Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 369 Foolish Fenrir
The topic suddenly turned to her own silly older brother, and Xia Mi was instinctively a little wary, but since the person asking the question was Chu Zihang, there was nothing to worry about. He was still a novice and didn't know the intricacies between the Dragon Kings.

The girl stood with her hands behind her back, her slender fingers intertwined, her pretty face raised as she gazed at the distant sky, her voice clear and melodious like a wind chime:
"As I mentioned before, my brother is mentally challenged and has bipolar disorder. It's just because he's very attached to me. If he can't see me for a long time, he becomes very irritable and loses his temper uncontrollably."

He calms down whenever he sees me. Sometimes he'll even hold my hand and sniff me, as if trying to confirm if I'm his sister. Only when he's sure he is can he sleep peacefully.

Xia Mi turned her head and smiled at Chu Zihang: "Doesn't it sound like a little puppy?"

"He loves you very much." Chu Zihang is not one to easily say "like" or "love," but from these few words, he could sense how much Xia Mi depended on his sister; his whole world revolved around her.

Xia Mi was stunned for a moment when Chu Zihang suddenly said something like that, then smiled and said, "Yes, he loves me very much, so I hate it when others bully him."

He used to hold onto the hem of my skirt when we went out, and people would often look at us with disdain, saying that my parents were irresponsible for letting a little girl take a mentally challenged man out to play.

Although my brother is simple-minded, he's very sensitive, and he always glares back fiercely.

At this point, she pouted, as if recalling an unpleasant memory: "Once, I got annoyed by his stares and, in a fit of pique, made him follow me from ten meters away. He was like an abandoned puppy, cautiously keeping his distance."

But I was so focused on walking that I didn't notice he was cornered in an alley by a delinquent from school who had a crush on me. By the time I found out, he was already beaten bloody and covered in dust.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang turned his head and looked down at the girl's delicate and flawless face, where he could see a faint sadness in her eyes.

So, there's bullying among dragons too?
But, given Xia Mi and the others' status, could any dragon really bully them?

He was puzzled, then heard Xia Mi sigh and continue to recount her unpleasant experience:
"My brother is actually very powerful. All those thugs combined are no match for him. He's just afraid I'll ignore him."

I hate violence and I don't like him fighting with people. I told him that if he hits someone, I will ignore him for a month.

So even when he was pinned to the ground and beaten until he was covered in bruises, he didn't fight back. Even when he was being trampled underfoot, he still smiled foolishly when he saw me, as if to say that he kept his promise and didn't hit anyone.

I was really upset at that time, so I told him I didn't blame him and that he could hit them.

Then my brother beat them all to the ground, grabbed my skirt, and came home with me.

Constantine, who was squatting in front of the antique stall not far behind, suddenly froze. He even forgot to listen to his brother's professional analysis and superb bargaining skills. He thought to himself, "So that's why Fenrir suddenly went berserk thousands of years ago and killed more than a dozen first-generation creatures, cut off their heads and hung them on the city wall."

But Jormungandr was so small, how did Fenrir manage to hold onto the hem of her skirt?

The thought of a pure-blooded dragon pinching the little dragon girl's skirt with its sharp claws, its thick hind legs taking small, hesitant steps behind, afraid to breathe too hard for fear of tearing or damaging her skirt, made his expression increasingly difficult to control.

However, the next second, a sharp gaze swept over him, instantly restoring his out-of-control expression. He listened attentively to his brother's bargaining, nodding as if he wanted to take out his notes and write down all the key information, just like a student listening attentively in class.

Xia Mi glanced at the two brothers over there, and only after confirming that they didn't show any strange expressions after eavesdropping did she turn her gaze away with satisfaction.

"You're really good to your brother." Chu Zihang inexplicably thought of his father, who was pretending to be a good-for-nothing.

Actually, my mom was really good to my dad. She stayed with him for so many years without any complaints. It was only because he was a hopeless man that she chose to divorce him.

Unfortunately, the old man was preoccupied with the grand vision of saving the world and had no time to care about his little family.

Or perhaps it was precisely because of concern for this family that they cruelly separated them to prevent the mother and son from being implicated.

“But sometimes I wish he had never been born, so he wouldn’t have to suffer so much.” Xia Mi said softly, stopping in front of a cotton candy stall, gazing absently at the cotton candy spinning and taking shape.
"If he could come too, he would be very happy, with so much good food and fun things to do."

"You can bring him along next time." Chu Zihang didn't ask Xia Mi what would happen if her brother got angry again after being away for so long.

He knew that what he had just said might not necessarily be true; it might be half true and half false, or three parts truth and seven parts falsehood, but...

Looking back at the Dragon King brothers who were still relentlessly haggling, Chu Zihang believed that anything was possible.

Before this, who would have thought that the dragon race's strongest alchemist would squat on the ground, playing with a small bronze cauldron, arguing with the shopkeeper about whether it was from the Western Zhou, Eastern Zhou, or last week?

He picked out a giant cotton candy with a rather cute design and handed it to Xia Mi. Under her slightly surprised gaze, Chu Zihang said calmly, "I'm treating him to cotton candy."

Xia Mi looked at the colorful cotton candy in her hand and couldn't help but reveal a smile even sweeter than the cotton candy: "But he prefers potato chips."

"The supermarket next door is having half-price potato chips, want to buy some?" Having extracted the keywords, Lu Mingfei appeared in front of the cotton candy stall with Erii. Erii already had a bag of snacks in her hand, and she was very envious of the cotton candy in Xia Mi's hand.

Xia Mi is the queen of the earth and mountains, how could she possibly like to eat human junk food? If it were someone else who gave it to her, she would definitely accept it on the spot, but this time it's not possible.

It's rare for this blockhead to have a moment of clarity; even if we don't eat it, it'll be good to keep it as a souvenir.

Lu Mingfei also looked down on it, and said to the boss who was stunned by the four people's good looks, "Uncle, give me a super invincible giant cotton candy, make it in the shape of a flower, add red, white, blue, green, purple, yellow and pink, all of them."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper took the hundred-yuan bill handed to him, grinning from ear to ear. These four handsome young men and beautiful young women standing in front of his stall were the best advertisement. In just a short while, quite a few people had already turned to look at him.

"Childish," Xia Mi muttered under her breath, then pulled Chu Zihang away.

As Lu Mingfei watched the two disappear into the crowd, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

It seems his barbecue theory worked last night. I just don't know how long it will take for Lao Chu to win over Xiao Xiami, or for Xiao Xiami to finally stop being stubborn and choose to force himself on Chu.

The seven-person team gained a new Constantine, but they still split up in twos and threes, leaving only the lonely old Finn. After thinking it over, he decided not to join the group of lovebirds and went back to the guesthouse to consult Eva about mental health.

He had just turned on his computer when he heard a noise from next door. He went to the window and saw two cars parked in front of the house. The Jiang family and the young doctor came in to greet the group of Chinese and foreign children.

He didn't make a sound, but just curiously looked through the gap in the curtains. Unexpectedly, two middle-aged men suddenly turned their heads and looked at him. Their eyes were as fierce as lions and tigers, which made Fingel, who had faced the Dragon King more than once, tremble.

Jiang Wanzhi sensed something and quickly explained, thus avoiding a misunderstanding. After everyone had gone inside, Fingel patted his exaggerated pectoral muscles and said, "Tsk, the waters run deep among mixed-race people of East Asian descent."

No wonder Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is so famous internationally; this place really has something special about it.

When Lu Mingfei and the others returned after having dinner outside, the Bai family had verified that Dr. Bai was indeed a descendant of the clan who had been separated during the war. They then set a time for him to recognize his ancestors and come to visit the guesthouse again.

Lu Mingfei felt like he was a popular tourist spot in the modern era, where everyone who came had to take a photo with him, and after a few words, they would talk about how the Lu family was back then, how things turned out, and then how we and the old Lu family were back then... It was almost a formula.

Although Lu Mingfei was unsure of his race, he was certain that he hadn't made a mistake in calling himself Lu. The elders were happy to tell him about his ancestors, enriching his sense of identity with them, so why not?

After they left, Lu Mingfei took Lao Tang and Constantine to study the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

This thing is made of recycled metal and can imprison souls. The gates of the Bronze City were forged by Norton himself, who also stuffed a living spirit inside.

However, the Bronze Gate's spirit is not as powerful as the Dragon Severing Platform's, which possesses its own will and can lend its power to the user.

Old Tang inherited Norton's expertise in alchemy, and Constantine was also a qualified helper. Together, the two dragons quickly and successfully pried open the Dragon Slayer Platform.

Playing with the broken sword, Old Tang muttered, "This sword has quite a history. It contains the soul of a first-generation species, and it doesn't seem to have lost any power. It must have devoured the user's soul."

Everyone has their own expertise, and he immediately noticed something amiss with the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

The living spirit of the bronze city gate has not decayed or deteriorated over two thousand years. This is partly because Norton's alchemy has reached its pinnacle, and partly because it is essentially an intelligent recognition system, with consumption being negligible except in special circumstances.

The situation at Duanlongtai is different. Old Tang guessed that this sword was forged to kill the original body of the living spirit inside, and its soul was imprisoned in the sword at the moment of its death.

However, achieving this is not easy. At the very least, both the dragon slayer and the blacksmith need to master extremely advanced alchemy. Otherwise, the slightest mistake will lead to failure and the dragon spirit being reborn from its cocoon.

"Do you know who the first species inside is?" Lu Mingfei clenched his fist. "I have something I want to talk to it about."

“This should be the Nine-Headed Serpent from ancient Chinese mythology, which is also very famous among our dragon race.” Constantine spoke up at the right time. Because of his timid and introverted nature, coupled with Norton’s teachings, he could be considered well-read.

Although he may not know as much as Xia Mi, he is definitely better than Lu Mingfei.

"Why do you mean it? Because it has one more head than the White King?"

“No, it is purely brutal and insane. Even among dragons, it is the most tyrannical.” Constantine shook his head. Back then, he and his brother were making a living in Northern Europe, but they had both heard of the infamous reputation of the Nine-Headed Serpent.

Most other dragons treat humans as servants, and only secondarily as provisions, but Jiuying truly feeds on humans, causing widespread suffering and infuriating both humans and gods.

He had heard his brother comment that Jiuying was too arrogant and would be killed sooner or later. Sure enough, it died not long after, and its soul was imprisoned in the alchemical weapon.

Even so, they still couldn't shake their cannibalistic habits, trying every means to devour the souls of their users.

This is why, even though it has been sealed away for thousands of years, it can still subdue the next generation of dragon servant Samson. It can be used both out and in, and at a huge cost, so it can only be used in extreme circumstances.

"If we forbid it from eating people, wouldn't the Dragon Slayer Platform become a consumable item?" Lu Mingfei frowned. "Once its durability is exhausted, it will become an ordinary alchemical weapon."

"Perhaps because it absorbed too many souls, the Nine-Headed Serpent's will has been almost completely obliterated, and now only the underlying code is still running." Old Tang lit up his Golden Eyes to examine it, but ultimately could not offer any effective suggestions for modification.

The Dragon-Slaying Platform and the Nine-Headed Serpent have been combined for too long. Even if he wanted to change the underlying logic, the living spirit is an inescapable barrier, and unfortunately, the soul is not his forte.

In the end, Lu Mingfei took the broken sword and, regardless of whether it would be useful to the sword, immediately used Senluo to start the attack, actually dragging Duanlongtai into his mental domain.

Since even Norton was affected, there's no reason why the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Serpent could resist it.

After some friendly negotiations, Lu Mingfei successfully reached a consensus with Duanlongtai: to stop causing trouble in the future, or else he would really melt it down and turn it into the most expensive alchemical chamber pot in history.

With the matter of Duanlongtai resolved, all that remains is for the Bai and Zhou families to agree on organizing the Eastern mixed-race individuals and come up with a plan before he can set off for the capital.

In the summer, or rather, Fenrir, a dragon, stayed in his lair waiting for his sister to return; the thought of it evoked a touch of melancholy.

Thinking back to her past life, Xia Mi and Chu Zihang went abroad to study, and Xia Tian ran the cake shop by herself. Even when she missed her sister, she could only call her late at night, afraid that calling too early would disturb her sister's sleep.

Meanwhile, Professor Mans, who was extremely busy, received a call from his student.

"Nono?"

"You want to ask for leave?"

"The exam is coming up soon, why are you asking for leave now?"

Professor Mans was puzzled. The final exams were in about ten days, and she would have plenty of time to relax then. Why did she have to ask for leave at this crucial moment?

"Go find Caesar. He said he doesn't need him for the mission here anymore, and he wants me to accompany him around China so he can apologize to Lu Mingfei for what happened back then." Nono's reason was passable; she was an excellent student, and the final exams were no challenge for her.

Moreover, she has a good relationship with Manstein, so no one would hold her back if she really needed to take leave.

“Alright, I’ll go tell Manstein.” Professor Mans rubbed his forehead.

"Thank you, teacher. Please remember to keep this a secret!"

(End of this chapter)