lionheart Society's library.

Following Fingel's directions, he quickly found the bookshelf.

Although Fingel said it was a forbidden art with no turning back, it doesn't seem to be restricted from being accessed.

It's clear that the higher-ups at Kassel College are eager for these passionate young people to take the initiative to read the materials, so they can play a greater role on the battlefield.

The records inside are not complicated. The core idea is to break down the barriers of reason through psychological suggestion and unleash the "lion" in one's heart.

On the yellowed title page, the full name of the technique is marked in cursive Latin script: "The Path to Godhood".

Lin Yuan found the name somewhat childish and laughable, and with a critical eye, he turned to the main text.

However, after a cursory glance, Lin Yuan was somewhat disappointed.

This was completely different from the secret manual he had envisioned that could raise the upper limit of his strength; it was more like a secret technique used to fight desperately.

It relies on overdrafting to gain a temporary boost in combat power, and once activated, it's like riding a death slide without brakes. As the number of times you lose blood increases, the slope becomes steeper and steeper until you fall into the abyss.

But this doesn't mean it's worthless. Often, when facing an invincible foe, bloodlust is the only thing hybrids can rely on.

Lin Yuan, relying on his powerful memory, memorized the method of the Blood Explosion.

He stuffed the tattered scroll back onto the bookshelf untouched, then turned and went downstairs.

As I passed by the Lionheart Society's training hall, the sound of blows could be heard through the walls.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be someone I knew.

Lin Yuan pushed open the door and went inside.

In the center of the training ground, Chu Zihang, shirtless, his well-proportioned muscles glistening with sweat, tirelessly swung his sword at the air.

Seeing Lin Yuan enter, Chu Zihang stopped what he was doing. A flicker of emotion appeared on his usually cold, expressionless face: "You're back?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

"How did the mission go?" Chu Zihang asked.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment. Neither Schneider nor Angers seemed to have told him to keep it a secret, so he answered truthfully: "It was alright. There was a little twist. In the end, we faced a resurrected third-generation species, but thankfully, we killed it."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang froze on the spot.

In Kassel's textbooks, slaying a pure-blooded dragon, especially a third-generation one, is a monster that requires an entire elite squad of fully armed soldiers, plus heavy firepower, to contend with.

Lin Yuan had actually killed a third-generation species.

He knew Lin Yuan was very strong, but it seemed that he could refresh his understanding of "strength" every time.

Such a huge gap in strength did not discourage Chu Zihang; on the contrary, it excited him.

Lin Yuan's achievements proved something crucial to him: even pure-blooded dragons could be killed by mortals.

Since Lin Yuan asked him about the meaning of wielding the sword, Chu Zihang has severed his confusion.

He wanted to cleave through that dark night of torrential rain, so he desperately craved to become stronger.

Chu Zihang looked at Lin Yuan, who was leaning against the doorframe, and solemnly asked him:

"Tell me, how can I become stronger?"

Lin Yuan had only come in for a casual stroll, but he didn't expect Chu Zihang to make this request.

He asked with some curiosity, "Why are you so eager for power?"

Chu Zihang fell silent.

His experiences were too bizarre to be told out loud, so he never mentioned them to others, but he would recall the scene of the torrential rain every night before going to sleep.