Concealment Method (23)

The members of the Dragon-Worshiping Cult knew that their very existence could harm others. It was only natural that they were called a cult, and they themselves had no objection to it.

But just as there were many in this world who prayed to demons for power and wealth,

there were also many who joined the Dragon-Worshiping Cult to gain great power.

And those who bore dragon blood would never halt because of such "evil."

They would press onward.

"Forgive my rambling. When one gets old, one cannot help but grow sentimental."

Standing with Ian atop the cliff and gazing out at the distant lake, Elder Manyan stroked his beard, sorrow still lingering in his eyes.

Given that the old man was also a dragonblood bearer, the Dragon-Worshiping Cult member who had created this lake was most likely his ancestor.

He turned, sighing as he prepared to give Ian a few more pointers on the secret art of concealing one's aura.

But when Elder Manyan examined Ian and found no trace of dragonblood aura on him, he froze for several seconds.

"Wait..."

When it finally sank in, the old man completely lost his composure and sucked in a sharp breath. "You learned it?"

Ian looked up blankly. "Huh?"

Following the techniques Elder Manyan had described, he had analyzed the principles behind the Concealment Method. He realized that it was an independent Origin Seed, an enhanced and specialized version of the internalization type. It operated semi-automatically through the power of dragon blood, continuously condensing the gathered dragonblood Origin Matter onto a physical "Dragon Crystal" or "dragon bone."

He was familiar with this. He had mastered the technique of dismantling and re-condensing multiple Origin Seeds when he was eight. Moreover, his Ancient Dragon Core and Aether Crystal were, in every proper sense,