Healing System

Chapter 209 Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect (13)

"You." Michael pointed toward the strongest of them before stating,

"Take me with you."

Immediately, a hesitant look appeared on their faces as they turned to glance at one another.

However, when they looked back at him, they flinched—and, with resignation, agreed.

"Very well..." the strong drake replied before spreading out its wings, which were even smaller than Michael's.

With a flap of its wings, it flew up into the sky, the other drakes following along. Find exclusive stories on empire

And so was Michael.

His speed was incomparable to theirs; he had to slow down significantly just to match their pace, which he found quite odd.

'They are the same tier as me, and they were also born with wings, right? How are they so slow?'

Just a species difference—you're practically an abomination of both an angel and a demon, so that's that.

'Right, what else could I expect from you.' Michael clicked his tongue as their group began approaching a set of mountains with distinct features carved into them.

A single head of a dragon and a lot of miniature dragons—or perhaps even drakes—it was hard to tell.

But the most distinct part was the dragon's head, as there was a blue flame mysteriously shooting out of it.

Yet at the same time, no mana was being emitted from it, almost making it seem natural.

Michael decided he would take a peek at how it worked later. For now, he had to follow the others.

However, as he neared the ground, several other drakes appeared in his vision, most sharing the same expressions as the others: fear and shock, both in unison.

But none tried to get closer. Instead, they moved aside for both him and the group of drakes that had landed.

'Not many strong ones—Tier 2 at most.' Michael noted down in his mind as he took a few looks around.

Aside from the warrior group in front of him, the others were likely civilians.

"This way," the strong drake said, leading the way toward an opening in the mountain.

Just as Michael gazed in that direction, however, an intense wave of mana enveloped him—many times stronger than he had expected.

'That's above Tier 6, right?' he questioned, trying to hide the frown forming on his face.

That's a dragon from what I can feel, though it is a dying one, the system announced, its tone seemingly hinting at something.

The frown that had been on his face mere moments ago immediately disappeared, replaced by a grin.

'I see.'

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the mountain—and soon, the being inside of it.

And the being was indeed a dragon, one who was just slightly smaller than Fafnir.

Its scales were completely blue, the same as its eyes.

However, the fact that its life was soon coming to an end was obvious.

But that was only the case if Michael hadn't been around. Now, it would be completely different.

Noticing that the dragon wasn't even willing to give him a greeting aside from a side-eye, Michael decided to check its condition.

The Eyes of the Great Sage were immediately activated, and instantly, he could see the white world, followed by the dense mana of the dragon before him.

At the same time, he could also see some kind of clotting inside its arteries as well as its head.

The mana inside those clots was dense enough to dwarf even his own mana, yet if he wanted to reap the benefits, he had to figure something out.

"Meet our ancestor dragon, Krear... please don't cause any trouble," the strong drake pleaded before performing a bow toward the dragon. Along with its party, it left the cave, leaving only Michael and the dragon behind.

Since he did not want to drag things out by being mysterious, he decided to speak up first.

"Would you like to exchange information?"

The dragon looked down at him, not saying a word, yet its eyes displayed a gleam of curiosity.

"You tell me everything you know about the Golden Dragons. In exchange, I heal you. How does that sound?" Michael continued pushing, earning even more interest.

Until eventually, the dragon huffed and suddenly disappeared from his sight.

However, that was only the case for a moment, as he soon noticed a human-sized figure heading toward him.

It was the dragon, who had transformed similarly to Fafnir, maintaining all of its original strength.

But the question it asked was not related to his offer in the slightest.

"What is a human doing here?"

Noticing that he could not deny it in front of such a being, Michael merely shrugged in response. "I just happened to end up here."

Just as his words finished, he got another idea—one that seemed awfully convenient.

"You wouldn't happen to know about the Golden Dragon's Trials, would you?"

To his dismay, the dragon shook its head. "No. But I am interested in your earlier proposal."

"Great... Can I inject my mana into you?" Michael asked, just in case. Thankfully, the dragon seemed to gloss over the question it had asked previously.

With a faint nod, it sat down and faced its back toward him. "You may."

'System, do I just drain the mana out of those clots? Or am I digging too much into it?'

That is an option, yes, but make sure you do it meticulously. If you lose concentration, all that mana inside the dragon will burst back at you.

'Got it.' Michael took a deep breath and sent a sliver of his own mana inside the dragon.

Before long, he connected with the first clot—and, to his surprise, dispersing the mana was much easier than he had expected.

However, there was something else that was strange.

His Mana Purity was going up rapidly. From 385%, it increased to 393% in just a minute.

And from the looks of it, it wasn't stopping anytime soon.

A massive smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

'This is more of a reward than I expected.'