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Chapter 876 - 396: My Foolish Brother_2

"Good night, brother."

The sword light flashed, and blood spurted.

Kane’s corpse fell, the bloodline on his neck writhing like a living creature, then with a snap, it broke and dissipated into the air.

Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword, looked up toward the distant clock tower, then turned and left.

The clouds dispersed, the eclipse ended, and the silver radiance again fell upon the earth.

At the top of the clock tower, within the building’s shadow, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly closed.

"Indeed... an interesting prey..."

whispered, together with hundreds of bats flying into the night wind, all vanished.

......

The Morning Star Manor in Frost Iron City was shrouded in gloomy clouds.

Black veils hung in front of every window, and the servants walked quickly with their heads bowed, fearing they might disturb the master’s mourning.

In the manor’s main hall, Kane Morning Star’s body was laid in an Ice Crystal Coffin. His pale face was still frozen in the shock before his death, the fatal sword wound on his neck carefully sewn with silver thread, but the sword’s fierceness—the speed—it was too quick for him to even feel pain—was still visible.

Sheriff Horn took off his hat and bowed deeply to Aurelian Morning Star: "Your Grace, we have sealed off the Old City District of Silver Radiance City, all Thief’s Guild dens will be thoroughly investigated."

Ye Qingzhou stood beside Aurelian, the sleeve of his black robe embroidered with mourning silver patterns.

He lowered his eyelids, as if immersed in grief, but in truth coldly observed this farce.

"My son died in the filthy slums!"

Aurelian slammed his fist onto the oak table, immediately frosting the tabletop: "Are the entire sheriff’s hall worthless?"

Horn’s forehead shimmered with cold sweat: "There are traces of Shadow Magic at the scene, it’s likely to be the work of the Thief’s Guild’s ’Blood Vulture’..."

"Blood Vulture?"

Mother Serena suddenly looked up, her ice-blue eyes sharp as a knife: "An Intermediate Assassin could kill an Intermediate Dragon Knight with Morning Star Bloodline?"

Ye Qingzhou’s fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

"According to the investigation..."

Horn wiped his sweat and handed over the parchment: "Lord Kane recently... secretly contacted the Black Market."

The hall suddenly fell silent.

Aurelian grabbed the dossier, clearly recorded:

Three days before the eclipse, Kane disguised himself and spent at the Rusted Iron Tavern

Rumors of ’noble patricide’ circulated within the Thief’s Guild

Blood Vulture’s corpse found in a dead-end alley, wounds retaining Dragon Flame Qi

"This fool!"

Aurelian threw the dossier to the ground, the Ice Crystal Coffin shattered in response: "He actually planned to murder his own brother?!"

Ye Qingzhou timely revealed a shocked expression: "Father, this is impossible..."

"The evidence is irrefutable!"

Serena picked up the dossier, fingers froze as she touched a line of handwriting—that was Kane’s purchase record for "Dragon Blood Poison". She deeply glanced at her second son but said nothing.

Sister Elise suddenly burst into tears: "So, he went to the Old City District alone... to silence the witness?"

Thus, the perfect logical loop was thoroughly formed.

All clues Kane cleared up now became ironclad evidence of his own crime, while Ye Qingzhou successfully excluded himself.

At dusk after the funeral, Aurelian stopped Ye Qingzhou in front of the Dragon Stable.

"Kane’s mount..."

He pushed open the heavy iron door, a wave of heat rushed forward: "Now it belongs to you."

The Blazing Flame Flying Dragon, standing as tall as three floors, was bound by seven Profound Iron Chains, its scarlet scales flowing with lava-like brilliance.

When it saw Ye Qingzhou, it suddenly erupted in rage, spewing out a pillar of fire—this beast remembered the Sword Qi that killed its master.

"But it only obeys the strong."

Aurelian tossed the Dragon Crystal Key to Ye Qingzhou: "You must tame it yourself."

Elise hurried forward: "Father! Laine hasn’t learned the Dragon Language Contract yet..."

"Unnecessary."

Ye Qingzhou smiled lightly and stopped his sister: "This is my trial, I must complete it personally."

Aurelian’s eyes flashed with gratification. Though he had lost his eldest son, the steadiness and confidence demonstrated by his second son was precisely what the family needed most.

That night, Ye Qingzhou stood alone in the center of the Dragon Stable.

"I know you recognize me."

He let the Dragon Flame skim past his hair: "But you should recognize this."

A wisp of Sun Divine Flame ignited in his palm. The Blazing Flame Flying Dragon’s pupils suddenly constricted—this was a fire more advanced than Dragon Breath.

"Choose."

Ye Qingzhou inserted the key into the chain: "Serve me, or else..."

As the chain shattered, the dragon did not attack. It lowered its head slowly, placing its ferocious skull at the feet of the young man.

Aurelian, watching from the shadows, finally turned and left, saying to his wife hidden in the darkness: "Prepare for the awakening ceremony of the Sun Bloodline. The Morning Star Family... It’s time to rise to the top of the kingdom."

Ye Qingzhou stroked the Dragon Scale, yet his gaze was fixed upon the starry sky.

The blood line from Kane’s broken neck, the curse seal hidden in his father’s cuff, his mother’s meaningful glance—perhaps the family suspected him as the murderer.

But family interests outweigh everything. Kane was already dead, and he brought this upon himself. Therefore, regardless of whether it was Aurelian or Serena, they would turn a blind eye to this matter—they couldn’t lose a second son.

Moreover, Ye Qingzhou, whether in talent or personal strength, far surpassed Kane. He was the most suitable to inherit the family legacy.

Though ruthless, this is the survival law of the Northern Territory—only the strong can survive.

......

The morning at Silver Radiance Royal Knight Academy was shattered by the dragon’s roar.

When the Blazing Flame Flying Dragon with a wing span of twenty meters swept past the clock tower, the entire campus erupted. Students swarmed out from dormitories, training grounds, and libraries, looking up at the massive creature with flashing crimson scales slowly descending upon the Central Square.

"That’s... Kane’s dragon!"

"How is it in Laine’s hands?"

Amidst the murmuring whispers, Ye Qingzhou jumped down from the dragon’s back.

He was still dressed in a plain academy uniform, but his left chest was adorned with the Silver Sword Badge of the direct heir to the Morning Star Family.

The Blazing Flame Flying Dragon lowered its head and gently nuzzled his shoulder, silencing all doubts.

In the crowd, Dietrich Von Klaus remained pale, his breakfast bread dropped to the ground, unnoticed, as creamy stains sullied his shiny boots.

"Kane is dead..."

He shivered as he stepped back: "Then last night, Gray Owl and the others..."

On the edge of the training ground at noon, Sirius Lanyi listened with a frown to Dietrich’s laments.

"So you sent people to aid the murder, and now you’re afraid of being silenced?"

The silver-haired youth’s fingertips sparked with electricity: "Foolish."

"But I am the last pure blood of the Lanyi branch!"

Dietrich grabbed his sleeve: "For the sake of the Patriarch—"

Sirius shook off his hand and strode toward Ye Qingzhou, who was feeding the dragon. The crowd parted like a tide, leaving a ten-meter-wide clearing.

"Rein."

Sirius’s voice carried the pressure of impending storm: "Dietrich has returned to the main family."

Ye Qingzhou tossed a piece of Starfall Steel to the giant dragon without turning his head: "So?"

"He’s mine."

As the dragon gnawed on metal with harsh sounds, Ye Qingzhou finally turned around.

He scrutinized Sirius’s tense jawline and suddenly smiled: "The ’Thunder Beak’ of the Lanyi Family, will you shelter this waste?"

The training ground fell into dead silence. Dietrich’s sword clanged to the ground.

Lightning surged in Sirius’s eyes. Already envious of the power of the Sun Bloodline, he was further enraged by the disdainful attitude.

"I demand you take back those words."

He drew the "Flash Sword" from his waist, its blade entwined with dancing electricity: "Now."

Ye Qingzhou took a simple wooden sword from the weapons rack, casually flicking a sword flower: "Come together."

"You!"

"Beat me, and sparing his life isn’t impossible."

After saying this, Ye Qingzhou pointed the wooden sword to the ground, his gaze cold: "Lose, and get out of my sight."

In furious rage, Sirius ignored aristocratic etiquette, and the Flash Sword transformed into lightning aimed straight at the throat!

Determined, Dietrich also gritted his teeth and drew his sword, the Wind Step Bloodline allowing him to quickly flank Ye Qingzhou from behind for a pincer attack.

Pa~

The moment the wooden sword clashed with the Flash Sword, Sirius’s tiger mouth exploded.

In disbelief, he watched his legendary weapon slip from his grasp, embedding into an oak tree ten meters away, vibrating.

Dietrich’s ambush was even more ludicrous—his sword had barely extended halfway before Ye Qingzhou struck his wrist with the sword hilt, instantly numbing his entire arm!