Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

"Holy crap, there really isn't one?"

Lin Yuan laughed. He was so angry and embarrassed; it seemed he really did have no hair.

"No hair, with a mummy underling, and trying to resurrect some god... Goodness, he actually came to the set of 'The Mummy'."

He pointed at the priest and teased, "Hey, aren't you called Imhotep?"

The priest didn't understand the references to "The Mummy" and Imhotep, but he could tell that the other party didn't take him seriously at all and was simply playing him for a fool.

"Ignorant fool!" the priest roared, waving his scepter.

The four mummy-like undead behind them charged towards Lin Yuan and Nuonuo.

Nono fired several shots.

The bullets struck the mummy's torso, but only created a few shallow holes in the bandages.

These Deadpools, driven entirely by alchemy, are not only incredibly hard but also insensitive to pain; bullets can hardly harm them.

Now that his curiosity had been satisfied, Lin Yuan was no longer going to tease the other party.

He stretched his shoulders and took down the guandao from his back. (The term "naginata" has been revised throughout the text to consistently refer to "guandao".)

These four mummies seem to be the priest's trump card. Let's tear his trump card apart first, and then ask about the whereabouts of the "Feather of Mayat".

Lin Yuan faced the monster and slashed horizontally with his Guan Dao.

A white, crescent-shaped sword aura swept across, passing by the waists of the four mummy dead servants.

"Thump, thump..."

The battle had barely begun when it ended.

The four mummy-like dead servants were cleaved in two by the sword energy and lay neatly on the ground.

The priest was terrified by what he saw.

He thought they were just two ordinary mixed-race people who had gotten here by luck.

But to his surprise, the opponent made a move that instantly killed his four Deadpools.

This was a trump card that the high priest had specially given him to ensure the safety of this alchemical array; each mummy was stronger than him.

But with just one strike, it was cut in half at the waist by Lin Yuan.

The priest, who had spent most of his time underground in Egypt, had never been exposed to the fantastical novels of the East and had no concept of "sword energy" in his mind.

As a high-level hybrid, he has an extremely keen sense of energy.

When that strike was unleashed, there was neither a resonance of dragon runes nor any elemental fluctuation.

That's not the power of words at all.

The priest's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"No...don't kill me! Spare me!" He began to beg for mercy frantically, completely different from his previous demeanor.

"I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. If you cooperate well, I might spare your life."

Lin Yuan planted the Guan Dao in the ground and walked towards the priest. He sensed the priest's malice, but he knew he had to make the priest completely despair.

How could he honestly confess the truth, especially since Nono was still burdened with the curse of "Duat's Dream"?

Right now, he wants to crush all of the enemy's illusions with absolute strength.

Just as Lin Yuan was only a few steps away from his opponent, the priest who was kneeling and begging for mercy suddenly raised his head and ripped off the jackal mask from his face.

Beneath the mask was a pale, distorted face, and in his eye sockets burned two thick orbs of bloody light.

He stared into Lin Yuan's eyes, a sinister smile spreading across his face as if he had succeeded in his scheme.

"You were still careless."

Chapter 102: Has the Curse Escalated?

Lin Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He felt a cold, sticky consciousness surge into his mind along his line of sight, just like a possession scene from a novel.

Faced with this bizarre mental attack, Lin Yuan dared not be careless in the slightest.

He immediately focused his attention, preparing to meet the opponent's attack on a conscious level.

The priest's abilities are a gift from the gods.

As long as the target is close enough to make eye contact, his mind will be drawn into an illusion, where he can gradually erode the other person's spirit.

Ultimately, the enemy is turned into a mindless living dead.

Those four mummy servants were created by the high priest in this way.

Although his strength was far inferior to that of the High Priest, he was still fearless.

The bloodline of the White King is naturally far superior to other mixed-bloods in the spiritual realm. Therefore, he was confident that even if the Eastern boy in front of him was exceptionally strong, he would definitely not be his match in the spiritual realm.

With a sinister grin, the priest's consciousness entered Lin Yuan's mental world, ready to savor the prey's fear and despair.

But what awaited the priest was not the spiritual world he was used to.

As far as the eye could see, there was a chaotic world filled with thunder, storms and flames.

Deep within the churning thunderclouds, a colossal azure dragon, too large for him to discern, lay coiled.

Seemingly sensing the priest's spirit, the Azure Dragon lowered its eyes, which shone as brightly as the sun and moon.

He gave the intruder a cold glance.

An overwhelming pressure poured down.

Before the priest could react, the power bestowed upon him by the gods and his own spiritual strength were already bursting apart by that gaze.

The real world.

Lin Yuan was on high alert, preparing to defend against the priest's mental attacks.

In the blink of an eye, that chilling invasion of consciousness vanished without a trace.

"Huh? It's over?"

Lin Yuan was completely taken aback. He had thought that the other party was about to unleash some earth-shattering ultimate move by taking off the mask.

After all that effort, it was like letting out a loud fart—and that was it.

He looked down at the priest kneeling in front of him, intending to ask what was going on and whether he had made a move.

But soon, Lin Yuan realized that something was wrong.

The guy who was grinning savagely just a second ago now had unfocused eyes and was kneeling there motionless.

Lin Yuan waved his hand in front of the other person's face and then tentatively patted his head.

No response.

Apart from the faint rise and fall of his chest, there was no trace of a living person on his body. It was as if the attack had been deflected, and he himself had become the victim.

"Damn, what bad luck."

Lin Yuan cursed under his breath, furious.

He hadn't even had a chance to ask his own questions, and the location of "Mayat's Feather" hadn't been explained yet, and he'd already ruined himself like this.

The problem is that all of this happened so fast that Lin Yuan had no idea what was going on.

He watched as the opponent unleashed a powerful attack, and then he became mentally impaired.

Since he had lost his value for interrogation, Lin Yuan didn't intend to keep this menace around to become nourishment for his Azure Dragon Fruit.

He extended his index finger and struck the priest's forehead with a finger gun.

"puff"

With a bloody hole in his forehead, the priest collapsed limply.

The strange thing happened again: the Azure Dragon Fruit did not produce any results.

Neither the scarabs in the passageway ahead, nor the mummy ghoul just now, nor the priest before us could improve the Azure Dragon Fruit in the slightest.

Lin Yuan was somewhat puzzled. Was it because the Azure Dragon Fruit's current revival was too advanced, making ordinary hybrids and Deadpools seem like mere child's play, and they were no longer interested? Or was there some other reason?

The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts as Nono ran over quickly.

She had just seen the bloodshot look in the priest's eyes and thought the priest had some trump card up his sleeve, fearing that Lin Yuan might accidentally fall into his trap.

In the blink of an eye, that guy had become a corpse.

"Are you alright?" Nono asked Lin Yuan, looking at him with some concern.

"What could possibly happen to me?" Lin Yuan kicked away the corpse at his feet.

"It's just a pity that this guy must have done something to make himself look like an idiot, so we won't be able to get any useful information out of him now."

Seeing that Lin Yuan was alright, Nono's tense nerves relaxed.

A wave of weakness washed over her, her face turned deathly pale, her vision blurred, and she slumped forward uncontrollably.

Lin Yuan reacted quickly and grabbed Nuonuo's waist.

He held the girl's somewhat exhausted body in his arms, her warm breath brushing against Lin Yuan's neck, carrying a faint scent of roses.

Through the thin sportswear, he could clearly feel the body in his arms trembling slightly, and the heartbeat was very rapid.

The usually flamboyant and proud little witch was now deathly pale.

"What happened? Are you injured?" Lin Yuan asked anxiously.

"I'm...I'm not hurt." Nono's breathing was uneven.

"I haven't slept for the past few days, my nerves have been on edge... Now that I've suddenly relaxed, I feel a bit exhausted."

Hearing that slightly trembling breath, Lin Yuan felt an even greater sense of urgency.

He helped Nuonuo to the edge of the stone pavilion and sat her down against a stone pillar.

The immediate priority is to find the "Feather of Mayat" and end the curse.

But when Lin Yuan looked around, the stone hall was large and empty, with the only lighting coming from the braziers on the surrounding walls.

In such dim light, finding a feather is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Lin Yuan decided to brighten the place up first, so he pulled out the Guan Dao that he had previously stuck in the floor tiles.

Fine, blue scales spread rapidly from his wrists, and his arms entered a semi-dragon state.

Lin Yuan slashed at the ceiling above his head with all his might.

A domineering sword aura soared into the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar, causing the entire underground palace to shake violently.

The ceiling, made of massive stones, was no match for the sword energy, and a huge crack more than ten meters long was torn open.

The unsupported yellow sand poured into the hall, raising clouds of dust on the ground.

Nono leaned against the stone pillar, raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and nose, and stared in astonishment at Lin Yuan's back as he cleaved the sky with a single strike.

Although she had heard of Lin Yuan's feat of killing Conrad before, she had just witnessed the shockwave that severed Conrad from a distance.

But she always thought that it was another manifestation of Lin Yuanyan's spirit.

Only now, looking at the ceiling that had been cleaved open by brute force, did she realize that this was clearly a power far surpassing the power of words.

Once the quicksand above had settled, bright sunlight poured in, illuminating the entire hall.

Lin Yuan quickly scanned the hall but did not see any trace of dragon scales or feathers.

However, with the help of the sunlight overhead, he discovered that there was a dense ring of patterns etched on the ground.

To get a clear view, Lin Yuan freed his left hand and swung it forcefully towards the area where the quicksand had accumulated.

A strong gust of wind suddenly rose up, blowing all the yellow sand piled on the floor tiles to a corner at the other end of the hall.

As the dust settled, he saw a massive alchemical array painted with scarlet pigment, occupying most of the stone hall.

Lin Yuan circled the alchemy array twice, then reached out and touched the dark red paint on it. It was completely dry, indicating that it had been painted on for some time.

He walked over to Nono, pointed to the magic circle, and asked, "Do you recognize this magic circle?"

Nono leaned against the stone pillar, weakly got up, took a few steps along the edge of the magic circle, and then shook her head: "The academy hasn't taught advanced alchemical magic circles yet, so I don't recognize what this is."