He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 807 To Capture the Dragon and Slay the God

The Dragon God-Slayer within his sea of ​​consciousness relished the tranquility. He meticulously concealed all outward aura, revealing not a single ripple, like an ancient behemoth lurking in an abyss, slumbering in boundless darkness. Only a faint, almost ethereal wisp of consciousness remained, gently tugging at the outside world like a spider's thread, sensing every subtle movement. He knew better than anyone that now was not the time to reveal himself; a rash attack would only alert the enemy. Thus, he calmly and steadily submerged himself, repeatedly refining his immense power, condensing it into ever-purifying and powerful essence, like compressed thunder, poised to unleash its full force. He waited, patiently awaiting the most opportune moment—once he struck, it would be like a thunderclap from the heavens, instantly shattering the peace of the world and unleashing a monstrous storm capable of overturning everything.

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains inhabited by the demon race, Little Fox's mother sat at a stone table in the center of her cave. She held a maple leaf that had just fallen from the cave ceiling between her fingers. The leaf was as red as a burning flame, but its edges were already slightly curled and brittle, carrying the desolation of autumn. She gazed at the golden leaves fluttering outside the cave, like countless butterflies with broken wings, swirling and fluttering down, layer upon layer covering the path leading to the cave entrance. Stepping on them, they were soft and crunchy. A lingering sense of loneliness permeated her expression, like the surface of a lake veiled in a thin mist, undisturbed by even the slightest ripple.

She slowly turned her head to look at the old fox sitting in the main seat, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance, the last syllable trembling slightly, as if afraid of being rejected: "Chieftain, I've been feeling uneasy lately, and I keep having restless dreams at night. I dream that Little Fox is being chased by wild cats in the mountains, and she's crying loudly in fear, while I feel like I'm nailed to the spot, unable to run fast no matter what... I miss my daughter, so I'll go to the city to see her for a day, and I'll come back immediately afterward, without delaying things in the mountains."

The old fox slowly stroked his white beard, which gleamed silvery-white in the dim light of the cave, as if weathered by the passage of time. A hint of warmth flashed in his cloudy eyes, followed by a hearty laugh that shook the cave ceiling, sending dust sprinkling down: "Go, go! A daughter grows up and is no longer under her mother's control. It's only natural for a mother to worry about her child. Go and come back soon, don't linger too long outside. Someone still needs to keep watch in the mountains. Just remember, things aren't as peaceful outside as they used to be. The relationship between humans and demons is very delicate, and the city is full of cunning people, all like foxes. Don't show your true colors easily, and don't use even a trace of your demonic power in front of others, lest you cause trouble—not only will you be in danger, but Little Fox will also be implicated, understand?"

Little Fox's mother nodded emphatically in agreement, her dejection instantly washed away by overwhelming joy. Her eyes shone like shattered stars, dazzlingly bright. Unable to contain her excitement, she stood up, but fearing the noise would displease the Ancestor, she forced herself to remain calm: "Thank you for your permission, Ancestor! I understand. I will return immediately after seeing Little Fox and will not linger for a moment longer!" The thought of seeing her daughter soon filled her with a flood of emotions—she wondered if Little Fox had been eating well, if she had grown taller, and if her fur was as smooth and glossy as before… She wished she could transform into a gust of wind and fly to her daughter's side immediately.

She hadn't expected the ancestor to agree so easily, and was both surprised and delighted. After bowing again, she quietly retreated to the cave entrance, preparing to leave.

The old fox waved his hand, saying nothing more. He slowly closed his eyes, and a faint, almost transparent demonic aura gradually enveloped him, like a thin veil, clearly indicating that he was about to devote himself to cultivation. The strength of the Dragon Clan was undeniable, and Long Si had been lingering in the mountains with Xiao Shuai for many days, their whereabouts shrouded in mystery. No one could predict what changes might occur in the future. This old fox also needed to exert more effort and gather more strength to stand up for his clan in this stormy situation.

At this moment, the one most preoccupied was undoubtedly Long Si. He stood beside a mountain stream brimming with spiritual energy, the water babbling, the mist rising, and the air filled with the fresh scent of grass, trees, and damp earth. He looked at the handsome young man standing ramrod straight beside him, his tone stern and devoid of warmth: "Remember, starting today, from dawn till dusk, follow me to practice breathing exercises; at noon, when the sun is high in the sky, practice strengthening your body and muscles; and at dusk, after sunset, study the profound mysteries of the cultivation techniques. You cannot slack off even a little. After all, the situation outside is still unclear. The more strength you have, the more confidence you will have to survive when trouble comes your way."

Xiao Shuai nodded vigorously, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had originally wanted to ask if cultivation would be very difficult, if it would be as tiring as chopping wood, but he was interrupted by Long Si's low shout.

"Shut up." Long Si's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the depths of the dense forest on the opposite bank of the mountain stream. The leaves there trembled slightly, even though there was no wind, as if something was moving through the branches and leaves. A faint, subtle fluctuation of aura, not belonging to the creatures of this place, emanated from them, deliberately concealed. "Someone's coming." His voice was extremely low, filled with undeniable vigilance. The air around him seemed to freeze instantly, even the babbling water seemed to become hesitant.

Xiao Shuai pursed his lips, remaining silent, and silently followed behind Long Si, his footsteps rustling softly on the leaf-strewn mountain path. Long Si's gaze swept across the mist-shrouded valley ahead, where the fog flowed like a veil, obscuring the bottomless ravines. He suddenly spoke, his voice low but carrying a force that pierced through the mist: "Come out. Aren't you tired of following me for so long?"

Xiao Shuai was taken aback by what he heard, and quickly followed Long Si's gaze to look around—he saw only rolling mountains, verdant peaks, and vegetation swaying in the wind. Apart from the rustling of leaves, there wasn't even a bird in sight. He scratched his head and looked at Long Si with a puzzled expression: "Master, where is anyone? Is the mountain wind too strong, and you misheard?"

Long Si merely smiled faintly, offering no further words. It was normal that Xiao Shuai, with his still shallow cultivation, couldn't sense the hidden aura. He slowly raised his hand and gently pushed a half-person-high gray boulder to the side. The seemingly casual movement carried an irresistible force. The boulder instantly detached from the ground, flying away with a whistling sound, like a gray lightning bolt, crashing into a dense forest twenty feet away.

"Oh!"

Unexpectedly, before the stone even reached the edge of the dense forest, it shattered into countless fragments in mid-air with a "crack," then turned into dust and fell to the ground without leaving a trace. Two figures slowly emerged from the forest, a young man and a young woman. The man wore a silver-white robe, its hem fluttering in the wind, and a lustrous jade pendant with a dragon pattern hung at his waist, gleaming faintly in the sunlight. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, as if they could see into people's hearts. The woman wore a light green dress, her long hair as black as ink cascading down her shoulders, her skin as white as snow, and a half-smile playing on her lips. She appeared gentle, but her eyes held a hint of aloofness.