Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

Seeing their horrified expressions, Lin Yuan had no choice but to roughly recount what had happened along the way.

The trail traced the curse from Cairo to its source, led to the discovery of the alchemical circle in Saqqara, and then worked its way back to the Valley of the Kings, finally culminating in the Nibelungen entering the sarcophagus and defeating the next generation.

He concealed the descriptions of the Azure Dragon Fruit and Conqueror's Haki, trying to be as straightforward as possible.

But to Chu Zihang and Hilge, it was like listening to a story.

No, it's even more illogical than a story.

After a long while, it was Hilly who spoke first. He moved the flashlight away from the white dragon's corpse and looked at Lin Yuan.

"When I invited you to join the Lionheart Society, I was certain you would become the Secret Party's ace, but you are even more outstanding than I imagined. It seems that I will have to relinquish this position of president before I even graduate."

"I don't really care whether I'm the president or not," Lin Yuan waved his hand, looking indifferent.

This is true; in a world where power resides within oneself, authority is often quite useless.

He now possesses the strength to tear apart a next-generation species with his bare hands. Let alone a mere Lionheart Society, even if he were to become a school board member, those old guys would have to hold their noses and give him their place.

"The most important thing now is what to do with the dragon's carcass. It's so big, we can't just take it directly to Cairo, and Angers' private plane probably can't fit it all."

"Are we supposed to dismember Him here and then ship him back in batches?"

Lin Yuan lacked any chivalrous spirit of respecting heroes and leaving his opponents with a complete corpse.

He simply felt heartbroken. Having learned from his previous experience, he understood just how valuable a complete pureblood dragon truly was.

If we were to dismantle it here, some losses would be inevitable.

Sergei snapped out of his daze and repeatedly denied it: "How could it be dismembered here? This is the first time in modern human history that a complete sub-generation dragon body has been obtained. Its value is immeasurable. Its scales, bones, blood, and internal organs are all top-grade alchemical materials. Those lunatics in the Equipment Department will definitely make good use of these materials and transform them into the foundation of the entire Secret Party."

"Hmm?" Lin Yuan's tone was somewhat indifferent.

"What does this mean? The dragon I killed, how did its corpse become the foundation of the Camarilla?"

Sergei paused for a moment upon hearing this question.

According to the education he received from childhood and the Secret Party's code of conduct over the past thousand years, all hybrids are considered fuel for fighting against dragons. The spoils obtained from hunting ancient dragons should naturally be handed over to the Secret Party for unified distribution.

He subconsciously regarded Lin Yuan as a member of the organization.

Since we are all members of the Secret Service, isn't it only right and proper to hand over the spoils of war?

He instinctively wanted to argue by invoking collective honor and righteousness, but when he sensed Lin Yuan's emotions...

Sergei came to his senses and realized what a foolish mistake he had made.

The person standing before him was not a student who needed to follow dogma, but a monster capable of crushing the heart of a next-generation species single-handedly.

The rules of the Secret Party are meant to restrain those mixed-race individuals who must stick together for warmth and rely on the collective to survive, but does the man in front of him need the Secret Party?

Faced with Lin Yuan's power, it doesn't matter whether he acknowledges his identity as a member of the secret society.

Even if Angers were standing here today, let alone just being the president of the Lionheart Society, he wouldn't be able to say anything that would put the bigger picture first.

Sergei immediately corrected his position.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. You killed this second-generation species on your own, so the spoils naturally belong to you. The Secret Party will only provide logistical support and offer you a price that satisfies you enough to buy the materials you don't need."

Lin Yuan stared at him for two seconds, making sure he really understood, before nodding in satisfaction.

Actually, he had no intention of falling out with the Secret Party; it's good to have a powerful backer.

The fact that they were able to summon an armed helicopter into another country's airspace is enough to prove the immense resources and privileges this organization possesses in human society.

As long as this cooperative model of "I'm responsible for killing the dragon, and the Secret Party pays me and whitewashes me" continues, Lin Yuan wouldn't mind finishing his four years of university in Kassel peacefully.

He's a pragmatic person at heart; he simply enjoys the process of fighting and becoming stronger, while also making some money and enjoying life.

They have no ambition to rule humanity, nor do they want to become antisocial.

He hasn't had enough of the glamorous world yet; he has a private jet when he goes out and logistical support when something happens.

It must be very comfortable to have a powerful organization handling all the complicated and trivial matters behind the scenes.

"Then let's arrange transportation as soon as possible." Lin Yuan pointed to the other side of the ruins in the hall.

"And remember to take that pure gold scale with you. After it's weighed, just convert it to market gold price and transfer it to my account."

Chapter 110 I Want to See Him

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, Chu Zihang took the initiative to speak.

“No problem, this isn’t exactly a contraband item, and it’s very easy to transport.” He walked to the scales, took out a flashlight, and carefully examined the patterns on them.

"However, I don't recommend you sell it based on the gold price. This might be an alchemical item and an ancient Egyptian artifact. If you put it up for auction, the price will be much higher."

Lin Yuan readily agreed, "Then let's do as you say."

Chu Zihang glanced at Lin Yuan again and noticed the bloodshot eyes, a result of prolonged mental tension.

Based on his understanding of Lin Yuan, he knew that the man would not sleep until Nuonuo was out of danger, so he had also stayed up for about forty hours.

"Why don't you go back and rest first?" Chu Zihang suggested.

"I'll keep an eye on things here for you, and the school's follow-up support will arrive soon."

Lin Yuan rubbed his temples. He had been tense all along, but now that he was relaxing, he did feel a bit tired.

"Okay, then thank you for your trouble." With Chu Zihang keeping an eye on things here, he felt quite at ease.

Furthermore, having understood his own strength, he didn't believe anyone within the Secret Service would dare to covet these spoils. Those old guys were just greedy, not stupid.

Before boarding the plane, Lin Yuan thought of the White King's Achilles' heel, which was the core that supported the entire Nibelungen, and its value might even exceed that of this entire corpse of the next generation.

"By the way, there should be a white scale in the sand dunes of these ruins, about two or three meters in size, and very hard. Could you please help me find it?" he instructed Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang nodded silently without asking why.

He's always like this; he'll find a way to do what he promises, and he won't ask questions unless Lin Yuan brings it up.

As the helicopter flew toward Cairo, Lin Yuan saw several more helicopters heading toward the depths of the Valley of the Kings.

Upon arriving in Cairo, distrusting the local medical facilities, he first put Nono on the principal's private plane, arranged for her to return to the school for a check-up, and then checked her into a five-star hotel that the college had booked in Cairo.

After a quick rinse, I fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Yuan slept until the afternoon of the next day, when he was woken up by thirst.

If only he had eaten and drunk his fill last night before going to sleep, he would have gone to the refrigerator, taken out a bottle of chilled mineral water, and drunk it all in one go.

The cold liquid flowed down my throat and into my stomach, dispelling the lingering drowsiness in my body.

I glanced up at the wall clock; it was already 4 p.m.

Just then, he noticed that the screen of his cell phone on the bedside table was flashing faintly; a call was coming in.

His cell phone and backpack were buried under the dunes of Kings Canyon, but he needed to stay in touch with the Academy, so he borrowed a cell phone from the agent named Raymond on the helicopter.

The staff member was very perceptive; before handing him his phone, she thoughtfully put it on silent mode so as not to disturb his rest.

Lin Yuan picked up his phone and glanced at it. There were already four missed calls on the screen. The other party seemed to be very patient, calling every hour. This was the fifth call.

He answered the phone, and Professor Schneider's voice came from the other end.

How is your recovery going?

Lin Yuan leaned against the headboard and precisely tossed the crushed empty plastic bottle into the corner trash can: "I'm feeling much better after a good night's sleep. Professor, is something wrong? If I remember correctly, it should be early morning in Chicago at this time."

Schneider didn't get to the point yet, but instead reassured Lin Yuan: "Six hours ago, Chen Motong arrived at Kassel College. The medical department gave her a full medical check-up. Apart from being mentally exhausted and a little drowsy, all her physiological functions are normal. She is resting in her ward and is perfectly safe."

Although he usually appears quite serious, he is not at all oblivious to social niceties.

"It's good that you're alright. School board member Elizabeth should be safe by now." Lin Yuan sensed Schneider's goodwill and guessed that the school must already know about his achievements.

"Professor, just give me instructions directly. I'm a specialist in the executive department, no need to beat around the bush."

"It's for the corpse of the second-generation species in the Valley of the Kings. This is the first time in thousands of years that we have obtained a complete second-generation dragon body, and the shock it has caused among the high-ranking members of the Secret Party has far exceeded expectations."

Lin Yuan listened quietly without interrupting. He believed that Schneider had not called to act as a lobbyist.

"The logistics unit of the executive department has taken over the site, but with spoils of this caliber, it's hard to reassure everyone during transport, no matter how high the security level is." Schneider paused, his tone carrying a hint of negotiation.

"The academy plans to use a helicopter to transport the dragon corpse to Alexandria, where a chartered ocean liner from the executive department is waiting. The liner will cross the Atlantic to Port Said in the United States, and finally transport the remains back to Chicago. The entire voyage will take about 20 days."

"To ensure everything goes smoothly, the college hopes you can return with the ship."

Lin Yuan understood what Professor Schneider meant. Although the Secret Party was the world's largest mixed-race organization, it was not without other forces coveting this treasure.

A complete second-generation dragon body is so alluring that it can drive hybrid families around the world to madness, and conventional methods are hardly enough to stop those who covet it.

But with him in charge, the situation is different.

Snatching the corpse of the next generation from him was no less difficult than hunting another one.

“No problem.” Lin Yuan agreed almost without thinking. He couldn’t think of a better way to transport people across borders. He would just enjoy the sea breeze for a few days and treat it as a vacation.

"Okay, the helicopter will start transferring the target first thing tomorrow morning. You can rest for the rest of the time. Contact me anytime if you need anything."

Schneider hung up the phone.

Lin Yuan put down his phone, turned over, stared at the ceiling for a while, and decided to sleep a little longer.

......

When Nono opened her eyes, she saw a pure white ceiling.

The light from the fluorescent lamps was quite dazzling, and it took me a while to adjust my eyes.

A syringe was inserted into the back of her left hand, connected to an IV drip above her head, and clear liquid was being injected into her body drop by drop.

Nono assessed her current state and found herself full of energy without any discomfort.

I glanced at the label on the IV drip: glucose. It seemed to be just for replenishing energy, so I must have slept for a long time.

Nono thought for a moment, then reached out and pulled out the needle. She propped herself up on the edge of the bed with her other hand, stretched, and her beautiful curves flashed by.

She picked up a pillow and placed it behind her back, leaned against the headboard, and looked around the room.

The wall clock showed 3 p.m., but I didn't know which day's afternoon it was.

The room was quiet, the curtains were drawn, and the only sound was the soft ticking of the second hand of the wall clock.

This must be the school hospital; she could smell the mixture of disinfectant and laundry detergent.

Nono tried hard to recall the last thing she remembered before falling asleep.

At that time, Nibelungen was collapsing, the starry sky above was shattering, and violent turbulence was surging in from all directions.

Lin Yuan transformed into a blue dragon, using fiery clouds to lift himself onto the dragon's head.

It was warm and cozy there, and then... she fell asleep.

Since I was able to wake up, it means the curse must have been lifted and I'm saved.

Nono leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the snow-white sheets.

Time passed by, and the girl, with nothing to do, let her thoughts wander.

She didn't try to call out to anyone, and she couldn't describe her current state. She felt good, but didn't want to do anything; she just wanted to quietly space out.

It feels so good to be alive. If I had to say what I regret, it would probably be that I didn't see Lin Yuan the first thing when I woke up.

Feeling a bit bored after looking at the bed sheets for a while, she stared at the wall clock, her dark red eyes following the ticking of the steadily moving second hand.

My mind was uncontrollably filled with memories of my experiences in Egypt over the past few days.

After landing in Cairo, I acted as a tour guide, explaining Egyptian history to him, and later I went to find Amir.

When the other party's subordinates spoke rudely, Lin Yuan slammed the man onto the table to stand up for himself. It was the same thing happened in the black market in Chicago last time; this guy is actually quite protective of his own.

Nono's lips unconsciously curled up. She thought of the little sand cat she met in the desert. Now that she thought about it, she realized that the clues had already appeared back then.

He had thought that Lin Yuan was too fierce and scared the kitten, but now it seemed that the kitten was clearly more perceptive than he was.

And finally, in the underground palace of Sakarana, when she learned that she was about to face a second-generation species, she thought she was going to die for sure, and even thought of her last words.

As a result, this guy actually transformed into a blue dragon, carrying him across the yellow sand.

The chaotic thoughts were gradually reflected in the girl's eyes, and her dark red pupils gradually brightened, as if they were filled with vibrant colors.

Nono touched her cheeks, which were burning hot. She realized that she really wanted to see Lin Yuan right now.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and the on-duty nurse came in for her routine rounds. Seeing the girl leaning against the headboard, she walked over with some surprise and said, "Chen Motong, you're awake."

Nono was pulled from her reverie, looked at the nurse, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "How long have I been asleep?"