Mystical Journey

The Dragon Guards’ rays were released at astonishing high temperatures, rapidly melting the ice and snow nearby within a radius of several meters. However, upon landing on the side of Garen’s waist, the rays were quietly absorbed by his white scales.

Shh!!

All the Dragon Whelps and onlookers gasped in shock.

This was Level Seven immunity!!

The Dragon Guard had immediately used a Level Seven Spell – Scorching Ray. It was a Level Seven Spell strengthened and derived from Level Four Scorching Radiation. Although it was initially a Level Four Spell, once its composition was revised and intensified, it could stir up the powers that were released by Weave, and as such was truly a Level Seven flaming ray!!

However, Garen seemed to be immune to it?!

He was actually immune to Level Seven Spells at this age??!!

It was really…

None of the Dragons knew how to assess Garen’s talents anymore.

Particularly the instructor who had recommended him in the beginning. Gaping with his mouth wide open, he was speechless as he was in a complete state of shock. His only thought was, oh man I’m so gonna get rich!…

The two Adult White Dragons that were whipped away crawled up slowly. Upon witnessing this scene, they broke out in cold sweat, too afraid to step forward.

When they saw Garen’s current physique and recalled the frightening strength that he had used to strike them, they realized that he had surpassed the normal White Dragons and they were not able to challenge him anymore.

Gradually, the red ray dimmed. Garen’s dragon scales only had bits of faint, black burn marks; the rest were not affected.

The Dragon Guard who was holding that scroll which was released earlier looked embarrassed. He looked at Garen dumbfoundedly, not knowing how to react as Garen grabbed Wylow by the neck. This may not be his strongest spell, but the powers of the other spells were not anymore greater than this. If this spell was not able to hurt Garen at all, the other spells could only hurt him to a limited degree as well.

“You’re really irritating.” Garen lifted little Wylow to his front, lowering his head to look at him closer.

“Kill me if you can!!” Wylow’s face was green from anger and fear. He was angry because he had been badly humiliated, and afraid because he did not expect Garen to be so fierce.

“Kill you?” Garen’s ferocious dragon mouth curled slightly at its corners, exposing his sharp, pearly white teeth.

His body’s Level Five Draconic Aura erupted fully. He had managed to offset a large part of the Draconic Auras weakening effects towards himself so that the value of his attributes would only decrease by one point on average.

Even so, his age was a concern to the surrounding members of the dragon race as they regarded him as a challenge that was hard to surpass despite everything.

“I won’t kill you, of course.” Garen drew back the corners of his mouth and grinned, “however, I can let you experience what is pain.”

He grabbed one of Wylow’s arms with his other claw while smiling menacingly.

“You…”

Shh!!

Ahh!!!

Amidst the violent, tearing noise, Wylow could be heard screaming in pain. He could only stare blankly at his right arm, which was literally ripped off. His flesh and muscle membranes were torn ragged, a large amount of white dragon blood spurted out.

Seeing this, the surrounding dragons felt intense chills surging from their tailbones up to their heads. Garen dared, he actually dared to rip off an arm of the Elder’s grandson?!

This was simply too brutal!! It was simply unimaginable! He was extremely audacious!!

“Enough!!”

A dragon’s ferocious roar echoed in the distance suddenly.

It was Third Elder!

His enormous, white body glided over swiftly, bringing with him a powerful and fearless Draconic Aura and using most of it to pressure Garen.

Garen turned around and flung Wylow away in passing. Wylow rolled on the ground a few times before he stopped, fainting from the pain.

He looked at Third Elder, who was flying towards him.

“Do you have any instructions? Elder?” His expression remained unchanged. Noticing that Garen could still remain calm despite causing such great ruckus, the surrounding members of the dragon race could not help but secretly admired him.

Third Elder was holding the Divine Staff, which emitted a ray of white light that shrouded Wylow who fainted on the side.

He only looked at Garen after that. Surprisingly, he merely furrowed his eyebrows gently and glanced at Boris, who was almost crippled by the beatings, and the other dragons surrounding Garen.

He remained quiet and did not say a word. He looked over at the other dragons around him numerous times before an Adult White Dragon approached him and explained the situation to him quietly.

Third Elder remained silent for ten whole minutes, the atmosphere was oppressively quiet.

His last gaze finally landed on Garen. The corners of his mouth drew back as Third Elder actually squeezed out an extremely natural-looking and gentle smile.

“It looks like I didn’t explain everything in time beforehand. Regarding my promise, it remains unchanged. But Garen, don’t you think that you’ve gone too far?”

“Elder, I was momentarily furious and could not help but acted rashly…” Garen suddenly understood that the Elder had already decided between him and Wylow. He immediately put on a helpless face tinged with some grievance.

He sensed that Third Elder’s gaze was scanning his body continuously. Third Elder was clearly extremely satisfied with the potential that Garen had displayed today.

“That’s true as well. Wylow had never experienced great obstacles since young. It was also beneficial for him to have you demonstrate to him the true definition of a powerhouse. Perhaps it will influence his future development positively.”

The Elder nodded casually.

“Alright, this incident ends here. Garen, regarding your matters, I’ll contact the other side as soon as possible. You can standby for more information. Don’t worry, you have a very great chance!”

Finishing his words, his gaze scanned Garen’s entire body from head to toe as if he was admiring an exceptional treasure. The longer he looked, the more satisfied he was.

“Thank you very much, Elder!” Garen replied with respect immediately.

Witnessing the conversation between the Elder and Garen, the other dragons looked as if they had seen aliens. They could not understand what had happened between the both of them that made the Elder ignored his favorite grandson’s critical injuries while openly favoring Garen instead!?

Boris hovered and stayed behind. Despite being the one who knew Third Elder’s personality the best, he was completely stupefied now. Third Elder, who had an extremely selfish and cold personality, had actually handled Garen so magnanimously even though the latter had challenged his dignity. This was more unbelievable than if White Dragon Mountain had instantly transformed into Black Dragon Mountain!!

Nonetheless, he could not deny it because the truth had happened right before his eyes.

However, none of the dragons knew that while Garen had breathed a sigh of relief, he was also secretly vigilant of Third Elder’s selfishness.

The true nature of White Dragons was that they were naturally selfish and cold, which could be vividly seen in Third Elder. If his own grandson was merely a bargaining chip that he could discard at any moment, outsiders would be worth even less.

He had already prepared in advance to display his powers in the clan. As long as he displayed his elite grade as an Adult White Dragon and leveraged on his age and talents, Wylow would be insignificant. In a clan where powerhouses were revered, no one would even dare to say anything if he killed Wylow.

However, it would be slightly risky depending on how much Third Elder valued familial attachments.

Therefore, Garen did not go to the extremes and merely tore off one of Wylow’s arms because broken limbs could be perfectly reattached within a short period of time by using Divine Art. His actions may seem brutal, but in reality, Wylow’s injuries would not be critical with the Elder’s help.

This was also a subtle action that he used to probe Third Elder.

The results, however, made him bitterly disappointed. Third Elder was indeed a ruthless character!

“These matters shall end here then.” Third Elder released white light from his staff while dragging Wylow up from the ground. He scanned through the area one last time before his gaze paused on the Adult Dragon Guard on the side, who was still holding the Level Seven scroll in his hand.

“You, come with me.”

That White Dragon’s body trembled before he frantically lowered his head respectfully.

“Yes.”

“Don’t disappoint me… Garen.” Third Elder looked at Garen one final time before turning around and flew away

Garen looked on while they left.

He stood at the same spot silently, his physique shrunk back to its original state again. He did not look any different from a normal Young Dragon. No one could have imagined that the tough atmosphere had actually burst forth from him.

He waited until the silhouettes of Third Elder and the other dragons had disappeared completely before he turned around and walked towards Boris.

“Are you alright?” He reached his hand out to support him.

“Still okay…” Boris struggled and tried to stand on his own but could not raise his body. “You shouldn’t have worried about me. Although Third Elder was smiling happily, he’s definitely harboring a grudge in his heart. Despite whatever methods you’re using to temporarily suppress his internal fury now, you will definitely face his worse retaliation the moment you make the slightest error.”

“Since doing this, I’d naturally know that these are the consequences of my actions. Don’t worry.” In his mind, Garen had a definite idea of what he was doing. “I’ll send you back to your cave first.”

“Thanks.”

“We were friends since the beginning, so you don’t have to say such things.”

Garen ignored the stares of the other dragons around him. He grabbed Boris and flapped both of his own wings before flying towards the snowy peak in the distance.

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Shhh…

“That really hurts!!”

Inside a narrow little cave, Saszt was applying medicine on Boris’ wounds carefully. Leona, who was beside them, rushed over with the medicine from home.

This pitiful little girl was looking at Boris, worried.

Garen sat at the side and looked at Boris who was lying on the ground groaning.

“What are you guys planning to do now?”

“Plans? What other plans could we have?” It seemed as though Boris had matured greatly after experiencing the things that happened during this period of his life. “It’s impossible for us to leave this place because Third Elder would never release us. Thus, we can only live in the snowy peak. Due to this, we don’t stand a single chance of breaking free from his grasp.”

“I… I miss Grandfather…” Leona could not help but started crying again. Her delicate narrow dragon eyes were recently always slightly swollen. She was clearly crying often every day. The dragon scales that covered her body which was initially clean and beautiful now appeared somewhat dirty. There were obviously no specialists to help her clean them anymore.

Bang!

Saszt punched the cave wall.

“Wait for me to grow up! Wait for me to grow up! I’ll definitely put on a good show for that bastard!!” He gritted his teeth.

Garen looked at these three Dragon Whelps helplessly.

“Frankly, you cannot leave this snowy peak nor can you escape from the Elder’s supervision. If this persists, it will be completely meaningless even if you grow up. If you don’t leave the snowy peak and experience other things, you’ll never be able to grow and achieve the same Level Nine grade as the Elder.”

“Level Nine… Haha, the regular dragon race like ourselves could never even dream of reaching Level Nine in the beginning without seven or eight thousand years of intensive studying. However, there are only a few members of the dragon race who can live over seven or eight thousand years. There are the rarest beings in the dragon race.” Boris was realistic and calm. He glanced at Garen and said, “it might be possible for you but the rest of us aren’t prodigies. If we can’t break through to Level Seven by the time we reach five hundred years of age and are unable to extend our lifespans, it will be eternally impossible for us to even hope of achieving Level Nine.”

“Perhaps there’s a way that will allow us to break free from Elder’s control,” said Garen quietly.

“What way?!” Boris was suddenly shocked. His gaze was closely fixed on Garen.

Saszt and Leona were also surprised. They looked at Garen immediately. They were at a complete loss now and could not even see a sliver of hope.

“Eternal Contract,” said Garen lightly.

“Are you talking about the Eternal Contracts that are signed with the princes and princesses of the Deladia Empire?” Boris responded immediately.

“Once you’ve gained the protected statuses of the royal Contractors, you won’t merely be members of the White Dragon Clan as you’ll gain half of the status of the royalty of the Deladia Empire. Even Third Elder wouldn’t be brave enough to suppress your growth openly,” Garen explained briefly.

“But… our lifespans will be reduced by half!” Saszt was slightly hesitant.

“You can consider it, but this is the only way. Only by borrowing the strength of the Deladia Empire will you stand a chance of obtaining normal space for growth.” Garen stood up, “I’ll be leaving first. You can look for Safour and the rest and tell them to inform me if any matters arise. I might have to leave for a period of time so you need to be careful during this period.”

“Leave?”

“Yes, there’s a Summoned Battle…” Garen sensed the Summoner’s request in his mind. According to the contract, as long as the other party had provided sufficient remuneration, he could never reject their requests.

Garen’s heart stirred as he flew out of the cave. Translucent wavy ripples had suddenly extended in mid-air outside the cave at an unknown moment. Garen’s slender body charged through the ripples directly before he vanished without a trace.

This was his first Summoned Battle and he hoped that Kevin would not disappoint him.