Chapter 1033

To avoid the mother dragon fainting back and forth, Silver Coin stopped talking about how much extra money to charge and quickly cleared the way.

Ang stepped forward and pressed both hands onto the dragon egg. Soon, surging power poured into the egg, illuminating it so clearly that every detail was visible, just like holding an egg up to a bright light to see the shadow inside.

A shadow of a young dragon could be seen cast against the eggshell, listless and gasping for breath, lying limply inside; the sight was enough to make anyone's heart ache.

Oh no. Silver Coin's heart skipped a beat. He turned to look at Liliana and, sure enough, saw the mother dragon, who had just opened her eyes, take one look at the scene, roll her eyes back, and faint again.

Silver Coin and Arafat, who was supporting the mother dragon's head with his back, exchanged a glance. Silver Coin whispered, "Shall we treat it together?"

Arafat hesitated. "Can it be treated? I've already found healers for it, but none could find the cause. I've searched through all our bloodline memories and couldn't find a similar case. Can it really be treated?"

Silver Coin rubbed his hands together with a simple, honest expression. "Hehe, then you've found the right person. There's nothing we can't treat, whether it's dead or alive. However..."

By the time he finished, a 'troubled' expression had appeared on Silver Coin's face.

Arafat understood in a split second. "Need more money? No problem. If you can cure her ailment, you can take everything I have."

Liliana, on his back, happened to wake up just then. Hearing his words, she was moved to wrap her neck around him and affectionately nuzzle his face.

Just then, the rest of the watching dragons let out a gasp in unison: "Eh—"

Inside the egg, the silhouette of the young dragon had actually started to move. It exerted effort to spread its fleshy wings, revealing several holes in the shadows of the wings, and some of its claws had withered away.

These were the marks of decay. Decay always starts from the weakest points, and for a dragon corpse, the fleshy wings are the first to rot.

Yet at this moment, these holes and withered areas were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The young dragon was clearly startled by this, instantly becoming much more spirited, and let out a weak cry: "Daddy, Mommy, what is this... it's so warm and comfortable... it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Although still in the egg, the young dragon was actually five hundred years old and had long been able to speak. This was precisely what made the "stuck egg" situation so unbearable for dragons.

If it were just an egg without consciousness, if it went bad, so be it; at worst, they could just lay another. But after painstakingly nurturing a dragon egg for five hundred years, it had already possessed consciousness for the last three hundred.

If you touch the shell, it will follow your hand as it moves; if you call its name, it will respond with whimpers. Once it learns to speak, it will occasionally ask you to kiss, hug, and lift it high. Then, after five hundred years of this, it gets stuck in the egg, crying over and over, "It hurts, I'm so tired, I'm suffering," until it dies.

This is the period during which most male and female dragons go mad, so usually in such situations, the parents are kept far away to prevent them from losing their minds.

Arafat and Liliana had been suffering this torture for a long time. Now, suddenly hearing the young dragon cry out "It's so comfortable"? Heavens, they would truly sell every scrap they owned to trade for this moment.

With this groundwork laid, when Ang avoided the nerves and pierced the shell to inject the essence fluid, none of the dragons blocked him; they just watched with rapt attention.

An egg gets stuck because part of the nervous system is still attached to the shell, but the reason the young dragon dies is that the nutrients inside have been exhausted—it starves to death. Therefore, as long as sufficient nutrients are provided, the young dragon can continue to develop until the nervous system is fully formed, at which point it can break out of the shell.

This process has only two difficulties. First is the appropriate nutrient; ordinary food certainly won't work, and anything that can rot is forbidden. The only suitable thing seems to be the essence fluid.

Second, when injecting the essence fluid, the opening must not rot, otherwise the egg will still spoil. Thus, the Purification Spell became the most suitable method for disinfection.

Because they couldn't solve these two key points, the dragon race of the main plane had never been able to resolve the stuck egg problem. It wasn't until Brusque met Ang that he originally intended to cultivate a young dragon's body, like Gris's rebirth, but he hadn't expected Ang's solution to be even simpler.

With sufficient nutrients and the injection port thoroughly disinfected and sealed, the next step was just to wait.

However, the dragons had already swarmed over; being able to solve the stuck egg problem made him the most noble benefactor of the dragon race.

Silver Coin and Anthony naturally stepped forward to handle the dragons' enthusiasm. Anthony floated up, radiating holy light, and quickly took control of the scene.

Off to the side, Gris whispered, "Ang, is the young dragon in the egg a Crystal Scale?"

Ang shook his head. "White Dragon."

"A White Dragon? The same kind of White Dragon as Olig and the others?" Gris was shocked.

Ang nodded.

"How could a White Dragon turn into a Crystal Dragon? Could it really be as Anthony guessed, that someone plated it from behind?" Gris muttered.

He quickly relayed this discovery to Anthony, asking him to find an opportunity to inquire. It didn't take long to get the answer.

Arafat said, "Every young dragon of our Crystal Dragon race must be sent to the Transformation Pool upon hatching to undergo a transformation, shedding old scales and replacing them with new ones, before they can become Crystal Dragons."

"They have to undergo a transformation? Is it dangerous?" Anthony asked.

"There's no danger in that. There has never been an example of a Crystal Dragon dying because of the transformation, so it's very safe," Arafat said.

"Since it's so safe, would it be convenient to let us see it? No other meaning, mainly just too curious. It's our first time seeing a dragon species that requires transformation, and we'd like to broaden our horizons," Anthony said curiously.

Arafat hesitated for a moment and looked at his other companions in a dilemma. Most of the other dragons looked indifferent, and no one objected, so Arafat nodded and said, "Alright, I'll take you to see it."

Liliana immediately volunteered, "Let's go, this way. I'll take you to see it. The Transformation Pool is a huge lake full of transparent crystals, very beautiful. As long as there is a glimmer of light, the entire lake will shimmer with seven-colored radiance. But you must be careful not to fall into the lake, otherwise those crystals will stick to your skin. If you accidentally transform into Crystal People, that would be troublesome."

Anthony and Gris exchanged a startled look. How was this different from their guesses? They had originally guessed whether someone had mastered Ang's crystal-plating technique, but it sounded completely different. A lake full of crystals? Sticking to the skin?

Following Liliana deep into the cavern, they twisted and turned until they quickly arrived at a pitch-black space. Almost as soon as they entered this space, Ang felt a stir in his heart, and the little ghost emerged directly from Ang's finger.

Sure enough, it only took a glimmer of light for the entire lake to shimmer with seven-colored radiance.

Ang, however, said, "It's scared."

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