He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 801 Little Handsome Goes to the Flood Dragon Clan

Long Si smiled and patiently explained, "It's normal that you don't know this since you were born in this world. Actually, besides here, there are two other hidden spaces in the Three Realms—one is the Demon Continent, dominated by our Dragon Clan and various demon races, where the mountains reach into the clouds and the rivers flow with 'demon springs' containing spiritual energy; the other is the Demon Continent, dominated by the Demon Clan, which is shrouded in demonic energy all year round and is extremely dangerous. However, these two spaces are separated from our current location by a spacetime barrier, and ordinary demons cannot find the entrance. Only powerful individuals with ancient bloodlines can sense the existence of the rifts."

Xiao Shuai was stunned, his mouth slightly agape. This was the first time he had ever heard such a secret. It was as if a door to a new world had been opened for him. For a moment, he didn't know what to say and could only stand there blankly, his mind filled with images of that continent teeming with demonic energy.

Long Si raised his hand and patted his shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but carrying a reassuring power: "No need to rush, I will teach you slowly in the future, you will eventually know. Lay a solid foundation first, so that you will be able to set foot on your homeland in the future."

Xiao Shuai nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling with longing, his heart filled with boundless anticipation for that mysterious demon continent.

Long Si withdrew his gaze and looked at the old fox again, his tone carrying an undeniable power, as if issuing a battle order: "Well, old fox? Do you have the guts to come with me and fight your way back to our homeland, to restore the glory of the demon race?"

The old fox's eyes were practically overflowing with desire. His usually narrow, triangular eyes were now wide open, like two black, oil-soaked glasses, fixed intently on Long Si. His front paws gripped the blue stone table in front of him tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force, leaving shallow marks on the table. But just as this burning passion surged from the depths of his heart, he suddenly frowned, the fine hairs on the tip of his nose trembling. His tone was hesitant, tinged with lingering fear: "Lord Long, no, Brother Long... of course I want to go back, I dream of setting foot on the homeland of our demon race! But you know, those two continents have been isolated from the world for ten thousand years, and the powerful beings within are probably as numerous as hairs on a cow. Any ancient monster that has lived for a thousand years could easily crush us. With our limited manpower, even breaking through that spatial barrier is as difficult as ascending to heaven. If we rashly rush in, we'll probably not gain anything, but instead become someone else's snack, leaving not even a bone fragment..."

As Long Si listened, he suddenly chuckled softly, the sound like an ice bead falling into a jade plate, with a hint of nonchalant amusement in the last syllable: "I'm no good."

A single sentence, like a bucket of ice water, was poured over the old fox's head, extinguishing his nascent flame of hope. The old fox was stunned—even Long Si of the Jiaolong clan couldn't handle it? Who else could he rely on? Was he supposed to rely on his own old bones, which panted after just a few steps, or on that young, inexperienced boy who cowered at the sight of a formidable opponent? He opened his mouth, his jaw clenching for a long time, unable to utter a coherent sentence, only managing to squeeze out a single word: "This…"

Seeing his astonished expression, Long Si knew he had misunderstood him. He dropped his joking tone, his eyes darkened, and he said seriously, "Alright, I know you've misunderstood. It's not that I'm not capable enough, but I alone can't stir up such a big wave. But I know someone can lead us to fight back."

The old fox's eyes lit up instantly, like two oil lamps suddenly lit. He even pricked up his ears, afraid of missing a single word—as long as he could go back, he was willing to risk his life, let alone wait. The humans on this continent were growing stronger, with all sorts of cultivation methods and body refinements emerging. Sooner or later, they would be fighting the demons for territory and fortune. If they didn't find a stable homeland to settle down in, they, the scattered demons, would likely be devoured. He leaned forward, his claws almost touching the hem of Long Si's robe, and asked eagerly, "Brother Long, who are you talking about? Which powerful being has such extraordinary abilities to lead us through that damned barrier and back to our homeland?"

Long Si kept everyone in suspense, only twitching the corners of his mouth with a mysterious smile: "Who it is, I can't say right now. But you should know that this demon has boundless potential. In a hundred years, it will definitely possess the power to tear through space and time and take us back. So, we just need to wait a hundred years—maybe even less."

The old fox quickly calculated for a moment, deciding that Long Si had no reason to lie to him. The Flood Dragon Clan was always extremely arrogant, with their eyes on the top of their heads; they would never joke about something so important that concerned the survival of their clan. He nodded heavily, his ears twitched, and his eyes regained their light, a light even brighter than before, like two small flames burning: "Since Brother Long says so, I naturally trust you! Then let's wait, wait patiently, and wait for this great being to rise!"

Long Si nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave, but saw that Xiao Shuai was still standing there, like a wooden stake that had not taken root, staring at the old fox with his eyes wide open, his tail tip anxiously sweeping the ground, not knowing who to follow.

Long Si glanced at him sideways, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand: "You're my disciple. Why aren't you coming with me? What are you doing standing here? Do you want to stay here and count your clan leader's beard?"

Xiao Shuai was even more bewildered by his shout. His ears snapped to his head, and he instinctively looked at the old fox, stammering, "Clan...Clan Chief, can I...still learn skills from Lord Dragon? Does what you just said...still stand?"

The old fox was secretly overjoyed—if Xiao Shuai could follow the great god Long Si, wouldn't that be equivalent to him establishing a connection with the dragon clan? From now on, who in the demon race would dare not give him face? He quickly waved his hand, his eyes crinkling with laughter, and even the wrinkles on his face smoothed out: "Silly boy, hurry up and go with your master! Being able to learn skills from Brother Long is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes. You must study hard and learn Brother Long's skills perfectly, so as not to embarrass our fox clan!"

Xiao Shuai then realized what was happening, and a big smile instantly bloomed on his face. He quickly replied "Yes," and followed behind Long Si with a bouncy gait, his tail almost wagging in the air. He even forgot which leg to step with first.

The old fox stood there, watching the figures of the man and the dragon gradually disappear into the distance. He stroked his white beard, his eyes filled with barely suppressed anticipation—a hundred years it is, as long as he could return to his homeland, he could wait even two hundred years, let alone a hundred. When that time came, he would show those who had looked down on the fox clan back then that their fox clan had a powerful backer!