Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Mr. Bai, this year's Longjing tea is more fragrant than in previous years." The maid said softly.

Bai Cheng closed his eyes slightly, a smile on his face: "The tea is good, but it's a pity that the rivals in this world are becoming more and more boring."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rockery pool in the center of the courtyard suddenly exploded with a splash of water!

"Bang--!"

A disheveled figure slammed heavily into the pool, stirring up a large wave. The maid screamed and stepped back, while Bai Cheng frowned and slowly sat up straight.

"Zhou Qingyang?"

In the pool, the ninth son of the Zhou family, with a broken arm, struggled to get up, his face as pale as paper.

"The matter has been exposed."

"Baicheng! Quick...quickly use your Great Teleportation Talisman! Take me away!"

Bai Cheng's eyes fixed on Zhou Qingyang's broken arm, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Where's your arm?" He chuckled. "Your Word Spirit is the best at escaping. Who can cut off your arm?"

Zhou Qingyang stumbled up the bank, his voice almost screaming: "Stop talking nonsense! Go! That guy...that guy is not human at all!"

Bai Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, but remained calm: "Oh? It's strange that I could scare you like this."

"White City!"

Zhou Qingyang grabbed his collar, his eyes full of fear:

"I'm not kidding you this time, and I'm not in the mood to listen to your boasting. You're the eldest son of the Bai family, so don't worry. If I'd been any slower, I would have died here.

The oppressive feeling that guy gave me was something that even Lord Wa had never given me before!

Bai Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lord Wa - the being worshipped by the Zhou family, is a true "super hybrid" and is even regarded as a "fake Dragon King" by some people!

To be able to make Zhou Qingyang say such words...

He no longer hesitated, and two talismans slipped out of his sleeves - one with flowing golden light, and the other with flashing silver patterns.

"Golden Light Talisman for protection, Great Teleportation Talisman for teleportation." His tone finally grew serious. "Go to your Zhou family. If he's just like you say, I don't want to lure this monster to the Bai family."

"It doesn't matter where we go, just take me away quickly!"

Zhou Qingyang nodded frantically, and just as Bai Cheng was about to activate the talisman—

"Where are you going? The scenery here is so beautiful, why don't you sit down and chat with me for a while?"

A leisurely voice came from the rockery.

The two men looked up suddenly and saw a dark space crack silently opening up. Ye Fan stepped out into the air, his black robe fluttering and his golden eyes like the sun hanging in the sky.

Bai Cheng's fingers froze.

"How is it possible..." he muttered, "Such golden eyes, such a blazing radiance, how high must this fellow's bloodline be?"

The moment he saw Ye Fan appear, the dragon blood in Bai Cheng's body began to stir wildly, and a pair of molten golden pupils appeared in his eyes.

As the one with the highest bloodline of this generation of the Bai family, Bai Cheng has S-level bloodline, which is also the reason why he is extremely confident.

Because apart from those ancient super hybrids, he is unparalleled among the younger generation.

Not to mention that he also awakened a powerful spiritual word originating from China - All living beings are chess pieces.

Ye Fan smiled slightly and his eyes fell on the talisman in Bai Cheng's hand.

"What is this thing? A talisman? Is it ancient Chinese alchemy?"

Bai Cheng took a deep breath, and real solemnity finally appeared in his eyes.

"Who exactly is Your Excellency?"

Ye Fan smiled slightly and raised his hand lightly——

"I'm just a half-blood who's interested in this."

The mist in the rockery courtyard had not yet dissipated, and Bai Cheng's pupils reflected the figure in a black robe walking in the air.

He had never seen such pure golden eyes before - it was not the molten gold color common among hybrids, but a blazing gold color as dazzling as liquid sunlight.

"Everyone is a chess piece!"

Bai Cheng bit his tongue, and his blood and essence mixed with dragon spells gushed out.

The entire courtyard instantly transformed into a huge chessboard with nineteen lines. The rockery stones turned into black pieces, the bamboo shadows condensed into white pieces, and even the splashing water droplets were frozen into crystal chess pieces.

This is the supreme word spirit that can control everything, and if activated by his essence and blood, the power is many times greater than before.

"Certainly!"

Following this decree, blood spurted out of Baicheng's eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

He felt that he was not trying to freeze one person, but was trying to solidify the entire world.

Ye Fan's robe did indeed stop, but the playfulness in his golden eyes did not diminish at all.

"puff--"

Bai Cheng spat out a blood mist, and the teleportation talisman in his hand emitted a dazzling silver light.

At the moment when the space was distorted, he saw Ye Fan slowly raise his right hand and gently tap his index finger on the center of his eyebrows.

As the invisible blade passed by, Bai Cheng felt a chill between his brows, but he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He hurriedly pulled Zhou Qingyang into the space opened up by the Great Teleportation Talisman.

Chapter 160 Chang'an City

The evening drum in Chang'an City had just struck its third blow, and the tulip pink of Hu Ji was floating on Zhuque Street.

On the third floor of the vermilion-lacquered attic, a Persian merchant was serving fine grape wine in glass cups; a dancer with red sleeves waving took small steps, and a shawl embroidered with gold thread swayed in the evening breeze; an old man selling candied haws had just finished wiping his grandson's mouth when he suddenly saw two bloody figures falling out of thin air.

"The Bai family...Baicheng..."

Bai Cheng staggered and banged on the city gate, the front of his expensive Tang suit covered in blood.

He knew clearly that what he saw was a blurry illusion, created by the Bai family, a Tang Dynasty royal city with a mixture of real and fake elements.

"Stop filming. Without any discussion today, even if you are the young master of the Bai family, this city gate will not be opened."

Zhou Qingyang took out the silver token with trembling hands and pressed it on the bronze ring of the animal head. The word "Zhou" on the token suddenly lit up with a scarlet light.

At the moment the city gate opened and closed, Bai Cheng tore a transparent talisman behind him.

There was an obvious look of pain on his face. He was the eldest son of the Bai family and usually had no shortage of money, but he really needed this kind of talisman!

The Dustless Talisman turned into thousands of points of light and dissipated, taking with it all their remaining breath.

This is a life-saving talisman that can conceal from the Dragon King's perception. Only the current head of the Bai family and the super hybrid of the Bai family can make it.

"Hurry! Go to Vientiane Building!"

"My dad and the others would usually be there drinking and eating meat. At the very least, Lord Wa would be there playing with her phone. She definitely wouldn't let us die at the hands of that guy!"

Zhou Qingyang ran wildly with his broken arm, knocking over a stall selling rouge along the way.

Although these are all illusions, out of respect for the preferences of their elders, the Zhou family disciples usually dare not touch the people and stalls here.

But today is a special case, his life is almost gone, so Zhou Qingyang certainly won't care about the usual courtesy.

Behind them, the magician performing the magic trick suddenly froze—all the floating copper coins fell vertically to the ground.

The entire Chang'an city suddenly became quiet.

The erhu strings broke, the dancer's bells stopped ringing, and even the koi in the moat sank to the bottom of the water.

Everyone looked up at the sky at the same time, where a black crack was appearing, stretching from east to west.

When the figure in the black robe stepped out of the void, the foundation of the entire ancient city sank three inches.

Ye Fan's golden eyes illuminated the seventy-two archways, and the phantom of the chessboard that Bai Cheng had just used appeared under his feet - but this time, the entire Chang'an City became a chess piece on the board.

"Your Word Spirit is quite good too. This is the first time I've seen a Word Spirit that can control the heavens and the earth. Hahahaha, China really does have a unique lineage of Word Spirits, just as I imagined!"

"But that's all I could learn in that moment. Come here, let me play with your Word Spirit for a bit."

Ye Fan chuckled, with a bit of blood from Bai Cheng's brow still on his fingertips.

He used this drop of blood as a coordinate and traveled thousands of miles to reach this mysterious ancient city.

Ye Fan raised one hand, and invisible gravity gathered from his palm, and the target was Baicheng.

Just when he wanted to capture Bai Cheng and play with him for a while, an invisible force counteracted his Word Spirit Black Sun.

He looked at the highest glazed dome building in the city. The power that counteracted his spiritual words came from there.

At this moment, Ye Fan shifted his attention to this prosperous yet quiet ancient Tang Dynasty city.

"A crisscross of reality and illusion, true and false, with traces of alchemy and the covering of spiritual words. Is the Nibelungen stored in the real world, or is it a separate space?"

Ye Fan turned his gaze to the dark surroundings and felt it carefully.

Although he has not yet mastered the "space development" of the Alchemy Kingdom, his perception of space has already reached an extremely high level.

As the owner of a Nibelungen, he has a certain understanding of Nibelungen, and this space does not look like Nibelungen.

"Since you've come from afar, how about we chat in this attic first?"

A soft and sticky sound came from the highest glazed building, like a silver bell wrapped in honey.

Ye Fan looked up and saw vaguely wide sleeves fluttering behind the vermilion railings, and copper bells on the eaves ringing without wind, with some ancient rhythm hidden in the tinkling sound.

"It's natural that there's no reason to refuse the host's invitation."

Before he finished speaking, the red dust and smoke covering the ancient city suddenly swirled open a crack.

It was this worldly smoke that just blocked Ye Fan's words.

The rouge mist that was originally entangled in the archway was now like a bead curtain that was pulled aside by an invisible hand, revealing a bluestone path leading directly to the attic.

As Ye Fan walked forward, he noticed that the candles in the lanterns on both sides were tilted towards him.

It wasn't the wind—the flames were saluting him.

As he passed by, the lanterns on the entire street suddenly lit up three times, illuminating the dragon patterns hidden on the bluestone slabs in every detail.

Four maids with double-ring buns stood in front of the attic, their snow-white faces adorned with the fashionable fallen plum blossom makeup.