Lucky Riot And The Mystic Dragon

Lucky took a deep breath and stepped forward. He considered his words carefully before speaking to Magus Hemingway, "Honored Magus…"

"That's mystic aunt Brenda for you, little boy. Did your mystic dao professor truly not teach you this?" replied Magus Hemingway, before indicating Margot Frenzy, "No matter, take your cue from this pretty little dove. Step forward and take the test, no one here will embarrass you in my presence."

In Brenda Hemingway's mind, Kasino was hesitant because he didn't want Margot to see the difference between them. He was likely going to use his professor's name to weasel his way out of the test, but she wouldn't allow it. It was good for these two to see the difference between themselves early, cleanly eliminating any fantasies of this ambiguous relationship they seemed to share.

It would do this boy no good at all if Hur or Renzo Frenzy discovered this affair, after all.

Of course, if she knew Lucky Riot's true identity, then she would never think this way at all.

"Mystic aunt? Well, mystic aunt, I think it would be best to talk to the dean before… " Lucky Riot frowned and tried to articulate his prepared excuse out, but Magus Hemingway gave him no quarter to do so.

"Bother the dean over the mystic affinity test? Young man, we're waiting on you here. Let's begin."

"Sigh…" Lucky could only close is eyes in indignation. No matter. In his heart, he had already decided to shine brightly, regardless. What should come, will come, and what should not come would never arrive anyway.

The rest of the male students had looks of schadenfreude, annoying Lucky a lot. They were not yet tired of looking down on him and having their faces slapped. Instantly, Lucky Riot stopped resisting his fate and thought to himself resolutely, "Fine! Since they wish to treat me like I'm some trash, then let us show them who the real trash is. I can't even see anyone else in this class! Well, except Mags..."

Lucky pinched his index finger and squeezed out a drop of blood.

The Mysticism Revealing Pot suddenly started shaking fiercely, startling everyone, including Lucky, who took two steps back. The clear liquid instantly turned into bright and glowing scarlet-golden light!

Magus Hemingway was terrified by this reaction, as it was utterly unfamiliar to her. In153 years of living never once had she seen a phenomenon like this, and it even appeared from a commoner brat! She also felt her isolation barrier begin to tremble.

Who the hell was this kid in reality?

A primordial aura accompanied the terrifyingly tyrannical roar that was released from the pot. The phantom of ancient diamond scaled dragon rushed out, releasing a scarlet-golden light so blinding that no one could open their eyes to see the form of the dragon, other than Lucky himself and Margot who had divine blood. Even Magus Hemingway was unable to see it clearly. However, she was experienced enough to recognize the dragon's roar!

This was the roar of above the level of a true dragon!

"A member of the dragon clan… he's a member of the dragon clan…" Kenneth Royale was also familiar with the sound of a true dragon's roar, because of adventures abroad with his older brother and cousins. There was also a slight resonance with his own bloodline. His honored father had also taught him many things about the dragon clan, as they were loosely descended from a True Dragon lineage, the White Dragon. The Royal Family's ancestor was a Fey with a small percentage of true White Dragon blood.

Dragonblood was unique among fey because they are initially a divine race on their own. However, over the eons, their bloodlines became diluted due to their promiscuous natures. The females were fiercely loyal in love, but the males were born kings. To male dragons, every woman was born to serve them and b.a.r.e their children. Male True Dragons were somewhat chauvinistic towards all females outside of their own race.

Female True Dragons were simply too scary to not respect. They wouldn't tolerate it anyway.

For this reason, most dragons preferred to sleep with the women of different races, who were of weaker will power and would readily submit to their whims. Thus, many fey with true dragon blood were born across the lands. However, dragon blood was too powerful. Rather than taking on a human form, those with more than 15% True Dragon blood would all take on a more reptilian appearance. The more true dragon blood they possessed, the more they would resemble a dragon.

Thus, Kenneth Royale and even Magus Hemingway chose to believe that Lucky could only possess a small amount of true dragon blood since he still looked totally human, in spite of their shock. Merely, the dragon whose blood he inherited seemed to be a complete monster.

How could they possibly realize that his bloodline was that of a Divine Draconian, even more dazzling than a true dragon? Amenophis had told him that his race was the source of True Dragons!

From a certain point of view, all dragon kind was descended from his race.

Originally, Draconian Blood was only 33% of his blood. However, the purity of his triple bloodline was so perfect that two of them had nearly fused together flawlessly, accounting for 66% percent of his entire bloodline.

His human blood was actually the minority. He was a Fey through and through, in spite of appearances.

However, not even Lucky himself understood this fact. All he knew was that he was a so-called 'Divine Draconian,' and they were the ancestors of the dragon race. Apparently, he was even destined to have his own divine dragon as a life partner.

Lucky just wondered what his other two bloodlines were. Amenophis neglected to tell him this, although it was safe to assume that one of them was human blood. The bloodline of the fallen hero race.

The light from the pot dimmed down, and the crimson light started rotating like a whirlpool, as seven different streams of color condensed rapidly.

One layer.

Two layers...

Three layers…

Five layers…

Seven layers…

10 layers…

12 layers…

After the twelfth layer, the pot started trembling slowly. Brenda Hemingway's eyes grew large as she threw herself in front of the students and waved her wand, summoning a mystic light shield! As soon as the guard formed, the Mysticism Revealed Pot exploded! Wild seven-colored light chaotically surged all over until slowly fading away.

"LUCKY?!!!?" Margot Frenzy screamed like a scared kitten, wanting to jump forward to find him. Brenda Hemingway used her mystic force to push the little girl back. Margot instantly turned furious as her eyes became azure and cat-like, "Why didn't you grab him! Why would you leave him out there!"

"Tch," in reality Magus Hemingway already felt very guilty. She realized that she had utterly looked down on this child based on his background, or maybe she would have been more prepared. Was she really prejudice to this extent? Classism was truly dangerous. However, Magus Hemingway simply wasn't going to be able to protect everyone else if she forced her way to Kasino immediately to defend him. Now they had most likely lost a world-changing genius thanks to her bias, selfishness, and slow reactions.

That explosion was strong enough to kill an eighth level Hard Body Mystic Stage warrior.

Just as she was about to try and pacify Margot, she saw that although the child wasn't quite calm, she was smiling seductively with wild heat in her eyes. This made Magus Hemingway instantly uncomfortable. Why would Margot make such a face? Meanwhile, the rest of the students stared dumbfounded. The males were in shock and looked disturbed and half-amused, while the girls were staring wide-eyed with faces that looked like they would drip blood soon.

Upon turning around, Magus Hemmingway saw a very handsome and very n.a.k.e.d young man standing there holding a cracked and l.u.s.terless cauldron. Patches of his skin were black with soot, but his fine muscles and lean body were beautiful. That third leg hanging in front of him even managed to turn on the sprinkler system for Magus Hemingway's long-abandoned secret garden.

"It's… wow… so big," mumbled Nevara Mercy under her breath, staring intensely at Lucky's soldier who had reached a full salute, making everyone around more uncomfortable. This reaction was obviously due to the explosion of the cauldron, but who could have expected such an event?

"Really?" Lucky suddenly looked up from the cauldron at Nevara, who was staring down unblinkingly. It was as if she was hypnotized by something. Merely, Lucky didn't bother about that, as he figured she was looking at the cauldron in his hand.

He was pleasantly surprised that there wasn't a big commotion like he feared. At least, they weren't making gold out of his shit again. However, when Nevara's eyes raised and their eyes finally met, Nevara's face became so that hot she wanted to die. Lucky thought she was kind of cute, and responded obliviously, "Honestly, if you hold it, you'll probably think it should have been bigger in your hand! That's what I was just thinking."

Nevara nearly fainted, causing Lucky high alarm. He swiftly arrived at her side to catch her. When Nevara's hands and face landed against Lucky's b.a.r.e body, she instantly passed out.

"Lucky… Uhm… can… uh… dress… yeah, dress. You need… clothes." Margot Frenzy spoke like an idiot as she tried to explain to Lucky that he was n.a.k.e.d.

"Dress? What dress Mags, what are you… ah." Lucky finally felt a breeze in his lower region and glanced down. Aghast! How was he n.a.k.e.d? Lucky rushed like a frightened snake, blushing a bit, and hid directly behind Magus Hemingway, turning their bodies away from the class.

This made the magus highly uncomfortable. However, as the teacher, she was the only one here who could protect this boy. Besides, he was a boy. She dropped back a step, so she was blocking him better but suddenly felt something long, thick, and hot, touching her lower back. She froze and didn't know how to react for a full breath, as she could distinctly feel something thick and warm rubbing against her round b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s. She swayed her bum almost instinctively in disbelief that a man's d.i.c.k could actually be so huge. Meanwhile, the students just looked at her frozen appearance at a loss for what to do.

"Uh… Mystic Aunt? How were my results…" asked Lucky timidly in a whisper. This deep manly whisper, mixed with the close proximity and hot pole on her back, had officially cast a shadow in Brenda Hemingway's frozen maiden heart. Along with Aubrey and Nevara, who could no longer extricate their eyes from him. It was as if something about Lucky was drawing their attention like a delicious smell.

The three males all wore stoic faces, as they were waiting on this play to end.

"Your… results… HOLY SHIT YOUR RESULTS!" Brenda Hemingway was very fl.u.s.tered as she reached into her spatial purse and pulled out a set of Senior Student clothes, slamming them into Lucky's sturdy c.h.e.s.t. "Put these on, now!"

Lucky said nothing and got dressed, leaving Brenda a little disappointed for not enjoying more. Of course, Brenda felt as if she was losing her mind immediately after this thought. Even more so as she couldn't help but watch Lucky get dressed with her perception. Why was she becoming so attracted to this man who wasn't even a fraction of her age? It made no sense to the magus.

Of course, when she thought of that dragon's roar, she seemed to come to a realization.

'Could it be... a powerful Glamour? Could he really have a pure true dragon bloodline? No, that doesn't seem right...'

True Dragons were beings of supreme Yang. Male dragons naturally released yang essence pheromones from their pores. This made females, especially v.i.r.g.i.n women, irrationally attracted to them due to the primordial yin in their bodies, which would invariably be reacting to the robust yang pheromones.

Magus Hemingway knew that this heat in her started when she sensed the robust vitality in Lucky's drop of blood and allowed her perception to investigate. However, in return, all she received were strange thoughts and bodily reactions. She didn't dare to probe this boy again, or she may pounce on him and eat him up.

"Ka… Kasino R, Riot, uhm. Great Pluto, it is a bit hot in here." Magus Hemingway took a moment to calm her unsettled heart, "Let's see… Fey Blood, Seven-Attributed veins, my lord. Maybe top tier divine circuits? Goodness… mystic nephew, I… I don't know how to grade you at all. I think… we should just leave it up to the dean."

"…" Lucky was completely speechless. Did this count as worrying for nothing? He wondered how Shreya Endless would feel to know that this was the result of showing off his talent.