Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 60 Hidden Door

Alchemists are all geniuses, absolute geniuses, so their number is very rare, and they are far more precious existences than giant pandas.

Because of this, even in modern times, European alchemists still use the ancient master-apprentice system to pass on the knowledge. The top-secret alchemical knowledge cannot even be carried on parchment and must be passed down by mouth. The vice-principal's teacher once closed the door. He also outlined the matrix, isolated it from the physical and mysterious levels, and then told him the secrets inherited by their lineage one by one.

All the secret teachers only said once that this is a world with dragons, and there are mysteries such as alchemy and speech spirits. Many knowledges may cause disasters just by speaking them out.

There was once an alchemist who was bragging to others when he was drunk and talked about his lineage's records about the Nibelungs, the mysterious country of the dead, and the method of killing elements on a large scale. The listeners only regarded it as the drunken words of a drunkard, but I found it interesting and enjoyed it with relish.

When he went to find the drunkard the next day to continue listening to the story, he found that the man had died tragically at home. The floor was all over the walls, and there was no intact piece of meat.

No one knew what this stupid alchemist had caused, but the teachers had something to talk about when teaching their apprentices. They even used alchemical methods to preserve the images at that time in the years before the camera was invented, just for the sake of To deepen the memory of alchemy apprentices so as not to make fools.

The vice principal's knowledge about the Hidden Sect also came from his teacher.

Of course, he is not stupid. How could the most famous alchemist master in the contemporary European alchemy world make the stupid mistake of talking about secrets at will.

Don't forget where they are.

Night watchman's hut.

What do you think the master of alchemy is? In the first year after the vice-principal lived in the clock tower, he had reconstructed the building into his alchemy workshop, similar to the master's mage tower in the game. As long as you are in In the bell tower, even a civilian alchemist can show absolute dominance.

What's more, there is a legendary dragon slayer beside him. Even if he does attract some kind of monster, there will be a blood-thirsty legendary folding knife waiting for him.

"Of course, Peach Blossom Land is just our guess."

The vice-principal paused for a long time when he said this. Just when Ange was wondering if his old friend had fallen asleep, he just sighed.

"Okay, I admit that I was lucky enough to meet a descendant of the Hidden Sect."

As soon as the folding knife stopped, Ange held the handle tightly, and the dragon slayer's majestic muscles were coiled like a forest python, slowly swimming away.

"Don't look at me like that!"

The vice-principal waved his hands irritably.

"It happened so many years ago, who knows whether it is true or not."

"And, it's so weird."

"Do you know what the descendant of the Hidden Sect that my senior met is doing?"

The vice principal's throat moved.

"He is here, refining the elixir."

"Elixir?"

Angers frowned slightly.

"Is it difficult to understand?"

The vice-principal scoffed.

"Old man, use your brain that has not been burned by the fire of revenge to think carefully about what is immortal in this world."

Angers narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flowing in them.

What is immortal?

No need to think about it.

"dragon."

He said.

The vice principal nodded.

"Do you still remember the legend of the First Emperor of China, who ordered Xu Fu to take three thousand boys and girls to the East China Sea to find Penglai for the elixir of death?"

"The true version of this story is that the First Emperor, a hybrid, wanted to turn a human into a dragon, purify his blood, and become a real dragon."

"And that Xu Fu may be one of the few people from the hidden sect recorded in history."

Pure blood transforms humans into dragons.

Just hearing this, Angers felt incredible.

After all, hybrids are the product of the union of humans and dragons. No matter how pure the blood is, human blood will always remain in the body.

There is even a pessimistic theory circulated among alchemists, that is, the spiritual gap between humans and dragons. The gap between the two is not just a difference in blood. Even if there is a genius alchemist who creates a pure bloodline This method can completely and cleanly remove human blood and replace it all with the noble blood of dragons.

But his soul is still a human soul.

Forcibly controlling the body of a dragon with a human soul will only lead to self-destruction.

And what did Angers hear today?

The vice-principal, a master who stands at the top of the Western alchemy world, said that someone is refining a medicine that can turn people into dragons.

"I told you, don't make that expression!"

The vice-principal drank more and more irritably, one drink after another.

"God knows if it's true or not. There are people out there who say that the Philosopher's Stone can bring the dead back to life. You have one, old man. Don't you know if it can bring the dead back to life?"

"The elixir and so on are just the records of my senior. He simply talked about the effect of this thing. As for how to refine it, which materials are needed, how long it takes, how long it takes, and the mixing techniques."

"To be honest, my teacher didn't really believe it, so he just told it to me as a story."

"but."

The vice principal lowered his voice.

"I'm certain."

"The Hidden Gate, that group of hybrids from the Far East, they have inherited it to this day. The reason why they insist on hiding themselves."

"There must be a special reason."

"for example."

Angers answered firmly.

"Keeping a secret."

The two looked at each other and saw a similar look in each other's eyes.

This requires no proof; it can be concluded with a little reasoning.

Such a powerful organization hides itself tightly, even staying the same for thousands of years. Unless it has some kind of mission as heavy as a mountain, it should never be like this.

So, today in the 21st century, with only four years left to usher in the end, what secret could be heavier than the end of the world?

"The time has come, maybe it's time for them to be born too."

Angers said.

"Old man, are you saying that Lu Mingfei was the one chosen by the Hidden Sect?"

"Who knows."

Angers took back the folding knife and showed a relaxed smile.

"It's just that I need to remind you, my friend."

"Do you know what our S-class calls his battle memory?"

Ange said the word softly, but it was as heavy as a stone.

"Wu."

The vice-chancellor shook the whiskey at the bottom of the bottle.

"What a memorable word."

Angers has already turned around. There will be a concert waiting for him in Vienna in three hours. The black Gulfstream G550 is already on the runway. Angers can even hear the loud roar of the engine. It’s really exciting, isn’t it? ?

"I will ask someone to come over and have a good chat with our S-class."

"who?"

"Yeah, just in time."

Angers laughed happily.

"An S-class high school alumnus is on a mission in China. Let him drop by and give our S-class pre-school tutoring."

"Don't you plan to spend three months observing this child?"

"No more."

Angers said.

"He is a true S-class."

The vice-principal pressed his temples in thought, and when Angers was about to go out, he spoke slowly.

"That student, I remember, is called Chu Zihang."

"It's surprising that you still remember the new student's name."