Hogg Drinks "Living Dragon Blood"

Back home, Hogg and Bolan sat facing each other. After their silence on the road, Hogg finally sorted out the current situation.

Everything else was secondary. The Baruch Clan had truly risen again. Whenever he thought of this, Hogg could not suppress his excitement.

Although this had been within his expectations, Hogg had not expected the day to come so quickly. His eldest son had brought him such an enormous surprise upon returning home, one so great that even he had been caught off guard.

Most importantly, both Level 9 magical beasts were dragons. According to the Baruch Clan's records, when a Dragonblood Warrior's bloodline did not meet the requirements, drinking living dragon blood could provide a chance for the bloodline to awaken!

Although the records stated that drinking Saint-level dragon blood gave a one hundred percent chance of awakening, there was still a possibility of failure with a Level 9 dragon.

As for the danger brought by drinking living dragon blood, Hogg believed that as long as there was even a one percent chance, he would try it. No one should forget that this world had always been ruled by the strong preying on the weak. If I hadn't been so weak, my wife, Lina, wouldn't have met with disaster. Hogg thought.

Seeing Hogg remain silent for so long, Bolan knew what Hogg was thinking. Although he had transmigrated here, he had read the original work when he had still been rather young in his previous life. Remembering the general course of events was already quite good. As for his mother in this life, even Bolan, a reincarnator, could do nothing.

After lunch, father and son changed into their noble attire before heading together to the Baruch Clan's Ancestral Hall. Hogg was preparing to offer comfort to the clan's ancestral spirits. After all, his clan had been dormant for far too long—so long that the entire Yulan Continent had nearly forgotten the prestige of the Dragonblood Warriors and the Baruch Clan. In the open space outside the Ancestral Hall, Bolan led Hogg to the two giant dragons before them, along with the Blue Heart Grass he had prepared in advance.

After all, the main purpose of this return had been to awaken Hogg's Dragonblood Warrior bloodline. Thus, Bolan had sold off all the magical beast cores in his possession except for the Level 9 Light Golden Tiger's core, earning a huge sum of money. Naturally, he went to purchase Blue Heart Grass.

As for the Mist Valley mentioned in the original work, Bolan felt that finding a tiny valley within such a vast Magical Beast Mountain Range was something only a chosen protagonist could do. Besides, that was his younger brother's opportunity, so he naturally would not steal it. Blue Heart Grass was all it was; having money meant he could buy it.

Having lived through hard times, Bolan now felt extremely inflated. Having money feels great. He was still savoring the thrill of spending lavishly in Chiyan City. The money from selling the magical beast cores had not only bought enough Blue Heart Grass, but more importantly, it had bought a Blood Garnet from the Supreme Plane of Hell, a treasure someone had treasured for a long time. Like Linley's Black Jade from the original work, it was a treasure from Hell. Bolan planned to forge this Blood Garnet into a longsword for himself, but since he had yet to find a suitable swordsmith, the matter had remained on hold.

At this moment, Bolan explained to Hogg the differences between using the two types of dragon blood and their future development paths. The Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon excelled especially in close combat. After transforming, it would look even more ferocious and cold-blooded than a standard Dragonblood Warrior transformation.

As for Silver Dragon blood, it would most likely awaken dragon wings, allowing one to experience flight ahead of time. The transformation would also appear far more noble and magnificent. It had to be said that Silver Dragons truly looked impressive.

After thinking it over, Hogg still chose the Silver Dragon. This showed just how important looks could be.

"It's not that you aren't good-looking. It's that this big sister is even better-looking! Look, even Master's father chose me over you!" Sally the Silver Dragon relentlessly mocked Leibulus, the Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon, from the side.

At this moment, Bolan took out a small wooden bucket and gestured for Sally to cut open a bit of her scales. Sally directly lifted a scale, and a drop of dragon blood shimmering with hazy radiance fell into the bucket before Hogg.

Though it was only a drop of blood, one had to remember that the Silver Dragon's winding body stretched a hundred meters long. Even a negligible drop of blood for the Silver Dragon was enough to fill the small bucket before Hogg to the brim.

Bolan then took out the Blue Heart Grass he carried with him and handed it to Hogg. "Father, after drinking the living dragon blood, you must remember to eat the Blue Heart Grass. Otherwise, with how tyrannical dragon blood is, it may burn you to death outright." Bolan spoke with concern.

The original work had said that drinking Blue Heart Grass together with living dragon blood could awaken one's bloodline, but that had been a fictional world. This was the real world now. If someone died, they were truly dead.

Yet unexpectedly, Hogg was remarkably open-minded. How many generations of his clan had felt disappointed because they could not awaken their bloodlines? His son had delivered this opportunity, one that countless people dreamed of, right to his side. If he gave up such a hard-won opportunity over a little danger, he would never forgive himself. Hogg thought this to himself.

Bolan watched as Hogg directly lifted the wooden bucket and drained the dragon blood in one gulp. He hurriedly reminded him, "Father, the Blue Heart Grass, quickly!" Without a second thought, Hogg swallowed the Blue Heart Grass in his hand, then quietly felt the changes caused by the dragon blood within his body.

The Silver Dragon and the Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon were also staring at Hogg, wanting to see what abilities this clan, hated to the bone by most dragons, truly possessed.

Seeing Hogg's expression suddenly change from its previous calmness, Bolan knew that the dragon blood in Hogg's body had taken effect.

Silver diamond-shaped dragon scales continuously grew from Hogg's body. Dragon horns belonging to a Silver Dragon sprouted from his head, while a small bulge rose on his back. The bulge continued to expand before finally bursting open, turning into two dragon wings four meters long. As his fingernails fell away and dragon claws grew in their place, Hogg also fainted. Lying on the ground, Hogg resembled a smaller Silver Dragon, yet his Momentum was not inferior in the slightest to the hundred-meter Silver Dragon beside him. After all, even before drinking living dragon blood, Hogg's physical body had already reached the level of a Level 7 warrior. Thus, after transforming, he radiated the Momentum of a Level 9 warrior. Bolan was not surprised in the least.

The two dragons beside him watched in astonishment. What a miraculous and terrifying bloodline. It seemed to have fused all of the Silver Dragon's advantages, raising his strength directly from Level 7 to Level 9. Even knowing that Bolan had been the same, the two dragons were still utterly shocked.