Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 389 If not Xia Mi, what should I call her, wife?
How long has it been since I felt such immense power, as if a mere wave of the hand could annihilate everything within a hundred meters?
Oh, it seems like it has never happened before.

The bronze-colored scales made a fine, rustling sound in the air, like countless blades striking each other.

Xia Mi slowly opened her eyes, like a bronze sculpture that had come to life. The light reflected from her golden pupils was like two spotlights. Her huge, hundred-meter-long snake body writhed and crawled in the ruins, and the shadow cast by her black wings almost covered the entire mine.

This is the true form of the World Serpent Jormungandr, which remains largely unchanged even after evolving from its juvenile form to the Mega Evolution Hela.

The girl's upper body grew out from the middle of the dragon's body, her long, jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and black scales and bone armor concealing her beautiful curves.

She tried to move her newborn limbs, and wherever the snake's tail swept, the collapsed rock layers were easily crushed like soft mud.

She looked down at the dilapidated space, her golden eyes revealing no emotion.
"What a... embarrassing situation."

Her voice had a triple reverb, as if countless versions of herself were speaking at the same time.

The uncontrolled power during the promotion had almost leveled this place, and only half of the Dead Servants and Kamaitachi that had been gathered were left, and the rest were also badly injured.

Fortunately, the gates of Nibelungen remained tightly shut; otherwise, the remaining Dead Servants and Kamaitachi would probably have already rushed into the human world under the immense pressure of life and death.

The feeling of power coursing through her veins was both strange and familiar. She looked down at her palm, her fingers spread wide, a subtle gravitational field twisting in her hand, ready to tear the air apart if she wasn't careful.

At this moment, power and strength have reached a perfect balance within her, but she lacks experience and is not yet able to quickly calm the surging power within her body and adapt to her evolved form.

Oh, right, brother...

She looked up and saw that Fenrir's bones and cocoon were still there. Looking down, she saw that the mountain of bronze dragon bones was intact, and the cocoon was well protected by Lu Mingfei.

Now, a person and a cocoon are sitting in front of the television, continuing to watch a new DVD.

The classic soundtrack from "God of Gamblers" and Shih Pan-yu's signature laugh must be from watching "God of Gamblers II".

It seems that it took her quite a while to integrate the royal power.

"Wow, that's huge!" Lu Mingfei paused the video, looked up at the girl who resembled a towering tree, and exclaimed in amazement.

Do you know what you look like right now?

"What do you think?" Although she knew perfectly well that Lu Mingfei was a scoundrel who couldn't say anything nice, Xia Mi still wanted to hear his evaluation of her true form.

Is it Fuxi and Nuwa from Chinese mythology, Naga from Indian mythology, or Echidna from Greek mythology...?

"You're like a max-sized Medusa created by Nuwa and Deadpool using genetic technology." Lu Mingfei wasn't a dog, so he couldn't really say anything nice; he could only spout nonsense.

Upon hearing this, Xia Mi's thick tail lashed out, shattering the nearby rock wall with a loud "bang" and kicking up clouds of dust. Only then did she suppress the urge to strike Lu Mingfei.

He took a few deep breaths, but because of his enormous size, he almost choked on the terrible air inside the mine.

Left with no other choice, she could only stop paying attention to external things and focus on adapting to the body of the super-evolved being.

After a long time, just as Lu Mingfei had witnessed the God of Gamblers and the Knight of Gamblers colluding to make a fortune only to be caught red-handed by the God of Gamblers, Xia Mi finally regained control of her rampaging power, and her hundred-meter-long body began to shrink.

The enormous snake tail split into two legs, still covered in black scales, revealing only their exquisite curves.

When she landed lightly on her brother's skull, she was already in the form of a half-dragon, with only half of her face still showing human skin.

Although her clothes were completely destroyed during her ultimate spiritual transformation, and she was now completely naked except for her scale armor, fortunately, there was no risk of any wardrobe malfunction.

Noticing a large, fluttering moth land behind him, Lu Mingfei stood up and dusted himself off: "Do you need some private space to change your clothes?"

Xia Mi stood on Fenrir's skeletal remains. Upon hearing this, her expression suddenly froze. She turned her head and was shocked to find that the duffel bag that had been placed next to the skeleton's claws had long since turned to ashes, and not even a fiber of the spare clothes remained.

She stood frozen in place, her scales opening and closing slightly in her embarrassment, making a soft, rustling sound.

Noticing her sudden silence, Lu Mingfei clearly realized something and couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, as expected of you, Daiya-sensei, you always manage to make a fool of yourself in unexpected ways."

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, his laughter particularly jarring in the ruins, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior.

Xia Mi has just been promoted to the King of Earth and Mountains, a super-evolved form, with astonishing wisdom and power fused together. How could she willingly suffer humiliation?
If it were anyone else, or even a dragon, standing in front of her, she would have to demonstrate the power of Hela, the Goddess of Death.

Unfortunately, this one won't work.

If Xia Mi couldn't be sure of Lu Mingfei's identity before, after his silent pardon when he stripped away the power of the King of Earth and Mountains, she realized who Lu Mingfei really was.

No wonder he's so strong; he punched the White King and kicked Norton, and he doesn't even put Odin in his eyes.

To be honest, this person possesses truly astonishing power.

Taking a few deep breaths, she suppressed the turmoil in her heart and said expressionlessly, "Take Fenrir out first, and have Chu Zihang go to my house to get some clothes."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei sensed that Teacher Da Mi's strength had increased and his mentality had changed, and joked, "Are you no longer playing the game of hiding things from me?"

"Mind your own business when it comes to your seniors' affairs," Xia Mi retorted stubbornly.

"Alright, whatever makes you happy." Lu Mingfei nodded indifferently, tucked Fenrir's cocoon under his arm, and walked out. When he reached the edge of the platform, he added:
"Oh, by the way, remember to pack Fenrir up later, I'll send someone to pick him up."

"Can't you speak properly? What do you mean by 'packing up'?" Xia Mi glared at him angrily.

Lu Mingfei, who is known for admitting his mistakes and correcting them, said: "My goodness, my goodness, you can collect Fenrir's ashes later, and I'll send someone to put them in a box."

Xia Mi nodded in agreement. Now she could easily change the rules and environment of Nibelungen and separate Fenrir's skeleton from the rock wall.

She could even turn this place into a Disneyland if she wanted to, it would just be a waste of more time and energy.

Because the commotion caused by Xia Mi Beast's mega-evolution was too great, all the railways and trains that were originally in operation were destroyed, leaving Lu Mingfei without a means of transportation.

But this was obviously no challenge for him. He simply picked a section of rail that looked good to him, rode on it, and disappeared into the tunnel in an instant.

He didn't ask why Xia Mi, who had already evolved into Hela, couldn't make him some clothes, since Old Tang and Constantine, both sub-adults, could do it.

This is clearly a game between the Queen and her young boyfriend, and he'd better not spoil the fun.

As he returned along the same route, he saw Deadpool and Kamaitachi lying limply on the ground, looking utterly hopeless. Clearly, after being tortured time and again, they just wanted a quick end.

Unfortunately, they were destined to be unable to escape.

After Lu Mingfei disappeared into the depths of the tunnel, Xia Mi blinked her golden eyes twice, raised her hand and waved it at the rock wall behind her. Instantly, the rock wall collapsed layer by layer, exposing the half of Fenrir's fused body.

It remains in a petrified state and, from a universal perspective, has almost no value.

But since it was once a part of her brother's past, she still carefully preserved it.

Then she let out a dragon's roar, summoning the remaining dead servants and katana within Nibelungen, instructing them to quickly clean up Nibelungen so she could entertain her distinguished guests.

Outside, more than three hours had passed since Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi left, and the subway was about to stop operating, but Chu Zihang still hadn't seen a single person come out.

This tall, handsome young man, standing there like he had something on his mind, has met quite a few kind older sisters. The subway security guards have also asked him about it more than once, as if they're afraid he might suddenly decide to do a leap of faith when the train arrives at the station.

He could only deflect the question by saying that he was waiting for someone.

It was already late at night, and there weren't many people left at the station, just a dozen or so late-night travelers.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, catching a familiar footstep.

Looking up, he saw Lu Mingfei emerge from the shadows, holding a phone and staring at him with a surprised expression.
"Old Chu, you're not just going to stand here waiting like this, are you?"

What is this? Is it Shilan's most affectionate gift?
Dude, you're actually the most love-obsessed guy at Shilan High School?!

Chu Zihang nodded, glancing past him to look behind him. Not finding Xia Mi, he looked down at the ball in Lu Mingfei's hand.

"This is?"

“This is Nezha.” Lu Mingfei patted Fenrir in his hand and made up a casual explanation.

Chu Zihang: () ? ? ?

I have a deep understanding of mythology; you can't fool me. This isn't Nezha at all.
"Oh, let's not talk about that. I was just about to call you." Lu Mingfei quickly changed the subject, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Xia Mi forgot to bring a change of clothes, so I'm asking you to go back and get her a change of clothes."

He pointed towards the platform: "After you get your clothes, just walk down the road, and a car will come to pick you up."

With that, he patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder and turned to leave.

A look of confusion appeared in Chu Zihang's eyes. Didn't he just refuse to let me come along? Why has he changed his mind now?
Is this what they mean by a woman's heart being like a needle at the bottom of the sea?

It's really hard to understand.

However difficult to understand, the things he was asked to do were still quite simple.

That Maybach was parked in the underground parking lot that afternoon. He had not only the car keys, but also the house keys to Xia Mi's house.

He didn't even know when Xia Mi had put it on him, or when he took out his phone to check messages after waiting for a long time.

The roar of the engine tore through the silence of the night, and the Maybach, like a black beast, charged into the night without hesitation, disappearing in an instant into the lights and neon signs.

He sped all the way to the old neighborhood, where the elderly residents of the neighborhood intelligence department were already asleep, so no one paid him any attention.

Passing through the shadows of the sycamore trees, the car stopped in front of the old building. Chu Zihang went straight upstairs, took out his key, and opened room 201.

Moonlight poured down the floor like mercury, outlining the blurry contours of the furniture.

Chu Zihang turned on the light and went to the five-drawer chest in the corner.

I don't know why, but I'm a little nervous.

He took two deep breaths, as if preparing himself mentally for the order split, and then reached out and opened the chest of drawers.

Surprisingly, it was a full chest of drawers.

All sorts of clothes came into view, each one neatly folded, like carefully displayed exhibits in a museum.

The sky-blue school uniforms embroidered with the Shilan Middle School emblem, the white shirts with different embroidered lace trims on the cuffs, the hair accessories arranged by color and material in the cardboard box, the long socks, short socks, cotton socks, stockings, and colorful underwear all folded neatly.

Chu Zihang was shocked; he had never imagined that girls' underwear could come in so many styles.

Looking at the small five-drawer chest, he felt as if it had condensed Xia Mi's entire girlhood into a tiny space.

These were clearly clothes that Xia Mi often wore; they were spotless and had a faint scent of laundry detergent.

Chu Zihang reached out and took out his sky-blue Shilan Middle School uniform, then picked out a matching hair accessory, figuring that should be enough.

but……

His gaze fell on the neatly arranged underwear, a kaleidoscope of colors and styles, and his eyes trembled slightly. He carefully reached out and took out a set of blue underwear. It felt soft to the touch, and the style was unknown. He didn't dare to shake it out to see the whole thing, but quickly stuffed it inside his school uniform.

He grabbed a clean, odorless bag, closed the cabinet, locked the door, and hurried downstairs.

The elderly neighbor, who was still awake, opened the door and only saw his back disappearing at the top of the stairs. By the flickering light in the corridor, she recognized him by the style of his clothes as the boy who had accompanied Xia Mi back that afternoon.

"Sigh, these young people nowadays..." The elderly neighbor shook her head and sighed, "So precocious at such a young age, running off to a hotel room with someone instead of going home at night, really..."

The roar of a Maybach engine, like a beast's roar, came from downstairs. She peeked out and couldn't help but sigh that this girl was also trying to climb the social ladder; the boy looked like a rich and sentimental man.

Thinking it over, she went back inside and saw her grandson lying on the sofa watching TV. The elderly woman, who usually favored her eldest grandson, unusually said a few words to him:
"Xiao Mi next door has already found a boyfriend, and look at you, you're almost thirty and don't even have a close female friend. I shouldn't have let you study computer science in the first place. You shed more fur than a cat or dog, look at your forehead, it's bald brighter than a light bulb!"

The poor and innocent programmer's grandson: ДO
Didn't you all tell me to focus on my studies and not date? Now that I can't find a girlfriend, you're blaming me?!

Chu Zihang was unaware that his arrival had caused a minor uproar about Xia Mi's neighbors pressuring him to get married. All he wanted to do was get back as quickly as possible, before the subway stopped running.

However, time was running out. By the time he returned to Oriental Plaza, the shopping mall on the first basement level had already closed, the central air conditioning was off, and all the lights were off. The roar of the train could no longer be heard on the second basement level; all was quiet, and the air felt somewhat stuffy.

But Chu Zihang was not flustered at all. He knew very well that the train he was about to take was not an ordinary subway, but a train from another world.

He slipped into the shadows, bypassed surveillance cameras and night patrols, and silently arrived at the escalator leading to the subway, where a red "No Entry" sign was flashing on the display.

Upon reaching the second basement level, he slowly moved forward, hugging the wall. Ahead was the ticket gate, and he could hear two cleaners talking.

As he was still pondering how to get around the two cleaners, the Nibelungen mark on his shoulder felt as hot as if it were being burned by fire the moment he took his next step.

Chu Zihang suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had been to Nibelungen twice and knew that he had now crossed the boundary between reality and illusion and arrived in the legendary land of death.

Moreover, it is a death kingdom exclusively for Xia Mi.

Looking around, it's not the desolate and gloomy place one might stereotype it to be. It's not much different from a regular subway station, and the air conditioning and lighting are even quite good, as if it's still in normal operation.

If an ordinary person were to accidentally wander in, they would not notice anything unusual and would simply think it was a normal subway station.

He strode forward, crossed the empty security checkpoint, and descended the long steps to the equally deserted platform.

The vibrations came from deep within the tracks, growing louder as the boxy train pulled into the station. The wind it stirred up ruffled his hair, and the red and white painted train bore a sign that read "Wangfujing - Shilan Middle School".

Chu Zihang looked at the sign, his eyes momentarily widening in surprise.

What expansion is this?

Before he could figure it out, the car door opened the next second, revealing a brightly lit interior with slightly old but not dilapidated equipment.

He got into the car; the air wasn't particularly fresh, but it didn't smell bad either.

The train doors closed slowly, without any announcement or other passengers. The entire train seemed to have been built solely to pick him up. After picking him up, it roared into the tunnel ahead.

The train sped through the darkness. Chu Zihang stared out the window, his cold profile reflected in the glass. He silently memorized every turn and every change of speed.

Although he knew that this time it wouldn't be like five years ago, where it was easy to get in but difficult to get out, he still subconsciously remembered the way he came.

The train was moving very fast, and soon it left the seemingly endless tunnel and came into a vast open space.

The darkness vanished abruptly, and sunlight poured down like a waterfall. Chu Zihang whirled around, but the tunnel had long since disappeared. The train was now traveling on the elevated tracks, and outside the window lay the city where he had lived since childhood, the scenery he had seen for many years.

"Ah-"

A sigh of relief rang out as the train arrived at the station, and Chu Zihang stepped out carrying a bag.

There was no platform, no subway. Standing before him was the familiar Shilan Middle School, where he had spent six years and passed through its towering gates thousands of times.

He stood at the school gate, feeling the breeze, sunshine, and air, observing the details of the campus buildings and greenery, and everything seemed so real.

In a daze, he even thought that he had really taken a magical train that traveled through the distance of time and space, from the night in the capital to the daytime in Shilan Middle School.

"Attention, Chu Zihang from Class 6, Grade 3!" A girl's voice suddenly came from the school's public address system, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly capturing his entire attention.

"Chu Zihang, Class 6, Grade 3, your good friend Xia Mi is waiting for you at the basketball court. Come quickly!"

Hearing the broadcast urging him on, Chu Zihang finally stopped and followed his memory toward the basketball court.

Passing through a very modern library, ahead lies a basketball court surrounded by poplar and birch trees. In the slanting morning light, Chu Zihang stands quietly among the dappled shadows, lost in thought.

The branches and leaves of the poplar and birch trees rustled softly in the breeze, as if still recounting that legendary afternoon when he scored 58 points.

The legendary young prodigy has returned, but he is no longer wearing that number 11 jersey.

He stepped onto the field and glanced to the side. In the stands sat a beautiful girl wearing an oversized jersey.

The girl sat there, her chin resting on her hand. Her long ponytail was tied up, and sunlight filtered through her fluffy bangs, casting dappled shadows on the bridge of her nose.

The oversized number 11 jersey draped over her like a loose dress, making her look even slimmer.

Beneath her dress, a pair of long, fair legs were visible. She stood barefoot on a basketball, her ankles delicate and graceful, her skin glowing with a porcelain-like luster in the morning light.

The moment their eyes met, the girl raised her hand and beckoned to him, as if she wanted to have a good game of ball with him.

But Chu Zihang knew that she actually didn't know how to play ball at all.

Her greatest talent is dancing.

She is the most beautiful dancer in Shilan Middle School. Every time she leads the cheerleading team to the sidelines during inter-school competitions, the morale of the entire team is instantly ignited.

Not only her own side, but even her opponents will fight with all their might because of her presence.

No one wants to lose face in front of such a beautiful girl.

Unfortunately, so far, no one has been able to take away Chu Zihang's gaze from hers.

What stirred him even more was that he discovered the girl was wearing only a jersey with his name on it, number 11, and there was nothing underneath her oversized jersey.

Realizing that she was going braless, even the icy Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel a rush of blood to his head, and his nose tingled as if something warm was stirring within him.

At this moment, he finally understood how much torment Tang Sanzang had endured when he experienced the ordeal in the Women's Kingdom.

He took a few deep breaths and strode confidently to the stands, his gaze fixed on the girl's flawless and increasingly captivating face. He tried his best to keep his eyes on her and prevent them from drifting downwards.

Before he could even stand still, the girl, who was resting her chin on her hands, laughed: "Oh dear, are you shy?"

Chu Zihang froze, but maintained his icy composure even in the face of a collapsing mountain, and handed the bag of clothes to the girl who had been flirting with him:

"The clothes you wanted."

Xia Mi took it, not in a hurry to look at it, but simply rested her chin on one hand, smiling at him with her eyes crinkling:

"When you were helping me pick out clothes, did you peek or sneak peeks?"

"No." Chu Zihang's voice was calm and composed, revealing no emotion whatsoever, emphasizing his clear conscience.

"What a pity, I have so many nice clothes." Xia Mi feigned regret, opened the clothes to take a look, and found that, as expected, they were the uniforms of Shilan Middle School:

"Do you like me that much in my school uniform?"

She thought this blockhead would say that the school uniform should be placed in the most conspicuous position, but to her surprise, Chu Zihang actually nodded in agreement.

With a nod, Chu Zihang also noticed that Xia Mi's oversized school uniform had been fitted at the neckline so that no excess fabric was exposed.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze no longer fixed on her face. The girl's mischievous gaze was too fiery and alluring; even when his memories were sealed, it would disturb his Dao heart. Now that his memories were unsealed, all his thoughts and desires revolved around her.

Xia Mi had built a dam in his memory, temporarily intercepting all the turbulent memories of her.

When the dam is removed, the pent-up longing pours out like a flood.

After stepping into Nibelungen, more and more memories became clear again. Every place in Shilan Middle School seemed to still retain traces of her existence and the shadows of them walking side by side.

But even as the suppressed stirrings of youth surged like a tidal wave, he remained calm and asked a crucial question:
"What should I call you now? Still Xia Mi?"

"Of course it's Xia Mi!"

The girl feigned displeasure, her eyebrows furrowed, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile:
"If you want to change your mind, you should at least give me a romantic confession ceremony first!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang's unease and complicated emotions vanished. He walked to the edge of the stands, preparing to sit down next to her.

However, just as he approached, the girl raised her hand to stop him.

She stood up, the hem of her oversized basketball jersey, which only covered her thighs, fluttering in the wind, making one want to explore what lay beneath.

Chu Zihang looked up and heard her say, "Turn around first, I need to change my clothes!"

He immediately understood, turned around as instructed, and even closed his eyes on his own.

He heard the soft rustling of fabric behind him, and his overly clear mind almost uncontrollably conjured up blurry yet alluring images with those sounds.

He wished he could plug his ears too, but he was afraid that overreacting would make him seem guilty.

Fortunately, Xia Mi was quick and finished changing her clothes in no time.

"All right."

Chu Zihang turned around at the sound and found the girl standing in front of him, exactly as he remembered her. A gentle breeze blew her long, beautiful black hair, and her skirt fluttered softly.

She smiled, her eyes shone, and everything about her seemed like a reappearance of her youth, a replica of the past. This was her most beautiful and touching appearance.

In his memory, she was there for him as he grew up, always skipping and jumping around him in her school uniform skirt, like a fairy girl sent from heaven.

Although he never said it aloud or expressed it, he had already fallen for her daily presence.

"Is it pretty?" Xia Mi put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, smiled, but a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashed in her eyes.

Even though it's been "upgraded" to a super-evolved form, why can I still fit into my old size?!

Can't this damn dragon blood be a little more powerful? The upgrade isn't working properly at all!
Chu Zihang was naturally unaware of her inner thoughts, and simply answered according to his heart: "Very beautiful."

"Hmph, of course I'm pretty, otherwise how could I keep those love-struck brats at Shilan Middle School in check?" She smirked smugly, then raised her foot and gave his shin a light kick.
"You were told to get clothes, and you really only got clothes?"

You even brought my underwear, so why didn't you bring my socks and shoes too? How am I supposed to get home like this?

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang noticed that the girl was still barefoot. Without hesitation, he immediately turned around and bowed slightly in front of her.

"I'll carry you."

(End of this chapter)