Chapter 755 Tail Feather Transformation

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The two phoenixes, each elephant-sized, lay restrained on the ground, giving Liszt time to examine these creatures known as draconic beasts.

Dragonkin are mighty draconic creatures.

Theoretically considered second only to true dragons, yet Liszt felt their power, while notable, hardly justified calling them dragons' closest rivals. The gap was vast—like that between an ordinary knight and a Dragon Knight, or perhaps an impassable chasm.

No wonder even noble lords who weren't Dragon Knights sought to capture phoenixes in the mountains. Clearly, they understood dragonkin capabilities.

They knew these beasts had limited strength, making them viable targets.

Still, dragonkin boasted extraordinary traits. Their magic reached high-tier levels—remarkable when even an Archmage like Ache only attained that tier. Only dragons wielded super-magic.

"Their silhouette resembles a pheasant, with red-yellow plumage. The most magically dense area is the seven tail feathers, each about eleven feet long, colored deep fiery red—darker than their body feathers." He dictated while Ache recorded.

If only they had a camera; photographs would've been far more precise.

For now, they documented these wonders through sketches and descriptions.

"The head lacks the mythical phoenix crown—just a tuft of upright feathers, nothing extraordinary. The eyes gleam, radiating magic, and the beak curves sharply... Essentially a premium upgraded pheasant. I'll pluck a tail feather for examination."

He seized a feather and yanked. With a snap, it tore free from the phoenix's rear.

Strangely, once detached, the feather shrank rapidly—in moments becoming a twenty-centimeter fiery gem-like feather.

"This... This matches the phoenix feathers Marquis Merlin's delegation brought!" He handed it to Ache, then produced two more from his storage ring. "Look—isn't this peculiar? My ring already holds two identical phoenix feathers."

"Truly astonishing," Ache murmured. "The magic within condenses into unbreakable density."

"Let's give it another try." Liszt said as he plucked another Phoenix Feather, scrutinizing even the tiniest changes with Magic Eye.

It was a peculiar transformation, with high-potency fire magic undergoing a series of changes at the microscopic level.

But Magic Eye's vision still wasn't sharp enough.

Liszt handed the Phoenix Feather directly to Acheronides: "Hold onto this for now. Once I enter Dragon-Rider Mode and activate Dragon Eye Trajectory, you can pluck a new Phoenix Feather for me to observe closely!"

"Mm."

With a call,

Leo made a grand entrance, the flames of the Fire Dragon instantly suppressing the Phoenix's own scorching blaze on the ground, forcing it back into its body without even daring to emit smoke.

"Whoa there!"

Upon landing, Leo immediately wanted to eat the Phoenix.

But Liszt swiftly mounted him and stopped him in time: "Patience!" This was clearly a mated pair of Phoenixes—perhaps capturing and taming them could lead to breeding more in the future. It'd be a shame to eat them now. Moreover, he didn’t want Leo to be dominated by anyone but himself.

With Dragon Eye Trajectory activated,

Acheronides quickly used water manipulation to pluck another Phoenix Feather. The instantaneous changes were all captured within its vision, revealing everything down to the tiniest magic particles—their rearrangement followed some inexplicable pattern.

Liszt was deeply immersed but couldn't quite catch that fleeting insight: "Acheronides, pluck another one!" he ordered.

Moments later: "Pull one more."

"Pluck another one!"

"Pluck another one!"

"Keep plucking!"

"Don’t stop!"

"Pluck another one!"

"..."

Acheronides helplessly spread her hands: "Brother, both phoenixes' tail plumes have been completely stripped. There are no more to pluck."

"Uh..." Liszt was still unsatisfied. "Then pull feathers from their wings. Let’s see if they exhibit the same properties as the tail plumes."

The bare-bottomed phoenixes shot resentful glances at the duo and the dragon, powerless to resist the humiliation of being plucked.

However, the wing feathers showed no transformation, remaining as one-meter-long feathers. Neither the wing feathers nor those on the back, head, or belly underwent any changes. Only those seven tail plumes possessed those special properties.

Looking at the bedraggled phoenixes, now missing many feathers, and then at the sixteen Phoenix Feathers in Acheronides' hands, Liszt shook his head. "I’m on the verge of grasping the nature of the Phoenix Feathers... Never mind. Let’s record the information first and study it later."

"Grrrowl!"

Leo growled impatiently—he wanted to eat phoenix meat.

"Hmm?" Liszt, however, kept staring at the phoenixes. He noticed their life force was waning, not due to injuries but seemingly because their tail plumes had been plucked, leading to their vitality draining away.

Over the next ten minutes, no matter how Liszt and Acheronides tried to save them, the two phoenixes gradually weakened until they finally died.

All that remained were two phoenix carcasses, still brimming with magic power.

Though disappointed at failing to tame the phoenixes for sustainable harvesting, Liszt carefully prepared the carcasses. Following the intensity of magic power, he removed the phoenixes' eyes, beaks, talons, and feathers one by one. Just as he was about to store the remaining meat in his storage ring, Leo suddenly snatched a bite.

Then he flew aside and began wolfing down the meat.

Liszt was furious. "The nerve!"

Acheronides tried to mediate. "Brother, let Leo have some meat. He’s still growing."

"If it weren’t for you stopping me, I’d teach him a lesson today," Liszt grumbled, quickly storing the other phoenix carcass in his storage ring to prevent Leo from stealing it. "We’ll study the phoenix specimens later. What about the three phoenix eggs in the tree?"

With the phoenixes dead and no female to incubate the eggs, artificial incubation would likely be necessary.

Black Horse Island had sophisticated incubation methods, successfully hatching flamingo and mallard eggs. However, strict standards were required, and it had taken countless experiments to master them.

"Fine, let’s take them back first and figure out artificial incubation later." Liszt decided to remove the entire nest from the tree and store it in his storage ring.

Unhatched eggs could be safely stored in the gemstone space without losing viability—either because they hadn’t yet developed souls or because they could resist the gemstone space’s soul-suppressing properties. In any case, the storage ring wouldn’t harm them.

Just as the nest was stored, Leo suddenly let out a deep rumble, turning his head to stare into the darkness in a certain direction.

Sensing something, Liszt activated *Magic Eye* and followed Leo’s gaze.

Instantly, he spotted a bright, fiery glow outlining a small, infant-like form—undoubtedly a Grand Sprite!