He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 887 The Dragon's God-Slaying Plan

Wang Ran watched the old man's retreating figure, his respect vanishing instantly, replaced by barely concealed annoyance. He waved his hand, dismissing his men, and stood alone, gazing at the mist-shrouded depths of the forest, his brow furrowed. That forest was like a gaping maw, swallowing up too many of his men, yet the dragon ball within was like a magnet, luring him closer.

Meanwhile, in the Misty Forest, towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, and the fog was so thick it was impossible to disperse. Long Shishen was staring at Long Jiao not far away. Her crimson scales shimmered faintly in the fog, and her tone was so flat that it revealed no emotion: "Take me to see your brother."

Long Jiao took a half step back warily, her sharp claws slightly extended, gleaming with a cold light, her eyes sharp as knives: "Let's make this clear first, what exactly do you want? My brother is recovering from his injuries and cannot be disturbed. I will not easily take you to see him. Don't think that just because you saved me once, you can boss us around."

Long Shishen's lips curled into a faint smile, which appeared somewhat blurred in the mist: "Aren't you overthinking this? I just want to say a few words to him about how to leave this forest and how to avoid the people outside who are blocking our way. I'll leave after that. Don't worry, this will benefit both you and him, and may even help you get out of your current predicament."

Long Jiao still didn't believe him, staring intently at him as if trying to find a flaw in his eyes: "Are you sure you're not lying to me? Those people outside are crazy about the Dragon Ball, and you're really going to help us like this? If you dare to play any tricks, I'll kill you even if it costs me my life!"

Dragon Godslayer simply smiled and offered no further explanation, as if everything was under his control.

Long Jiao hesitated for a moment, knowing full well that with Long Shishen's strength, if he truly wanted to attack her, he wouldn't need to waste his breath. Just now at the edge of the forest, he had simply waved his hand and blocked those people's bullets; his strength far surpassed hers. She gritted her teeth and finally relented: "Come with me. But you'd better remember your words. If you dare to harm my brother, I will not forgive you."

Having said that, he turned and flew towards the depths of the forest, his crimson figure weaving through the mist like a flowing flame. Dragon Godslayer followed closely behind, his black robes fluttering in the wind. The two figures quickly disappeared into the thick fog, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Long Shishen stood in the shadows at the cave entrance, the white mist swirling around him seemingly forced back three feet by the oppressive aura emanating from him, revealing a patch of dry, blue stone ground. He always had absolute confidence in his strength, his purplish-gold vertical pupils surging with an arrogant air of looking down upon the world—let alone the injured dragon siblings before him, even if they were at their peak, joining forces to unleash their dragon might, they might not be able to last a hundred moves against him. Therefore, facing Long Tian's wary and guarded demeanor, his face remained completely calm, even a faint hint of mockery playing on his lips, utterly disregarding the other's hostility.

Deep within a cave not far away, Long Tian sat cross-legged on a warm blue stone, recovering from his injuries. A corner of the hardest scale on his chest was missing, a faint trace of blood still visible at the break, and the surrounding scales trembled slightly from the surge of spiritual energy. Just as Long Shishen approached the cave entrance, he abruptly opened his eyes—the overwhelming aura was too piercing, like an invisible longsword tempered with ice, piercing the tranquility of the cave with a "whoosh," even causing the water droplets condensed on the rock walls to tumble down.

When Long Tian saw Long Shishen standing at the cave entrance and recognized the petite figure beside him as Long Jiao, he almost instantly staggered to his feet. Despite the aggravation of his chest wound, which caused him to groan in pain and cold sweat to trickle down his forehead, he still stared intently at Long Shishen, his golden vertical pupils burning with rage, his voice filled with undisguised hostility: "Speak, what do you want with me? Release my sister first!" His sharp claws snapped out, the gleaming tips pressing against the stone ground, even the scales on his body stood up slightly in extreme alertness, poised to pounce and fight to the death at any moment.

Long Shishen raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with impatience at being interrupted: "Are you sick?" He chuckled, his fingertips casually tracing the hem of his sleeve. "If I really wanted to lay a hand on her, do you think she'd still be standing here glaring at you?" He glanced at Long Jiao beside him, seeing her pursed lips and silent, and added, "I just have something to discuss with you. Otherwise, stop overthinking and wasting your energy."

Long Tian ignored his words and said urgently to Long Jiao, "Jiao Jiao, come here quickly and stand behind me!" He knew all too well the strength of Long Shishen. The ruthlessness with which that guy single-handedly defeated three elder disciples in the Dragon Clan's training grounds still made his heart tighten when he thought about it. He absolutely could not let his sister get too close to this demon god.

Long Jiao felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that her brother would definitely protect her. She immediately bypassed Long Shishen and ran quickly behind Long Tian, ​​only peeking out half her head, watching Long Shishen warily. Her little paws were still taut, her knuckles white, clearly she hadn't let her guard down.

Long Shishen watched quietly, neither interfering nor showing anger. He had plenty of patience; after all, what was about to be discussed concerned a much larger scheme he had been planning for years, and there was no need to waste time on such trivial matters of competitiveness. He simply stood there with his arms crossed, his purplish-gold pupils gleaming eerily in the dim light, like a beast lurking in the shadows, quietly waiting for its prey to lower its guard.

Seeing his sister safely behind him, Long Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief, the pain in his chest seeming to lessen somewhat. He turned his gaze back to Long Shishen, his voice hoarse from suppressing his anger: "Now you can tell me, what do you want from me? If you dare to lay a finger on Jiaojiao, I'll risk my life to drag you down with me!"

Long Shishen took a step forward. With that single step, the air in the cave seemed to instantly thicken, making even breathing difficult. "I know you are not well-liked in the Dragon Clan," he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a strange penetrating power. "Long Tian, ​​though you possess strength, you are deprived of cultivation resources and ostracized every year because you refuse to align yourself with the old, stubborn elders. Long Jiao is young and gentle, and is looked down upon everywhere in the clan; she isn't even given a decent cultivation spot." He paused, adding a precise, enticing tone, "If you are willing to cooperate with me, and I gain control of the Dragon Clan in the future, I will definitely grant you both higher status—Long Tian, ​​you will become the Grand Commander of the Dragon Clan, commanding ten thousand dragons; Long Jiao will become the Holy Maiden, revered by the entire clan. Then, those who once looked down on you will all kneel on the ground, looking up at you. How about it? Is this deal worthwhile?"