socalfunplaces Chapter 847 Long Tian is Discovered
Chapter 847 Long Tian is Discovered
The fourth brother mumbled a "Yes," but his mind was filled with growing unease. The sect leader's tone and gaze had been strangely unfamiliar, completely unlike the usually gentle yet decisive sect leader. But what did this have to do with him? The sect leader had his reasons; he only needed to follow them. With that thought, he bowed and left, his steps carrying a hint of unfathomable bewilderment.
After the fourth brother left, Long Shishen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He cautiously scanned his surroundings to make sure no one was watching before turning around and walking quickly toward the inner courtyard. Now that his father was safe and sound, he should go back to take care of his own affairs. He didn't need He Yuzhu's body for the time being.
Not long after, He Yuzhu's consciousness gradually returned, as if waking from a chaotic dream. He rubbed his heavy temples, staring blankly at Lao Si's departing figure, his mind a complete blank: How did he end up standing here? What did Lao Si say when he came over? Why couldn't he remember anything about it?
He opened his mouth, intending to call out to the fourth brother to ask for clarification, but the other's figure had already turned the corner of the corridor and disappeared. He Yuzhu sighed softly, feeling that his mind had been increasingly malfunctioning lately, with occasional moments of blankness, as if a piece of memory had been forcibly ripped away. He shook his head, suppressing his doubts for the time being, and turned to walk towards the pharmacy—he'd better prepare the medicine he needed to grind today first; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to remember anything else anyway.
Long Tian gazed at the distant, mist-shrouded mountains, their peaks hidden in the white fog like ink blots spread on rice paper. His brow furrowed, his knuckles white from gripping his hands, and he said impatiently to Long Jiao beside him, "Alright, stop looking so gloomy. Although we don't know where Long Si and that fox cub have run off to, those human cultivators have a nose better than hunting dogs. If we follow the demonic trail, we'll find their location sooner or later."
Long Jiao clutched the hem of her dress, her fingertips turning white, the fabric creased with deep wrinkles. She looked at Long Tian, her voice filled with barely suppressed urgency: "But our mission was to keep an eye on Long Si and prevent him from colluding with the humans. Now that we've lost him, the mission is essentially unfinished! How are we going to explain this to the clan elders? They've already warned us that if anything goes wrong this time, we two..."
"How should I know?" Long Tian scratched his head in frustration, his hair disheveled like straw. He kicked a nearby rock with a "bang," sending pebbles flying and creating several shallow craters in the ground. "That kid Long Si is as slippery as an eel. He vanished while we were dealing with the human rogue cultivators. And Long Shishen, we agreed to split up, but now we can't even sense his presence. We haven't seen him alive or dead. Could he have been captured by the humans and skinned alive?"
Long Jiao's face paled even more, her lips trembled, and her voice shook: "What are we going to do now? You know how strict the clan rules are! This trial is about whether we can be promoted to guardian dragons. If we fail, the higher-ups will definitely think we're useless, and the trial will be a complete failure—then, we losers will just be thrown out as expendable pawns to be slaughtered! You saw what happened to those who didn't pass the trial last year..."
The two were frantically pacing around the cave, the loose stones crunching under their feet. They were discussing whether to return to their clan to report when suddenly a series of chaotic footsteps sounded outside, like dozens of boots grinding across the ground. They, who had been hiding in the cave, instantly sensed several unfamiliar auras surging towards them—a mixture of malevolent and greedy spiritual energy characteristic of human cultivators. These people had clearly come for the lingering demonic energy of Long Si, but hadn't expected to find themselves here by chance.
The leader was not the Ye family head he had fought before, but Huang Tian, the Huang family head, dressed in brocade robes with a sinister expression. A jade pendant hung from his waist, and he toyed with a jade plaque engraved with the character "Huang" in his hand. His eyes, like those of a hawk, greedily swept across the cave entrance as he asked his disciples behind him in a sinister tone, "Are you sure this is the place? The dragon aura I sensed earlier was in this cave?"
The disciple beside him hurriedly nodded and bowed, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "The patriarch is wise, there's no mistake! That's the dragon clan's hiding place inside, the demonic energy is so thick it's impossible to dispel, we could even faintly hear the roar of dragons just now!"
Long Tian and Long Jiao exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute determination in each other's eyes—there was no escaping it. They simply unleashed their dragon energy and emerged from the cave one after the other. When Long Tian transformed into human form, a few dragon scales still clung to his green robe; Long Jiao's long hair was disheveled, faint dragon markings adorned the corners of her eyes, and a faint purple mist swirled around her.
Huang Tian was stunned when he saw that it was a male and a female dragon who came out, instead of Long Si who was accompanied by a fox as he had expected. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had clearly sensed one dragon aura, so how could there be two? Had he miscalculated?
But he quickly suppressed his doubts, a greedy smile playing on his lips, his hands trembling slightly beneath his brocade robe. Whether it was one or two, as long as they were dragons, they might possess clues to the Dragon Pearl! He had personally led the team this time to seize the Dragon Pearl, hoping to break through his bottleneck and advance to the Nascent Soul stage; how could he possibly let this opportunity slip by?
Before Huang Tian could speak, Long Tian saw through the hostility in his eyes and shouted, "Huang family cultivator, how dare you run wild in my Dragon Clan's territory! You're courting death!" Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of azure light and rushed forward. His dragon claws suddenly grew larger and, with a sharp whistling sound, rushed straight at Huang Tian's face. The cold light at the tips of his claws could reflect a person's image.
Long Jiao was equally ruthless. A faint purple dragon aura emanated from her body, wrapping around her arms like silk. With a flick of her long tail, she whipped up pebbles from the ground, sending fist-sized stones raining down on the Huang family disciples with tremendous force and a whistling sound. She knew that in this narrow encounter, only a fight to the death offered any chance of survival; retreat meant certain death.
Huang Tian hadn't expected them to attack so suddenly. In his haste, he summoned a bronze shield, its surface engraved with intricate runes. With a deafening clang, he braced himself against Long Tian's dragon claw, feeling his arm go numb and his blood surge, almost dropping the shield. His disciples behind him also quickly drew their swords to meet the attack. In an instant, sword energy and demonic energy collided on the open ground, producing a deafening roar that even tore the air itself apart.
Long Tian's dragon claws were as hard as refined steel, carrying the savage power inherent in the dragon race. In just a few strokes, he tore deep marks into the bronze shield, the runes beneath his claws becoming dull and lifeless. Long Jiao's tail whip was even more agile, slithering like a long snake, whipping several disciples until they cried out in pain, their longswords flying from their hands and trembling as they stuck into the ground. Although the Huang family disciples outnumbered them, how could they be a match for the dragon race? In just over a dozen rounds, most of them lay on the ground, screams of broken arms and legs rising and falling, and pools of glaring blood quickly formed on the ground, staining the gravel red.