Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 60 Hidden Door
Alchemists are all geniuses, absolute geniuses, so the number is very rare, and they are far more precious than giant pandas.

It is also because of this that even in modern times, European alchemists still adopt the ancient master-apprentice system for inheritance. The top-secret alchemy knowledge cannot even be carried on parchment, and must be passed on from mouth to mouth. The vice-principal's teacher once closed the door He also outlined the matrix, isolated it from the physical and mysterious levels, and then told him one by one the secrets inherited from their lineage.

All the secret teachers only said once, this is a world with dragons, and there are mysteries such as alchemy and speech, and many knowledges may bring disasters just by telling them.

There was once an alchemist who was drunk and bragging about their records about the Nibelungen, the kingdom of the mysterious dead, and the method of killing elements on a large scale. It's interesting and enjoyable.

When he went to find the alcoholic again the next day to continue listening to the story, he found that the man had died tragically at home, the floor was covered with walls, and there was no complete piece of minced meat.

No one knows what this stupid alchemist attracted. It's just that the teachers have added something to talk about when teaching the apprentices. They even used alchemy to preserve the images at that time before the camera was invented, just to Deepen the memory of alchemy apprentices, so as not to be stupid.

The vice-principal also got the knowledge about the hidden door from his teacher.

Of course, he is not stupid. How could the most prestigious master alchemist in the contemporary European alchemy world make the low-level mistake of casually talking about secrets.

Don't forget where they are.

The hut of the night watchman.

What do you think is a master alchemist? In the first year after the vice-principal lived in the clock tower, he had already rebuilt the building into his alchemy workshop, similar to the mage tower in the game. As long as you are in In the bell tower, even a civilian alchemist can show absolute dominance.

What's more, there is a legendary dragon slayer beside him. Even if some kind of monster is really attracted, there is a bloodthirsty legendary jackknife waiting for him.

"Of course, Peach Blossom Spring is just our guess."

Speaking here, the vice principal paused for a long time, just when Ange wondered if his old friend had fallen asleep, he just sighed.

"Well, I admit that my lineage was fortunate enough to meet a descendant of the hidden sect."

As soon as the jackknife stopped, Ange gripped the handle tightly, and the dragon slayer's majestic muscles were coiled like a python, slowly swimming away.

"Don't look at me like that!"

The vice-principal waved irritably.

"How many years ago, who knows if it's true or not."

"And, it's so weird."

"Do you know what the successor of the hidden door that my senior met is doing?"

The vice principal's throat moved.

"He's here, refining the elixir."

"Immortal medicine?"

Angers frowned slightly.

"Is it hard to understand?"

The vice-principal sneered.

"Old man, use your brain that has not been burned by the fire of vengeance to think about it, what is immortal in this world."

Angers narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashed through them.

What is immortal?
Why don't you think about it.

"dragon."

He said.

The vice principal nodded.

"Do you still remember the legend of the First Emperor of China, who ordered Xu Fu to take three thousand boys and girls to the East China Sea to find Penglai in order to seek the elixir of death?"

"The true version of this story is that Emperor Shi Huangdi, who is a mixed race, wants to turn a human into a dragon, purify his blood, and become a real dragon."

"And that Xu Fu may be one of the few hidden people who has been recorded in history."

Pure blood, turning humans into dragons.

Just hearing this, Angers felt unbelievable.

After all, the mixed race is the product of the union of man and dragon, no matter how pure the blood is, there will always be human blood in the body.

There is even a pessimistic theory circulated among alchemists, that is, the spiritual gap between humans and dragons. The gap between the two is not just a difference in blood. This method can completely and cleanly remove human blood and replace it with noble dragon blood.

But his soul is still a human soul.

Forcibly controlling the body of a dragon with a human soul can only end in self-destruction.

And what did Angers hear today?
The vice-principal, the master who stood at the apex of the western alchemy world, said that someone is refining a medicine that can turn a man into a dragon.

"I said it all, don't put on that expression!"

The vice principal drank even more irritablely, taking one sip after another.

"God knows if it's true or not. There are rumors outside that the Philosopher's Stone can bring the dead back to life. Old man, you have one. Don't you know if it can bring the dead back to life?"

"The medicine of immortality is just the record of my senior. He also briefly talked about the effect of this thing. As for how to refine it, which materials are needed, how long it takes, and the ratio of the method is not mentioned at all."

"To be honest, my teacher didn't believe it very much, so he just told me a story."

"but."

The vice principal lowered his voice.

"I can be sure of one thing."

"Hidden Gate, the group of mixed races from the Far East, they have been passed down to this day, the reason why they want to hide themselves."

"There must be a special reason."

"for example."

Anger answered firmly.

"Keep a secret."

The two looked at each other and saw similar expressions in each other's eyes.

There is no need to prove this, but a little reasoning.

Such a powerful organization hides itself stubbornly, even for thousands of years. If it is not for some kind of mountain-like heavy mission, it should never be like this.

Well, today in the 21st century, with only four years left to usher in the end, what secret is heavier than the end of the world.

"The time has come, perhaps, it is time for them to be born."

Angers said.

"Old man, what do you mean, Lu Mingfei is the one chosen by the hidden door?"

"Who knows."

Angers retracted the pocket knife, showing a relaxed smile.

"Just, I need to remind you, my friend."

"Do you know what our S-rank called his battle memory?"

Ange uttered that word softly, but it was as heavy as a thousand weights.

"Wu."

The vice-principal shook the whiskey at the bottom of the bottle.

"It's such a memorable word."

Angers has turned around, and there will be a concert in Vienna waiting for him in three hours. The black Gulfstream G550 is already in place on the runway. Angers can even hear the loud roar of the engine. It’s really exciting, isn’t it? ?

"I'll ask someone to go over and have a good chat with our S-Class."

"who?"

"Well, it just so happens."

Angers smiled happily.

"A high school alumnus of S-level is performing a mission in China, let him stop by and give our S-level pre-school tutoring by the way."

"Didn't you plan to observe this child for three months?"

"It's no longer needed."

Angers said.

"He's a real S-rank."

The vice-principal pressed his temples to think, and when Angers was about to go out, he spoke slowly.

"That student, I remember, is called Chu Zihang."

"Surprisingly, you still remember the names of the new students."

Angers called.

"He's still a boy."

The vice-principal didn't answer, so he didn't have the same knowledge as Angers, an old rascal.

"Golden pupils that never go out."

He said slowly.

"You know what that means."

Angers kept smiling.

"Chu Zihang is a good student."

The vice-principal's sneer was reminiscent of a crow on a dead log in a cemetery on a cloudy day.

He chants in odd tones, exaggerated and mocking.

"A good student, should he die?"

(End of this chapter)