Douluo Continent: The Silver Winged Star, a Night of Clan Extermination at the Start!

That night, the Min family held a grand banquet.

The banquet was held in the open space in front of the main house, with dozens of tables set up and clansmen gathered together.

Although the dishes are not as hearty as those of the Li clan, they are prepared with finesse, mostly featuring poultry and fish, accompanied by sweet fruit wine.

The manor was brightly lit by candlelight and filled with laughter and chatter—a lively scene that hadn't been seen in a long time.

Bai He pulled Bai Chen to sit at the main table, constantly putting food on his plate, her eyes never leaving her grandson's face.

Elders and key members of the clan took turns coming to offer toasts and greetings.

Bai Chen returned the greetings one by one, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, his words appropriate, which earned him nods of approval from the group of elders.

As the banquet progressed and Baihe drank several cups of wine, his spirits rose even higher.

He stood up, raised his glass, looked around at his clansmen, and said loudly.

"Today, my grandson returns home, a joyous occasion that our Min family has not experienced in many years!"

"From this day forward, Bai Chen is the direct grandson of my clan, and like Chen Xiang, he is the most precious treasure in my heart!"

"Tonight, we're not leaving until we're completely drunk!"

"To the young master!" Everyone raised their cups in unison, their voices echoing through the courtyard.

Bai Chen stood up, offered tea instead of wine, and bowed in thanks.

The banquet ended late at night.

Bai He personally escorted Bai Chen to the already prepared side room—located in the east wing of Bai He's residence, separated from Bai Chenxiang by a moon gate.

The room was decorated with great care; the bed, table, and chairs were all newly made.

The room was bright and clean, and there were even a few primers that had obviously been found on the spot on the bookshelf.

"Chen'er, you must be tired today. Get some rest."

The white crane stood at the door, smiling kindly.

Her eyes were full of reluctance, as if looking at her for even a moment longer would be worthwhile.

"Tell Grandpa what you need tomorrow. This will be your home from now on, and Grandpa will take care of everything."

"Grandpa, you should get some rest too," Bai Chen said softly.

Baihe nodded, gave him another deep look, and then turned and left.

Under the moonlight, the figure seemed to straighten up a bit, yet it also exuded a sense of relief and exhaustion.

The next day, Bai Chen woke up early.

Pushing open the window, one could see early risers in the courtyard sweeping and practicing their martial arts.

After he finished washing up, he stepped out of his room and saw Bai Chenxiang squatting by the flowerbed near the moon gate, carefully watering a few pale blue flowers and plants.

When she saw Bai Chen come out, her eyes lit up, and she put down the kettle and ran over.

Good morning, Brother Chen!

Good morning, Sister Chenxiang.

Bai Chen smiled.

"Are you watering them?"

"Hmm! This is blue star grass that Mom planted. It's really hard to grow, but it's so beautiful when it blooms!"

Bai Chenxiang pointed at the slender-leaved plants as if presenting a treasure, then, remembering something, lowered her voice and said.

"Brother Chen, Grandpa is waiting for you in the study. He said he'll come over when you wake up."

"Grandpa seemed so happy today; he even drank an extra bowl of porridge for breakfast!"

Bai Chen felt a warmth in his heart and nodded, "I'll go right away."

Baihe's study is located on the east side of the main house. It is simply furnished with bookshelves covering the entire wall.

Bai He was sitting behind his desk, holding a family genealogy book in his hand, his gaze fixed on a certain page, his expression complex.

"grandfather."

Bai Chen knocked on the door and entered.

"Chen'er is here, please sit down."

The white crane put down the family tree, its expression turning kind and gentle.

"Did you sleep well last night? Are you comfortable?"

"Very good, thank you, Grandpa." Bai Chen sat down opposite him.

"You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it."

Baihe nodded repeatedly, pondered for a moment, and then carefully spoke.

"Chen'er, Grandpa was so excited yesterday that he was too happy to ask about many things in detail."

"How have you managed all these years? Have the people who adopted you treated you well? And..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Bai Chen with hope and expectation.

"You're six years old this year. Have you... awakened your martial spirit yet?"

When Baihe asked the question, his fingers unconsciously curled up, revealing his inner tension.

Martial Soul is the foundation of a Soul Master. The Agile Clan is renowned for its speed. Although the Swift-tailed Martial Soul is not adept at brute force, its unparalleled speed and agility are the pride and foundation of the clan.

If the grandson fails to inherit this bloodline...

Bai Chen looked at the cautious expectation in his grandfather's eyes and sighed softly in his heart.

He stood up, took two steps back, and a calm and gentle smile appeared on his face:

"Grandpa, I've awakened my martial spirit."

The white crane's eyes lit up.

Bai Chen continued, his voice clear and distinct, each word spoken clearly:

"Moreover, it is innate full soul power."

The teacup in Baihe's hand fell to the table with a "clatter," spilling tea all over the table.

He seemed oblivious, suddenly standing up with wide eyes and trembling lips.

"Innate... full soul power?!"

"Yes."

Bai Chen nodded, meeting his grandfather's incredulous gaze, and said slowly.

"My martial soul is a mutated dragon martial soul. I call it—the Heavenly Comet Dragon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thought stirred in his mind.

The air in the study suddenly seemed to freeze.

A deep, resonant hum, as if from the ancient starry sky, quietly began to sound.

Behind Bai Chen, a silver-white phantom slowly emerged.

That was a dragon.

A dragon unlike any other dragon in the Douluo Continent.

Its entire body is covered with layers of silvery-white scales, like finely forged metal. Each scale has sharp edges and shimmers with a cold, inorganic luster. It is nearly three meters long and, though it is a phantom, it is as solid as a living thing.

Most striking are the wings, which appear narrow and even somewhat disproportionate to the dragon's body.

The wing membrane is almost indistinguishable, with only three long, sharp, columnar wing bones with uneven, serrated spikes, like three unsheathed serrated sword blades, spreading out in a fan shape from behind the shoulder blade.

These are by no means wings for gliding, but rather propulsion devices designed to tear through the air and break speed limits.

The dragon's head is long and narrow, resembling both a bird and a dragon, with a sharp snout covered by several forward-protruding, sharp blades.

His eyes were light blue with crimson vertical pupils, coldly gazing ahead.

Its body is streamlined, with silvery-white scales opening and closing slightly, like the breathing opening of a living creature. Deep within, a crimson light, like lava, flows and pulsates with a certain rhythm.

The long tail has sharp bony plates extending along its lateral edge, and the tip is like an armor-piercing cone.

The phantom floated silently, exuding a strange beauty that blended cold precision with violent intensity, as well as a faint yet extremely powerful dragon's might.

"This...this is..."

The white crane trembled violently, staggered back a step, and crashed into the bookshelf, knocking several books off its feet.

He stared intently at the phantom comet in the sky, at its serrated, columnar wing bones, at its bird-like, dragon-like head and its pale blue and crimson vertical pupils, at the faintly visible streams of lava light deep within its torso…

As a Contra master and the patriarch of the Min clan, his understanding of speed and flight far surpasses that of ordinary people.

With just one glance, he realized how terrifying those wings were.

This isn't for graceful gliding; it's a purely violent propulsion structure designed to push speed to the physical limits!

And that head, those eyes, the surging energy within that torso…

"Mutant Dragon Martial Soul...Innate Full Soul Power..."

The white crane murmured repeatedly, its aged face flushed with extreme excitement, and its eyes flashed with a terrifying light—the light of ambition and hope that had been dormant for many years being rekindled!

"Hahaha...hahaha...Heaven has spared my Min clan! Heaven has spared my White Crane clan!"

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter mixed with tears, appearing as if he were going mad.

"Innate full soul power! Top-tier mutated dragon martial soul! My grandson has the potential to be a titled warrior! The rise of my Min clan is promising! Hahaha!"

Bai Chen: "..."

Seeing Grandpa so excited that he was gesturing wildly and tears streaming down his face, and hearing his powerful words, "My grandson has the potential to be granted a title," I was deeply moved.

Bai Chen's lips twitched slightly, and an extremely strange feeling welled up in his heart.

This sentence... this sense of déjà vu... in a famous work from my past life, this is practically a causal-level flag, Grandpa! Can we please stop setting such a precedent?!