Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 383 The debt of gratitude to Mingfei is never-ending! (ToT)
No sooner said than done, only a few seconds had passed in the real world after Lu Mingfei and his brother had been talking non-stop.

So from Xia Mi and the others' perspective, Lu Mingfei took a couple of steps, paused for a moment, and then suddenly raised his hand like Sha Kou, making everyone look at him.

Having gone through so much, Old Tang now trusts Lu Mingfei unconditionally, and he doesn't mince words at all: "Mingming, have you come up with a solution?"

“That’s right, a genius like me can always find the right solution.” Lu Mingfei chuckled coldly twice and strode up to Fenrir.

The pureblooded, clumsy dragon stared intently at Lu Mingfei, and by the time Lu Mingfei was right in front of its nose, its eyes were practically crossed.

"What method? Tell me quickly, don't keep me in suspense!" Xia Mi urged.

Lu Mingfei is a bit eccentric; who knows, he might actually come up with some kind of unorthodox solution.

"The method is simple, just let Fenrir die." Lu Mingfei patted Fenrir's big head, his eyes darting around as if observing where it would be best to strike.

However, before he could find the best spot to strike, Fenrir, like a startled rabbit, abruptly pulled his head back, pressing his body tightly against the rock wall. The friendliness in his golden eyes, which had just been sharing snacks, vanished, replaced by intense vigilance.

My sister is right, the outside world is too dangerous, there are bad people everywhere.

Especially this guy named Lu Mingfei, I even shared my potato chips with him, and he still wanted to kill me.

Are they trying to steal his potato chips and video game console?
Or is it that you want to take your sister away?

"You're a bad person!" the dragon grumbled like an angry child.

"I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!" Xia Mi stepped in front of Fenrir just in time, glaring at Lu Mingfei with one hand on her hip.

She wouldn't be so worried about anyone else, after all, with Fenrir's large physique, even Odin would have to put in a lot of effort to subdue him.

Lu Mingfei is hiding his true strength too well. We still haven't figured out his true abilities. We only know that his upper limit is unknown but his lower limit is extremely high (referring to his strength, not other factors). What if he really has the ability to kill the Dragon King in one blow?

Constantine had already told her that the Kusanagi sword that Lu Mingfei had broken off from the White King's tail was truly sharp; it had almost slashed the Seven Deadly Sins, so cutting through Fenrir's scales was child's play for him.

Old Tang and Constantine were also taken aback by Lu Mingfei's shocking speech. Both of them hesitated, unsure whether to advise Lu Mingfei to be realistic or to tell Fenrir to bear with it, since a lifetime would pass in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the siblings' reaction, Lu Mingfei helplessly spread his hands and explained:

"Anyway, the Dragon King won't really die. Let Fenrir go through the process of transforming back into a cocoon, then find a beautiful and sacred place to bury him to absorb the essence of the sun and moon. When it's about time, you can dig him up and teach him how to transform into human form. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Xia Mi couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly: "Why didn't you just let Fenrir jump out of the rock? And you're talking about absorbing the essence of the sun and moon from the beautiful mountains and rivers? Please get this straight, he's the king of the earth and mountains, not the Monkey King of the Water Curtain Cave on Flower Fruit Mountain!"

"So what?" Lu Mingfei tilted his head in confusion. "Anyway, neither of them will die. Fenrir will save himself the trouble of going to the Crescent Moon Cave to be hit by Bodhi Patriarch and then to the Underworld to settle accounts in the Book of Life and Death. Isn't that great?"

"Have you ever been a dragon? You're just spouting nonsense and making assumptions!"

Xia Mi got even angrier after hearing this, and went from putting one hand on her hip to putting both hands on her hips:

"Do you know how long the Dragon King's resurrection cycle is? Do you know how high the environmental requirements are for the hatchery of the King of Earth and Mountains lineage? Do you know that it's easy for humans to dig out dragons by drilling wells, making tunnels, and digging subways everywhere these days?"

“Now I understand.” Lu Mingfei nodded. He was always a good kid who could admit his mistakes and correct them. “So first, find a place that won’t be discovered by humans, generate a Nibelungen there, and give Fenrir a quick death once he has prepared the cocoon.”

Once Jormungandr and Fenrir merge and upgrade to become Hela, the Goddess of Death, they will automatically become the Queen of Nibelungen and can freely enter and leave all Nibelungen in the world.

In addition, it can quickly build the Nibelungen, which justifies its title as the king of civil engineering.

Suddenly, as if worried that Fenrir might not be comfortable, he thoughtfully made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand as a reminder:
"I'll make the incision very quickly. Remember to relax and take deep breaths when you're done. It's normal to feel dizzy."

Upon seeing this, Fenrir inexplicably felt a chill on his neck, as if a knife were really pressed against it. He immediately moved his black wings to cover his long neck, leaving only his head exposed as he stared intently at him, wary of any possible sneak attack.

"Impossible, don't even think about it!" Xia Mi emphasized, even igniting her golden eyes.

Old Tang, who was standing nearby, also chimed in with advice: "Yes, Mingming, you've never been a dragon, so you don't understand. The Dragon King's resurrection takes a very long time."

Nearly two thousand years ago, he and Constantine lost the Candle Dragon before they died, and they slept directly from the second century AD to the twentieth century.

The situation for Xia Mi and her brother wasn't much better. They were awakened from their slumber and unleashed a powerful attack, which directly caused both dragons to be severely underdeveloped. Fenrir became a deformed child, and Xia Mi, despite being a dragon king, was on par with the next generation of dragons.

All I can say is that there's no internal traitor, so let's have some jokes about the King of the Earth and the Mountain.

Constantine cautioned, "Don't forget that Odin and the others are still lurking in the shadows. If they discover Fenrir's cocoon, we'll be in big trouble."

Ragnarok is no joke. If they fail to survive, even if Fenrir survives to the end by sheer luck, he will inevitably settle scores with the elemental lords of the old era if he succeeds in surviving Ragnarok and becomes the victor of the new era.

Without Jormungandr, who knows what Fenrir would have become? He might have been found and devoured by a new elemental lord before he even hatched into a dragon.

“I see. Then I have another idea.” Lu Mingfei raised a finger, and a small flame emerged from the tip of his finger. It was small, but the light was very bright, and the entire platform was enveloped in candlelight.

"If it's still a bad idea, then don't bring it out to scare people." Xia Mi turned around and glanced at Fenrir.

The poor child perfectly embodies the phrase "covering his head in defensiveness." When he saw Lu Mingfei lighting a fire, he thought Lu Mingfei was going to roast him alive. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his gaping maw kept panting, like a stressed-out cat.

“This time it’s serious.” Lu Mingfei’s gaze passed over Xia Mi and landed on Fenrir’s half-petrified spine, which was both ferocious and strangely childlike. His expression gradually became solemn as he spoke, word by word:

"Since the cost of the Dragon King's rebirth is enormous, why not try to extract the power of the King of Earth and Mountains from Fenrir and let him be reborn at the life level of an ordinary dragon? This way, it won't take too long to hatch either a human body or a dragon body."

As Lu Xun once said, if you want to open a window in a dark room, no one will agree, but if you want to tear down the roof, they will agree to open a window.

"What?" Constantine was the first to exclaim, his eyes widening as if he had heard something out of the blue.
"Strip the Dragon King of his power? How is that possible? What's the difference between that and killing him?!"

Xia Mi's face was equally incredulous, her delicate, flawless white face flushed with anger: "You want to strip Fenrir of his authority?"

This is impossible! Authority and the king's soul are intertwined! Forcibly separating them is tantamount to completely annihilating his existence!

The Dragon King's authority is the cornerstone of their existence, the source of their power, and the symbol of their status!
Historically, there have been instances of dragon kings being killed, but what they left behind were only more precious blood and bones than ordinary dragons, but they did not contain the power of a dragon king.

The power of the Dragon King is only sealed in the Dragon Bone Cross when they are completely killed and there is no possibility of resurrection.

Otherwise, power and authority would inevitably be transferred to the core along with their "spirit," awaiting incubation for over a thousand years.

"I say, you wouldn't happen to be plotting to seize the power of the King of the Earth and the Mountains, would you?"

She took two steps back, staring intently at Lu Mingfei and the two dragons, feeling that she had been careless and shouldn't have trusted Lu Mingfei so hastily.

At that moment, she seemed to understand what it meant to hunt geese all day long only to have one's eyes pecked by the goose.

In the past, when he was weak, he devoted himself to intrigue and scheming, which made all the other dragon kings wary of him. Anyone who came to keep an appointment would be terrified and would have to make full preparations before daring to set off.

Now, without careful observation, someone has actually managed to find our headquarters.

I've been fooled before, by that half-blood assassin named Idicco and Honoria. I never thought I'd fall for it again a thousand years later.

Damn it, who invented the honey trap and the handsome man trap?!
Indeed, humans are still too...

“I have a way to help Fenrir regenerate quickly without harming his life, and I can also repair his brain.”

Seeing that Xia Mi was also starting to breathe on him like Fenrir, Lu Mingfei quickly explained:
"After being stripped of the power of the King of Earth and Mountains, he was merely transformed from a Dragon King into an ordinary pure-blooded dragon. Without his innate defects, he would naturally become a normal dragon. There's no need to worry about him being like a mobile nuclear bomb, ready to explode at any moment or getting lost."

Xia Mi seemed to be moved. She knew very well what kind of desperate situation Fenrir was facing. He had great power but nowhere to use it. He could only be trapped in this desolate place like a prisoner.

If the future truly proves hopeless, there is only one possible outcome for him. The victors of Ragnarok will not allow the old gods to continue existing; they will inevitably be purged by the new gods.

"Besides, I don't need Fenrir's power. On the contrary, you have a fear of being weak. The brother-to-sister relationship is a good solution."

The implication is that they are simply here to treat your brain damage and myasthenia gravis, and they don't care about your meager inheritance; you can keep it for yourselves.

The words may be crude, but the principle is sound; it's just a bit hurtful to the dragon's pride.

Lu Mingfei actually had his own plans. Odin was too cunning, and he couldn't always keep Chu Zihang by his side. So, he might as well find Chu Zihang a bodyguard who could keep him company for life.

Based on her performance during her first attempt to seek an encounter on the overpass, Xia Mi, the strongest of the second-generation species, would have had a tough time escaping Odin. Her solo mission with Chu Zihang was essentially a buy-one-get-one-free deal.

Since Aze hadn't mentioned taking back Fenrir's power, he simply gave it to Xia Mi, so that she could be of some use in the future and wouldn't end up like a cheerleader on the sidelines wearing a short skirt and holding a colorful ball at the Shilan Middle School basketball game.

Putting everything else aside, at least after she became the Queen of the Nibelungs, it was as if all the Nibelungs in the world were open to them.

In this way, no matter how many tricks Odin had hidden in his Valhalla, they would all be exposed to them.

We might even find his hidden true identity, or perhaps the abducted and disappeared Chu Tianjiao.

After listening, Xia Mi stared at Lu Mingfei for a long time, making sure that there was no covetousness for power in his eyes, and finally let down her guard.

It seems the cooperation can continue, and there's no need to consider the hostage situation anymore.

However, this matter was clearly not something that could be decided easily, as it concerned the future of the brother and sister, even though Fenrir's power was readily available to her.

It's funny, really. When people have no way out, they'll take a desperate gamble to try and survive, but when they have a choice, they'll hesitate and waver.

If Ragnarok were tomorrow, she would definitely agree without hesitation, but the situation is not that dire yet.

“I’ll think about it…” Xia Mi glanced back at Fenrir, then suddenly sensed something was wrong and turned back to stare at Lu Mingfei:
"Wait, how do you know a way to strip away the Dragon King's power without harming the dragon spirit?"

This is news that even the four elemental monarchs don't know. How could Lu Mingfei, a human who doesn't even know all the basic facts about dragons, know it?

"Yeah, Mingming, where did you find this folk remedy? Is it reliable? Don't let Fenrir really die." Old Tang had a guess in his heart. Could it be like when he and Norton fought to the death in the Saha world, first extracting Fenrir's spirit and then extinguishing his life force to send him to reincarnation?

However, the Dragon King's authority is bound to the spirit, and before the spirit is annihilated, the Dragon King's power is almost impossible to transfer.

Even Herzog's seemingly outrageous, yet actually quite outrageous, plan to steal the White King's power through blood transfusion would completely annihilate the White King's spirit after all the fetal blood was transferred to him, thus allowing him to become the new White King.

This is almost an unsolvable deadlock. What method does Lu Mingfei have to break the deadlock?

Constantine pondered this in his heart, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't come up with a feasible way to do it.

Unless it's that supreme, powerful, and absolute being...

Wait!

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Constantine's forehead as he stared intently at Lu Mingfei, trying to determine if he had been possessed.

But no matter how much he looked left, right, up, or down, he still couldn't see any connection between this guy and that indescribable person.

"I've already told you, I have my own brilliant plan." Lu Mingfei stroked his non-existent beard with an air of superiority.

Xia Mi didn't believe him: "Did you get this method from the White King?"

Although the White King had long been reduced to ashes by the Black King, and almost everything related to him had been erased, he was, after all, the White King who ruled the world with the Black Emperor. If he could leave behind a way to be resurrected, he could naturally leave behind other things as well.

Some of them might have ended up in Lu Mingfei's hands.

"All that's left of the White King's ashes is a relic; what method could he possibly use?" Lu Mingfei shook his head in denial.

After his conversation with Aze, he realized that no matter if it was Black King, White King, or the four bastards of Wind, Fire, Earth, and Water, their favorability towards Aze was negative; the only difference was whether it was -∞ or ←∞.

We can't let Bai Wang claim the credit for himself.

"This method was generously sponsored by a kind person who wishes to remain anonymous. I guarantee with my life that it will be absolutely foolproof," Lu Mingfei assured, patting his chest. "Anyway, it's free, so there's no harm in giving it a try."

"Is this about money?" Xia Mi's forehead veins bulged again, and her fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "If the method doesn't work, you'll only lose your reputation, but Fenrir will lose his life!"

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei could only shrug and say, "I've already given you the method; whether you can accept it is up to Xia Mi and Fenrir."

Seeing Xia Mi's conflicted expression, Constantine felt compelled to say a few words of help due to their past friendship. He suggested that such an extreme method wasn't necessary. After all, Lu Mingfei had killed the White King and seized the Dragon King's power; perhaps it could be borrowed to allow Fenrir to complete its evolution.

However, he couldn't say it out loud. The young man was too naive, and his inner thoughts were practically written on his face. Even the dim-witted Old Tang could see right through him.

Although Old Tang did not witness Lu Mingfei kill the White King, he was certain that the White King's power must have fallen into Lu Mingfei's hands, because Erii's body was fully restored after that, and she transformed from an imperfect semi-evolved species into a perfect evolved species.

The only things capable of doing this, besides the extinct Blood Gift, are the power of the White King.

But since Lu Mingfei didn't say anything, there must be a reason for it; after all, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Lu Mingfei owes no one anything. He was able to offer a solution that did not harm the root of the problem and was even willing to personally lead Fenrir's life-and-death ritual. It can be said that he had done everything he could.

If we're really talking about it, everyone here owes him a huge debt of gratitude.

I can't repay Mingfei's kindness! \(ToT)/~~~
Xia Mi was clearly aware of this as well. Her relationship with Chu Zihang was still in an ambiguous stage, and they had not yet broken through the barrier between them.

In this situation, it's already quite remarkable that Lu Mingfei is willing to contribute manpower, effort, and solutions. To think he could get the precious White King's power for free and help Fenrir escape his crippled body would be a bit crazy.

Even if Lu Mingfei agrees for Chu Zihang's sake, wouldn't she have to do everything she can to help the Chu family proliferate and pass on the bloodline, just like Chen Motong's father?
Other people have five children without any problems, but she must have had over fifty?!
However, the Dragon King has no ability to reproduce pure-blooded offspring.

How can I pay it back? I can't!
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Are you sure Fenrir will only lose his power and not die completely?"

"Absolutely, definitely, and certainly!" Lu Mingfei nodded vigorously.

"To what extent will Fenrir's bloodline degenerate?"

"It's directly proportional to the dormancy period. Second-generation and third-generation species are measured in centuries, fourth-generation and fifth-generation species in decades, and the rest in years. You can choose whatever you like." Lu Mingfei explained it very clearly, without any false advertising.

But there were some things he didn't say, and I believe Xia Mi herself is aware of them.

Bloodlines are not static. Even if Fenrir is as weak as Shao Nanyin after being reborn from its cocoon, it can still rise to become the strongest next-generation species as long as enough resources are invested.

Moreover, since Zifenrir fell from the position of Dragon King, if Xia Mi can successfully hunt down the Wind King and Water King in the future, it is not impossible for him to return to the ranks of the first generation of species.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Old Tang and Constantine did not make a sound to disturb them. Fenrir did not fully understand, but he could tell that they were discussing how to cure his illness. Seeing his sister with her head down and not saying a word, he did not dare to breathe loudly.

It didn't even pant; the claws at the top of its black wings covered its mouth, and it stared at the girl's slender back with its bright golden eyes.

After a long silence, Xia Mi turned to look at her simple, naive brother, who trusted her unconditionally and left all decisions to her. Her tone was unusually low:

Give me some time to think about it.

(End of this chapter)