He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 790 The Ancestor's Thoughts

Before long, the treetops outside the courtyard suddenly swayed, and a green shadow drifted into the courtyard like willow catkins, bringing with it a faint foxy odor as it landed. Xiao Shuai quickly walked into the hall, and was about to bow to the Fox Demon Ancestor when, before he could even utter the word "Ancestor," and before the Fox Demon Ancestor could even raise his hand to introduce him, Long Si had already teleported in front of him like a ghost.

With a loud bang, Long Si grabbed Xiao Shuai by the collar, lifting him half a foot off the ground with such force that Xiao Shuai's neck ached. Long Si's eyes were sharp as knives, his golden vertical pupils surging with suppressed rage, almost piercing through people: "Do you know where He Yuzhu is?"

Xiao Shuai was terrified by this sudden action, his legs kicking wildly in the air, his face turning deathly pale. He hurriedly looked at the fox demon patriarch in the main seat, his eyes full of pleading—the dragon clan patriarch's aura was too frightening, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment, how could he dare to say anything rash?

Long Si clearly had no patience to wait for him to recover, and increased the pressure on his hand, growling, "Speak!" His voice carried the unique pressure of the dragon clan, causing the candlelight in the hall to shake violently.

Seeing this, the fox demon patriarch slowly nodded and gestured to Xiao Shuai: "Tell the truth, there's no need to hide anything."

Xiao Shuai finally calmed himself down, swallowed hard, and recounted everything he knew—from He Yuzhu's appearance at the tavern in the east of the city yesterday to his subsequent departure with an old man in a gray cloth shirt heading south of the city, he didn't dare miss a single word he overheard. After finishing, he tightly shut his mouth, lowered his head even further, and dared not even breathe.

Just as the Fox Demon Ancestor was about to add a few words about He Yuzhu's fighting style, Long Si turned to look at him, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "He, come with me."

Although the fox demon patriarch was reluctant—Xiao Shuai was the most clever junior in the clan, and he might suffer under the tyrannical dragon clan leader—he dared not voice any objections in the face of absolute power and could only nod and agree: "Alright."

He looked at Xiao Shuai, who was still being carried, and instructed him in a deep voice: "You go with this Dragon Clan Chief to find He Yuzhu. Be smart on the way. Say what you should say, and don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Got it?"

Xiao Shuai nodded hurriedly, and was about to say "Don't worry, Ancestor" when Long Si grabbed his collar, turned around and left. His figure flashed and disappeared outside the hall, leaving only a "Lead the way" with a whooshing sound.

Almost the instant Long Si's figure completely disappeared, the demons in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. Many of the younger fox demons had their backs soaked with cold sweat. The oppressive aura of the dragon had made it difficult for them to even breathe. No one had expected the dragon clan to be so powerful; their mere presence was enough to make their legs go weak.

The fox demon patriarch waved his hand, his voice tinged with weariness: "Alright, go back and rest. Continue with what you were doing. There's no need to panic."

After all the clansmen had left and he was the only one left in the hall, the fox demon patriarch got up and went into the inner room, calling softly into the shadows, "Call Little Fox's mother."

Before long, a slender female fox demon walked in and bowed to him, saying, "Ancestor."

The fox demon patriarch sat on the couch, tapping his fingertips on the table, his gaze deep: "I ask you, are you sure that what you saw in the mountains outside the city that day was a dragon?"

Little Fox's mother knew this was no small matter and dared not hide anything. She quickly nodded and said, "That's right. We saw it clearly at the time. The scales shimmered with a bluish-gold hue under the moonlight, and the shape of the dragon horns was exactly the same as the dragon clan described in ancient books. However... after they entered that Misty Valley, they never came out again. We didn't dare to get close and only guarded outside the valley for half a day before returning."

The fox demon patriarch remained silent for a long while, his brows furrowed—the sudden appearance of the dragon clan and their apparent concern for He Yuzhu must have a hidden reason. He rubbed his temples and waved his hand: "I understand. You may leave now. This matter must not be made public."

The female fox demon withdrew in response, leaving only the fox demon patriarch in the inner room. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on his face as he gazed at the deep night outside the window, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

The fox demon patriarch sat on a thousand-year-old sandalwood chair, his fingertips twirling a string of gleaming white fox fangs. His gaze fell on the swaying paulownia leaves outside the window, a hint of barely perceptible worry in his eyes. He remained silent for a moment before turning to the little fox standing below, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Alright, those matters outside are no longer our fox clan's concern. Little fox, don't return to the barrier for now. Go and explore the human world. I've heard the autumn scenery in Jiangnan is in full bloom; the sights outside are far more interesting than staying cooped up in these mountains."

Although Xiao Li didn't understand, she could sense the deeper meaning in the ancestor's words and obediently replied, "Yes." The ancestor didn't say anything more, only waving his hand to dismiss her. Once he was alone in the hall, he slowly sighed—in fact, he had already learned of the commotion outside from the patrolling demons. The suddenly appearing powerful demonic aura and the faintly emanating dragon's oppressive aura both exuded extraordinary danger. Some things didn't need to be stated. He Yuzhu's ability to survive such a perilous situation meant he must possess some immense fortune; it was best to stay out of it.

On the other side, Xiao Shuai was still dizzy, his mind feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. He had only exchanged a few words about He Yuzhu in the Ancestral Hall when an invisible force swept him away and teleported him to this desolate place. The gravel under his feet hurt his soles, and he had no idea what had happened. He looked up at the young man in front of him, dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, and a cold sweat broke out on his back—this man's demonic aura was so thick it was almost impenetrable, and he even faintly carried the might of a dragon. His strength was even greater than that of his own ancestor, so he dared not utter a single word.

Long Si toyed with a dark jade pendant between his fingers, glancing at Xiao Shuai out of the corner of his eye, and said calmly, "Xiao Shuai, do you agree with what I said?"

The young man jumped up and quickly nodded and bowed, "What you say is certainly right, sir! But... I wonder what you need me for?"

Long Si raised his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his golden vertical pupils: "Do you know where He Yuzhu lives?"

Xiao Shuai's heart skipped a beat, realizing it was indeed for him. He had spent considerable effort investigating He Yuzhu's background, so he remembered everything clearly. He quickly replied, "Sir, He Yuzhu is from the North. He recently went to the South, supposedly for travel. But judging by the time, it's been so long; he should have returned to his hometown in the North by now. Where does Your Excellency intend to look for him first?"

Long Si smirked coldly: "No need to beat around the bush, let's go straight to his lair. I don't believe he can stay away from home forever. Then we can catch him like a turtle in a jar."