From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The silver-white dragon egg kept shaking, and the scales on its shell unfolded, releasing a strange aura that gradually permeated the area, causing a gradual transformation of the environment.

"Hmm?"

As a faint spiritual luminescence dispersed, Byrne looked down to raise his arm and could see his sleeve being infused by an invisible peculiar force, starting to emit a blue glow.

"A very peculiar power, I can feel the surroundings undergoing drastic changes."

Byrne gazed at the silver-white dragon egg, acutely aware of its distinctiveness—its birth was even more exceptional than what was described in books about the birth of giant dragons.

"Many books have written about the moment a giant dragon is born, they consume their eggshells for nutrients and eat a large amount of meat, then they go into a sleep. Only a very few dragons cause environmental changes upon their birth."

"But most involve elements like flames, lightning, etc. A situation like this is completely unprecedented... The air around is filled with spirituality, as if the real world is drawing closer to the Spirit Realm."

Finally, the silver eggshell cracked.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded before them. Byrne and Theo, however, did not see any dragon hatchling inside; the silver dragon egg seemed to be nothing but a hollow shell.

"Eh?"

"What's going on?"

Both were astonished and then saw a silvery-white liquid slowly flow out from the eggshell, enveloping the entire silver-white dragon egg, slowly beginning to consume it.

"Is that thing a dragon?"

Theo's face was filled with shock, unable to believe that such a silvery-white liquid was a dragon hatchling.

Byrne, with a guarded furrow of his brow, cautiously summoned a body double to step forward slowly, "Byrne's double" extended a hand.

The silver-white liquid, having finished engulfing the eggshell, moved slowly and eventually settled into his hand.

Over time, the silver-white fluid writhed and changed, finally taking the form of a silver-white dragon hatchling the size of a small dog, resting on the "double" Byrne.

Theo had prepared lots of meat, but the silver-white hatchling completely ignored it, clearly a little one with a mind of its own.

It just lay silently on the "double," slowly drawing the spiritual power that was emanating from it.

"It doesn't eat meat but feeds on spirituality?"

Byrne couldn't help but marvel, surprised that it was a dragon that fed on spiritual power, something unprecedented in all books on dragons.

"It's clearly a very special entity, and it harbors no malice toward us—it's the 'luck' of the Fischer family."

"The beings of Spirit Realm are filled with wonders and have endless possibilities. Perhaps it really is what they call a 'Spiritual Dragon'."

Byrne was relieved, grateful that Chris had not eaten it!

The little one was very beautiful.

The silver-white dragon hatchling was covered in glistening scales, exuding a luster almost gem-like, its body fully transitioning from liquid to solid form.

Its slender body, illuminated with the brilliance of wisdom in its youthful eyes, seemed as innocent as a human child, its silver-white wings shimmering with a crystal-clear radiance, as if inlaid with countless tiny diamonds.

Byrne's heart was filled with immense joy, and even had a strong premonition that as long as the silver-white hatchling kept growing, someday it would reach the Monarch powerful expert level!

There are very few top-tier powerful experts at the Monarch Level, and each is extremely important, having the power to alter the layout of a region.

They kept the silver-white dragon hatchling in the basement, taking turns nurturing it with spiritual power.

Byrne had ordered, the matter regarding the hatchling was to be kept in utmost secrecy, not to be disclosed to any outsider and treated as a secret as pivotal as the Power of Consecution.

"This silver-white hatchling, the Spiritual Dragon from the Spirit Realm, may not be a dragon indigenous to the Claud World. The existing records about dragons in books, I'm afraid, might not be applicable to it."

"In the future, it might grow to a level of awe!"

"What a shame."

Byrne couldn't help but lament that he probably wouldn't see it reach adulthood himself, leaving it to the descendants of the Fischer family to witness the might possessed by the Spiritual Dragon.

"The Fischer family will continue through the generations, succeeding one after another, from young saplings to towering trees and even dense forests. One day will inevitably come, and the person to witness it all does not need to be me."

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Rumors that the patriarch of the Fischer family carried the bloodline of the Romann family spread across the entire East Coast in just a year.

The wagon wheels kept turning, making noises as Byrne sat tranquilly in the black carriage, not at all surprised by the rumors about the special relationship between his family and the Romann family, and very satisfied with the current situation.

"As long as the Romann family doesn't come forward to deny it, the truth doesn't matter anymore."

He had long sensed Viscount Garcia's growing intent to kill, so to buy time, he decided to use "Black Eyes" to spread false information.

Even though the exact reasons were unclear, Viscount Bast could indeed influence "Black Eyes," and so the two conspired to concoct rumors.

Byrne increasingly felt that Viscount Bast had extensive connections. He held a position in both the Alchemy Council and the covert organization Black Eyes.

"Even though he might not be as skilled as 'Black Hawk' Zavier in managing family and domain, he possesses terrifying connections and resources. Additionally, Viscount Bast's personal strength is formidable to the point where those who are not Monarch powerful experts might find him an insurmountable adversary."

But he also knew that his own experience was limited; the world was immeasurably vast, and there would always be Transmutation Level Extraordinary Exponents stronger than Bast.

"That 'Black Lion' also remains unseen before the world."

The carriage arrived at the street where Fischer Manor was located, yet instead of going home, he stopped at another residence nearby.

Today is Archibald's wedding, and the residence is the house that Archibald had built with his savings over the years, for himself and his wife.

He is now the Sergeant of the Fischer family, and many people in town respect Archibald greatly. There are also many who wish to marry their daughters to him.

The wife Archibald ended up marrying is a silver descendant, the young niece of the already deceased Aaron.

The marriage was decided by Byrne and Irene, with Archibald expressing agreement, whereas Aaron's niece could only submit to the arrangement.

With the short lifespan of the silver descendants, most other races are reluctant to intermarry with them. For Archibald, marrying a silver descendant was undoubtedly a sacrifice.

Even if his descendants would become more akin to mainstream humans, the lifespans of at least one or two generations would be significantly shortened.

One of Archibald's descendants would continue to marry within the silver descendants, perpetuating the racial traits of the silver descendants.

The offspring of the Blood Receivers would still be Blood Receivers. After taking the blood of the Fischer family, certain traits in their bloodline and the depths of their souls had been irrevocably changed.

This branch, as the Blood Receivers of the silver descendants, would dominate various affairs of the silver descendants clan in Nasir Town and might even further realize the dream that Aaron once had, to become the Great Elder of the Silver Descendants in the East Coast Province.

At the wedding banquet, Archibald and his wife approached Byrne to receive his blessing.

"You've finally arrived!"

Archibald said, beaming with joy.

Byrne smiled and nodded, saying, "Congratulations, Archibald. You must be faithful to your wife and make her happy."

"I can't believe that in the blink of an eye, you're no longer that young man."

"I wish for you both a happy future, free from the torment of sickness and any misfortune."

Archibald nodded repeatedly and immediately said, "I know, I've taken an oath to God, I will make her happy."

His wife gazed at Byrne for a while, then bowed her head respectfully and said,

"Your Excellency Bain, hello, thank you for your blessings."

Archibald's wife is a gentle and beautiful girl, quite short in stature, with looks that far surpass her husband's.

As a silver descendant, she is highly resistant to the marriage. While arranged marriages are normal in this era, and she does not resist that, she dislikes Archibald's race.

They always consider themselves noble, viewing outsiders as filthy in body and soul, much like beasts.

However, with the huge debt left by the deceased Aaron to the Fischer family, plus Byrne's plan to control the East Coast silver descendant clan, she had no choice but to marry Archibald.

Byrne's face is all smiles, yet deep inside he also realizes with resignation that advancing his Power of Consecution is becoming increasingly difficult.

Dealing with betrayals, threatening enemies, forming secret alliances, passing along false information, arranging family members' marriages—as the patriarch of the Fischer family, there were too many things to distract him.

At the banquet, Archibald drank a lot, to the point that he even felt somewhat befuddled. Thus, with the help of the servants, he staggered back to his room in a daze.

"From now on, I will also found a family!"

"Great! That's fantastic! I heard that Viscount Bast's grandfather was Duke Romann's father's guard. In the future, once the Fischer family becomes a top-tier major family, my child could be a viscount or something, ha ha!"

Drunk and elated, Archibald laughed loudly and long before he finally sighed and began to complain:

"Chris, why haven't you come back yet? Today is an important day in my life!"

Archibald still misses those days when he worked on "dark deeds" with Chris. Now, he is a superior to many soldiers, people who hold him in awe and respect, yet deep down, Archibald always feels bored.

He is well aware that Chris left the family to explore methods to advance to the 4th Rank.

That is currently the most important matter for the Fischer family. It's normal that he did not come back for his own wedding day. Archibald really shouldn't complain.

However, deep down, Archibald deeply longs for Chris to return.

Because, after all, Chris is his most important brother!

Just then, he vaguely saw a figure in his room and then opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Chris! Is it really you?"

Chris stood calmly in the corner of the room, silent, with nobody knowing how he had entered.

He calmly extended his hand, with a precious clear gemstone in his palm, a valuable gift for Archibald, worth a fortune.

"Congratulations."

Dumbfounded, Archibald muttered, "You finally came back. I almost thought you wouldn't. Chris, you really are my good brother! You were bound to come back!"

He broke out in laughter, his eyes brimming with tears.

Chris nodded, still silent.

He had returned, fortunately just in time for Archibald's wedding.

And it was also time for him to meet Byrne and his sister, Chris thought to himself.

In the year that he had left the family, he had made many attempts and had finally found a suspected method of advancing to the 4th Rank of the Path of Tranquility.

But Chris quickly realized that he could not complete the advancement ritual on his own in the short term; rather, he needed the resources of the entire family.