William Clark was struck by the Great Dragon Turtle Breathing Technique while unconscious, but instead woke up, just in time to hear Edward Clark saying, “Fine, as long as my brother can survive, I’ll go with you, cultivate dragon arts to become a Dragon Xuan, and be the body you use for reincarnation.”

Chapter 9: The Temptation of Arts and Martial Power

 “No…”

 William Clark struggled to get up, but his body was still tightly bound by metal locks. Speaking made his throat feel as if he had swallowed burning coals, and his voice came out hoarse and weak: “Let my sister go. I’ll be the body you use for reincarnation.”

 “What touching sibling affection.” Eric Carter grabbed Edward Clark’s arm and walked toward the door. “I’ll wait for you to recover, to exchange yourself for your sister. Remember, my name is Eric Carter! The people who found you know everything about me. You can find me through them.”

 “Brother…”

 “Edward Clark…”

 Separation is sometimes just that simple.

 Jack Carter leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head slightly, grinning wickedly. “Before I go, let me give you a word of advice: don’t get angry, don’t be furious. Anger without strength is meaningless.”

 At that moment, Edward Clark’s figure was dragged out of the room. In front of Eric Carter, her strength was as fragile as an ant.

 William Clark desperately tried to get up, to break free from the locks binding him, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t escape. He could only stare blankly at the door, watching helplessly as Edward Clark disappeared.

 “Eric Carter…Eric Carter…Eric Carter!”

 William Clark struggled with all his might, his muscles tensing, and the dragon fang on his chest began to emit a faint glow—a sign that the dark state was about to activate.

 Bang! William Clark’s body suddenly collapsed, powerless. At that moment, the Great Dragon Turtle Breathing Technique truly took effect. His injuries were too severe, and his body instinctively slipped into a deep sleep.

 Just before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard the voices of a man and a woman.

 “Did Eric Carter leave?”

 “Yeah, looks like we’re too late.”

 “It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t gone to calm those villagers, we definitely could have caught up to him this time!”

 “Calming and helping the villagers is also our duty.”

 “You… huh? There’s someone else here…”

 “What a strong scent of dragon blood! This… forty percent innate dragon blood?”

 “Impossible! …It’s true! Could this be a special dragon art developed by Eric Carter to stimulate dragon blood in humans?”

 “No way, this is clearly someone with forty percent innate dragon blood.”

 “How is that possible?”

 “I think it’s impossible too, but he’s right in front of us.”

 Charles Foster and Robert Foster encountered something strange—or rather, a strange person: a young man with forty percent innate dragon blood, sleeping.

 This was the result of being struck by Eric Carter’s unique Great Dragon Turtle Breathing Technique. Those affected by this dragon art have a special ability to recover while sleeping, and if buried in soil, snow, or underwater, they won’t suffocate. It’s also a special way to evade enemy pursuit.

 “Why?” Charles Foster looked at Robert Foster in confusion. “According to legend, Eric Carter, in pursuit of immortality, created a vicious living body possession reincarnation technique. With such excellent material, why would he give it up and leave it for us?”

 Robert Foster silently circled around William Clark in the room, observing carefully, then said, “Too badly injured to take away. The evil dragon still wants this body, so he deliberately left him here for us to take back and heal. Once he recovers…”

 “He’ll come to steal him!” Charles Foster suddenly realized. “That must be it.”

 “Steal?” Robert Foster shook his head with a wry smile. “He won’t steal—he’ll snatch. That’s Eric Carter’s style. Although the current top ten Dragon Dukes are all searching for the legendary dragon said to be sleeping beneath the earth, their goal is only to see the dragon once. But Eric Carter has always boasted that he’ll kill and eat the dragon, becoming the new Dragon God.”

 Charles Foster felt a chill run through her and couldn’t help but sigh. Every era has its madmen—why does this era seem to have so many more than the others?

 “If such a genius possessed this body, who in the Dragon Gate could suppress him? Maybe he really could become the eleventh Dragon Duke of this age.”

 Charles Foster instantly placed her hand on the hilt at her waist, staring at the sleeping William Clark with murderous intent in her eyes. “Kill him! Don’t give the evil dragon a chance!”

 Robert Foster raised a hand, tracing his index finger twice across the tip of his nose, feeling helpless toward his partner, the dragon warrior. She always thought in a completely straight line.

 “He hasn’t been possessed by Eric Carter yet, and this person has the most basic and outstanding qualities to become a Dragon Xuan.” Robert Foster looked at Charles Foster. “Can’t we accept him into the ranks of the Dragonborn and train him to become a Dragon Xuan?”