Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

"Go get the blood quickly, it's frozen, fresh and delicious," Xia Mi texted.

Xia Mu's facial muscles twitched.

Blood supply and blood sucking...

Why did my relationship with Xia Mi turn out to be this strange...?

He went back to the practice room and trained like crazy with the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella, trying to forget about thirst for blood through extremely high-intensity exertion.

The next morning, despite being drenched in sweat, he still applied to leave the school and went down the mountain to collect blood.

Xia Mi's blood was indeed frozen. Xia Mu heated it up to thaw it, then tilted his head back and drank it down. It felt like an ice-cold cola on a summer day, and he felt a cheerful feeling all over his body.

"We're doomed..."

He collapsed on the roadside lawn after finishing his drink, staring blankly at the sky. He never imagined that one day he would become like a vampire, and that he would only drink the blood of the Dragon King.

I should have kept Norton around as a blood bank…

The thought made him gag; instinctively, he felt girls were better, and men always felt disgusting.

Apart from Xia Mi, there has been no news about the King of Sky and Wind or the King of Ocean and Water, and there is no replacement candidate.

Lying on the grass looking at the sun, it was a bit too bright.

Xia Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to reach out and shield them, but suddenly a figure loomed over him, blocking out the sunlight.

He stood up and looked back.

A silver-gray suit, shiny leather shoes, and a rose gold watch—this luxurious outfit perfectly complemented the young man's muscular physique…except for the KFC bag on his forehead.

Xia Mu's lips twitched.

KFC Colonel...Finnish Dog?

"Hey, handsome young man, the weather's so nice today, why do you look so melancholy..."

boom!

Xia Mu watched him clowning around, then bumped the back of his head against a telephone pole.

"Oh shit! Who put this telephone pole up here?!"

Mr. KFC fiddled with the bag on his forehead, making sure he could still see Xia Mu through the gouged-out eyehole, only to see Xia Mu pat his bottom, get up, and leave.

Hey! Don't go!

Mr. KFC came over and tried to pull Xia Mu, but finding nothing to hold onto, he had no choice but to pull on the handle of the Thousand Chance Umbrella on Xia Mu's back.

But Xia Mu instantly dodged forward, flicked his right hand backward, grabbed the Thousand Chance Umbrella, and then swept it in a crescent shape.

"Ow!"

Mr. KFC stretched out his arm to block, and was hit, making a dog howl.

"Don't get me wrong, kid! I'm just here on behalf of a certain group to have a chat with you!"

Xia Mu slung the Thousand Chance Umbrella back over his shoulder and said, "Speak."

After testing it, he became even more certain that it was Fen Dog, because it was very skilled in using the bronze throne, and its arm had hardened for a moment just now.

The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Expansion into a Foreign Land

“You should know that Kassel College and the Secret Society behind it aren’t the only mixed-race groups in this world, right?” Mr. KFC sat cross-legged on the grass without any regard for appearances, patting the turf and gesturing to Xia Mu.

Xia Mu stood down and looked down at him: "And then?"

Mr. KFC shrugged: "So I'm the spokesperson for another group. Compared to the secret society that builds schools, manufactures weapons, gathers intelligence, and explores ruins, many more mixed-race people are actually doing business in the shadows, accumulating enormous global wealth. And I'm the spokesperson for this group, or rather, the largest group of mixed-race people."

"Oh."

Xia Mu nodded, turned her back, and waved: "Goodbye."

Mr. KFC: "..."

Chapter 180 Hearing Your Words...

Aren't you curious why I'm looking for you?

Mr. KFC lay on the grass, pulling on Xia Mu's trouser leg.

Xia Mu tried to pull his foot away, but couldn't shake it off.

"I'm not interested in knowing."

"We are the largest mixed-race group!"

Mr. KFC hugged his feet.

Xia Mu continued kicking: "What does that have to do with me? Let go! Lots of people saw this! I don't want to be mistaken for a gay man!"

"Then let me finish what I have to say! Otherwise, I'll shout it all over the street, saying you seduced me and then abandoned me! You seduced me and then abandoned me!"

Xia Mu sighed, hands on his hips, "I really can't trust Fen Gou's integrity."

"Go ahead and say it," he said, sitting cross-legged on the grass.

"First, let me confirm one thing with you: did you really kill the Bronze and Fire King, one of the Four Lords?" Mr. KFC leaned on the grass, striking a nonchalant pose.

Xia Mu raised an eyebrow: "You guys are very well-informed."

“We’ve confirmed with multiple sources that you did kill him, but we’re not sure if you got the dragon bone,” Mr. KFC shrugged.

"No," Xia Mu said calmly.

Mr. KFC paused and said, "I mean, if you've hidden the keel, we'd like to buy it from you, no matter the cost, 1000 billion or 100 billion, it's not a problem."

"If you don't believe me, why are you asking me?" Xia Mu remained unfazed, as if 1000 billion was nothing to him.

Money can get you a lot of things done, but hanging out with these guys is more troublesome.

Currently known hybrid factions include the Secret Party, the group represented by Han Gao, the "Crown Prince" hiding in the shadows, and the Dark Side Monarch. Some of these factions may overlap, but it is not clear at present.

Xia Mu didn't want to get involved immediately; his goal remained Tokyo, which was the direction of all his current efforts.

“Angers is a very charismatic dragon-slaying leader, but he doesn’t represent the Secret Society. If you bet your entire future on him, many bad things might happen, such as burying your loved one for the sake of the dragon-slaying cause…”

Mr. KFC's tone wavered for a moment before returning to his flippant manner: "Your school board's patience with him has reached its limit, and coupled with the immense allure of Constantine's dragon bone and the technology to exterminate the Dragon King, internal strife is practically imminent."

He chuckled: "How about it? Don't you want to have another way out? That way, you can refuse any missions that require you to die in the future."

Xia Mu nodded calmly: "Oh."

That was the last time.

Mr. KFC waited a while, then couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

"What, and then?" Xia Mu seemed even more confused. "I've heard everything, aren't you going to continue?"

"What else should I say? Shouldn't it be your turn to state your opinion?"

"Why should I make a statement? I don't even have a dragon bone."

Even if we have it, we won't give it to them. Anyway, it's under the ruins of Bronze City. It might be useful in the future, including Bronze City itself. It's not impossible for him to restore it when he becomes powerful enough.

“Okay, then there’s one more thing. We hope to purchase from you the solution to the technical problem, namely the cocooning of dragons. This is a problem that has plagued hybrids for thousands of years, and we want to know how you solved it.” Mr. KFC shrugged.

Xia Mu nodded: "It's simple, just prevent him from cocooning."

Mr. KFC has a row of ellipses on his forehead.

"Or rather, make him unwilling to cocoon, that should be fine, right?" Xia Mu said.

This is something that sounds simple but is difficult to do; it's not exactly a secret.

Norton gave up cocooning entirely because of Constantine's death; such an opportunity was extremely rare.

"Hearing your words is like hearing a lecture."

Mr. KFC stood up.

Goodbye, young man. Just a reminder, be careful lately.

"stop."

Xia Mu suddenly drew the Thousand Chance Umbrella and pointed it at his back: "Are you threatening me?"

“I’m not threatening you, kid,” Mr. KFC raised his hands. “You should know that not everyone in an organization agrees on everything. I’m just representing the moderates and advocating that we talk.”

“Oh,” Xia Mu put the umbrella away, “So you’re saying there are other hybrids who want to attack me? Fine, they’ll have to bear the consequences.”

"Yes, yes, you'll bear the consequences, you'll bear the consequences..."

Mr. KFC retreated several steps and then ran away.

"Hey! You have a keen sense of perception!"

Xia Mu smiled, then suddenly reversed the Thousand Chance Umbrella, and hooks popped out from the handle, shooting towards him at high speed.

With a soft "plop," he accurately grabbed the KFC paper bag, pulled it, and the bag flew up.

"Ow!"

Mr. KFC let out a strange yell, pulled his jacket up from behind and wrapped it over his head, and continued running wildly.

"Young man! I am not your enemy! Don't be so curious about me!"

Passersby watched him run away as if he were a lunatic.

Xia Mu's grappling hook snapped back into the umbrella handle, and he shook his head as he walked back.

The two went in different directions, but in the end they both returned to Kassel College.

Xia Mu didn't care about the potential attack from the mixed-race forces; he was short of blood packs anyway, so he'd accept any offer...

He had no intention of siding with either side or currying favor with anyone; his goal was simple.

Become stronger.

Save Erii.

"The school board is preparing to investigate you, and you still ran down the mountain?"

As soon as Xia Mu returned to campus, Angers called her to his office.

"Just to relax."