Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

In the next three hours, Ye Fan turned the library upside down.

He found seven cowhide manuscripts containing high-level alchemy, twelve volumes of research notes on the nature of words, and even a secret scroll that recorded some of the powers of the Bronze and Fire Kings.

He stuffed these precious books into the bag that had been prepared long ago without any hesitation.

He is now the president of the Lionheart Society and has the highest authority over these things.

"you..."

Selina finally couldn't help but speak:

"What is this thing that can improve bloodline?"

Her voice was filled with controlled urgency. "Don't try to fool me with common bloodline refining techniques. House Beowulf has its own secrets."

Ye Fan continued to pack up the books without raising his head:

"What era is this? Are you still using that kind of primitive technology?"

He took out a cherry-sized red crystal from his inner pocket and tossed it to Selina:

"Your bloodline should be at the peak of A-level, right? Eating this will allow you to break through to S-level."

The crystal drew a bloody line in the air.

Selina caught it reflexively and instantly felt a burning pain in her palm.

The crystal pulsed slightly in her hand, as if alive. The mere contact caused the dragon blood in her body to boil, and her golden eyes ignited uncontrollably.

"It looks like some kind of alchemical potion. Are there any side effects?"

Selina's voice was a little hoarse.

"Strictly speaking, no, provided you are strong-willed enough."

Ye Fan finally turned around, his sapphire eyes gleaming coldly in the dark. "But someone who can withstand three blood surges shouldn't be so..."

Before he could finish his words, Selina had already swallowed the crystal into her throat.

The violent dragon transformation reaction began immediately.

Fine white scales appeared on Selina's slender neck, and her nails extended into sharp bone claws.

Her muscle fibers were stretched tight like steel cables, and the seams of her school jacket were bursting. But the most astonishing thing was that she remained standing without even bending her knees.

Ye Fan observed the process with great interest. Selina's dragon-like characteristics were more obvious than those of Finger and Chu Zihang, but her consciousness was terrifyingly clear.

The Beowulf family's bloodline has been tempered for thousands of years, giving them extraordinary resistance to the erosion of dragon blood.

Ye Fan knew very well the pain after swallowing the dragon blood crystal. Even a cold-faced killer like Chu Zihang would convulse and fall to the ground in pain.

But the iron-blooded warrior from Beowulf's family can endure this pain, and such qualities deserve to be entrusted with more important tasks.

A quarter of an hour later, the transformation was complete.

All those dragon-like features were retracted into the body, and the protruding scales on the surface of the body slowly shrank, becoming dragon scales so fine that they were invisible to the naked eye.

Only the golden eyes became a little brighter.

Selina gasped and opened her eyes, a new strength coursing through her veins.

She picked up a brass paperweight and squeezed it gently—the metal deformed like plasticine.

"The power of the next generation..."

Selina stared at her palm in disbelief. Even without her Blood Rush, she possessed the same combat power she once had.

She really completed the breakthrough of her bloodline, and now she has the confidence to fight against a second-generation species.

Ye Fan's voice suddenly came from very close: "I still have a lot of things like this."

At some point, he was standing in front of Selina, and the pressure in his golden eyes made the warrior who had just achieved a breakthrough instinctively take a half step back.

That wasn't the oppressive feeling that an S-rank should have—it was a terrifying pressure that Selina had never experienced before.

"Keep it a secret for me."

Ye Fan's voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible force:

"I can assign you some tasks. As long as you complete them, I'll give you something like that as a reward. Tasks in exchange for crystals, it's a fair deal. If you complete them well enough, you can even get more..."

Selina's Adam's apple rolled. As the heir to the Beowulf family, she knew only too well the significance of this treasure that could safely enhance her bloodline.

The entire mixed-race society will go crazy for it.

"I agree."

She knelt on one knee, a traditional Beowulf ritual of loyalty to the powerful. "As long as it doesn't violate the interests of the hybrids and humans, I will accept any mission."

Ye Fan put his hand on her shoulder: "A wise choice."

He handed Selina a black card. "The dark web portal to the Hunter website. The first mission has been issued: Go to Iceland and retrieve a bronze artifact."

"What's your code name on the Hunter website?"

Selina asked.

"Emperor of Heaven."

When Ye Fan left the library, Selina was still kneeling there.

Her golden eyes reflected the dancing flames, and the new power in her body was like a volcano about to erupt.

Outside the window, the last ray of sunset was swallowed by the night, and the bell of Kassel College came from afar, like the prelude to a new era.

Chapter 127 Emperor of Heaven

When Ye Fan pushed open the dormitory door, Finkel was sitting cross-legged on the bed, switching between three laptops with his fingers flying.

The blue light from the screen shone on his unshaven face, making the wrinkles look like ravines on a map.

"Welcome back, our new dual club president."

Finkel said without raising his head, with his usual teasing tone:

"By the way, your popularity on the campus forum has exploded, and the server almost crashed."

Ye Fan casually threw the bag full of ancient books onto the bed. The sound of metal collision finally made Finkel raise his head.

"He actually named his Hunter website account "Emperor of Heaven."

The burly German whistled. "That's an impressive codename. But..." He turned a computer around. "Are you sure you want to compete with these wealthy people for this mission?"

The screen displayed the details of the task from the hunter website: a private collector in Iceland offered $3 million to find a bronze artifact. The object in the picture was shaped like a coiled dragon, and its surface was covered with dark red rust.

Ye Fan took off his school uniform jacket, revealing the tight-fitting black tactical vest underneath. He picked up the water cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he swallowed.

"That thing is the work of a Nordic hybrid from the 8th century AD, with dragons involved in its creation."

Ye Fan put down the cup, and a thin layer of frost formed when the bottom of the glass touched the table:

"I need to analyze these items to gain alchemical knowledge."

Fingel's eyebrows nearly flew into his hairline. "Is that all? Sending Beowulf's eldest daughter to run errands? That girl can't single-handedly fight the next generation now!"

"Planning required."

Ye Fan answered briefly, then suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, let me borrow Murasame for a while. Chu Tianjiao should have returned it to you, right?"

The air in the room froze instantly.

Finger's fingers hovered above the keyboard, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. He slowly turned his head, the playful expression on his face peeling off like a mask:

"How did you know Murasame was here?"

"Just simple reasoning."

Ye Fan walked towards Finger's bed, his military boots making a dull sound on the floor: "First of all, I was the one who brought the two knives out of Nibelungen."

He bent down and pulled out a long black box from under the bed:

"Secondly..."

His fingers gently stroked the dragon inscription on the surface of the box.

"As an alchemist, an alchemical item of this caliber stands out like a beacon in the darkness."

The moment the box was opened, a cold light pierced the darkness of the dormitory.

The sacred sword Murasame lay quietly in the silk lining, the blade like a mirror, the blade pattern flowing like waves, with a faint blood color winding through it.

The moment Ye Fan grasped the hilt of the knife, Finkel unconsciously tensed his muscles.

But Ye Fan just held the knife horizontally in front of his eyes, and a crystal-like silver light appeared in his pupils - that was the sign that the "Mirror Pupil" word spirit was activated.

"interesting..."

Ye Fan said softly, the blade reflecting the silver runes flowing in his eyes. "It's Flamel's work, but he added dragon bone powder when forging it. No wonder it can bear the 'Dark Slaying Flame Demon Blade'."

Finger's pupils trembled like an earthquake. Even those crazy people in the equipment department hadn't detected these details!

"What do you want Murasame for?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

"Two uses."

Ye Fan put Murasame back into the box, but the silver light still did not fade from his eyes:

"First, make a new sword for my future apprentice Chu Zihang. He needs a weapon more suitable for 'Jun Yan'."

The speed of the silver light flowed faster:

"Second, improve your Murasame. The current version is too expensive to use."

Finger's mouth dropped open like a stranded salmon. "Improved? You know this is a top-tier alchemical weapon, right?"

"Top level?"

Ye Fan sneered:

"This is just one of Flamel's better works. How can it be called top-notch?"

"Although my skills are limited, I can still make you, the Flame Dragon Slayer, swing the Dark Slaying Flame Demon Blade five or six times in a row."

"The Flame Dragon Slayer can only swing one sword at a time. It sounds a bit too low."