252 A Drop of Dragon Blood (1/2)

”What…”

The Draconic Beastman issued a loud scream after leaving the protection of the Planar Path Fragment. He was like a dozing drunkard being suddenly woken up and struggling wildly. Unfortunately, he was no longer protected.

”Fuck…” Lin Yun swore angrily.

But he still stopped pouring mana into the Crystal Scales.

As Lin Yun cut the flow of mana, the Crystal Scales that were on the verge of bursting managed to stabilize and the Planar Path Fragment no longer shook, the surrounding spatial distortions also gradually recovered. At the same time, Lin Yun cast a Vine spell and sent the arm-thick vine through the void towards the Draconic Beastman.

Then the Vine curled around Xiuban's body and Lin Yun felt the Vine becoming more heavy as other side was struggling and screeching, ”Help… Help…”

”Hmph…” Seeing the Vine curled around the body of the Draconic Beastman, Lin Yun sighed in relief and controlled the Vine to pull the him back while tossing a shout out, ”Are you crazy!”

”Hold on, Sir, please free me…” But Lin Yun hadn't expected that just as the Vine pulled Xiuban back, the latter unexpectedly started struggling again.

It looked like he wanted to break free from the Vine's binding.

”What's the matter?” Lin Yun was stunned.

”Sir, look, look, over there…”At this time, the Draconic Beastman didn't know how to explain, so he just kept struggling while pointing ahead of him.

”Ah?” Lin Yun followed the Draconic Beastman's finger and caught sight of a particular corpse.

That was the body of a Three-Headed Golden Dragon.

As one of the peak existences of Noscent, the Three-Headed Golden Dragon's scales still flickered with a dazzling golden light even after being dead for so many years. Although it had lost its life and power and was merely floating in the void, Lin Yun could still feel its might and majesty.

But...

Why was the Draconic Beastman desperately struggling to rush over?

If him leaving the protection of the Planar Path Fragment earlier could be considered as an accident, then why was he struggling so much now that Lin Yun had gotten hold of him with the Vine and was pulling him back towards the safety of the Planar Path Fragment? Why was he trying to get to the Three-Headed Golden Dragon's corpse with all his might?

If felt as if he found that corpse very attractive.

'Could it be…' As he thought of a possibility, Lin Yun's heart couldn't help being moved.

He didn't say anything and directly controlled the Planar Path Fragment and quickly moved it to the corpse of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon.

Even under the protection of the Planar Path Fragment, Lin Yun could clearly feel a frightening power in the surroundings as they drew closer to the Three-Headed Golden Dragon.

'Sure enough!'

Lin Yun understood.

There was a bright red spot on top of the corpse.

This bright red spot seemed especially conspicuous among the dazzling golden scales.

That was a drop of blood.

That drop was on the chest of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon. Lin Yun had thought that the Three-Headed Golden Dragon had no wounds, but after getting closer, he could see a fist-sized hole on his chest, and this drop of blood came from this wound.

'So it was like that…' Lin Yun finally understood why the Draconic Beastman had suddenly gone crazy, it was because of that drop of blood.

No wonder the coward Xiuban would rush forward as if his life depended on it...

For Draconic Beastmen whose power came from their bloodline, the value of a drop of blood from a Three-Headed Golden Dragon couldn't be assessed. That was the drop of blood of an existence rivalling Ancient Gods, one of the peak bloodlines of Noscent, even a mere drop would contain unimaginable power and secrets.

The Dragonic Beastman might not consciously know this, but the instinct from his bloodline made him long for that drop of blood nonetheless.

It seemed like he had no other choice than to help Xiuban get hold of that drop of blood.

Lin Yun was also curious to see what heights a Draconic Beastman would reach after assimilating a drop of blood from a legendary creature like the Three-Headed Golden Dragon.

Naturally, he wouldn't act rashly.