Chapter 1781 - 320

In that instant, it was as if everyone else in the courtyard had vanished; only the youth and the well before him remained.

That thing shot straight up from the bottom of the well, as if it meant to burst out with the most ferocious momentum.

All the pressure and aura it carried, in that moment, locked entirely onto the youth.

An ordinary person simply couldn't withstand such deliberate targeting—their mind and consciousness would be shattered in an instant, becoming a lunatic who lives in fear forever.

Li Zhiyuan slowly opened his eyes wide. The youth felt not the slightest fear; he even found it incomprehensible that the "other side" dared to provoke him.

If you were what you were back then—the vicious Black Flood Dragon that stirred up wind and rain at Jiujiang, ravaging both banks—then, out of respect for your absolute strength, I might respond in a different way.

But as you are now, you're only a residual spirit, no physical body, not even a halfway decent soul to speak of—and like this, you still dare make a scene in front of me?

In terms of strength, in terms of rank, you're beneath me.

So,

who gave you this kind of confidence and courage?

The two sides' auras collided invisibly.

"Roar!"

From below the well mouth came an angry bellow, but gradually, that roar grew weaker and weaker, while the sharpness in the youth's eyes grew ever more intense.

A man who shoulders two Dragon King's Courts on his back—how could he possibly be cowed by a mere Black Flood Dragon residual spirit?

Even True Dragons, back in the East Room at his house, were lined up in offerings on the altar, one after another.

"Kacha kacha..."

The rubbing sound came again from the well wall below, only this time it was moving downward instead of up.

It went down, sank into the well water, to the bottom.

The environment around Li Zhiyuan returned to normal, and the youth withdrew his hand from the well lid.

Lin Shuyou stood there rubbing his eyes; just now his eyes had itched badly, his Shuping caught in a muddled state between open and closed.

He sensed danger, yet had no idea where exactly it came from, and could only close the distance between himself and Brother Xiao Yuan in his confusion and tension.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Zhao Yi asked, "What's in there? Pretty arrogant."

Li Zhiyuan said, "If nothing unexpected, it should be what your ancestor left behind after slaying the Flood Dragon at Jiujiang back then."

Lin Shuyou said, "Dragon King Zhao's other remains are in the well?"

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes at Lin Shuyou. "He means the remnants of that Flood Dragon."

"Oh." Lin Shuyou scratched his head a bit sheepishly, then pointed at the well. "So there's a Black Flood Dragon suppressed in this well?"

Zhao Yi said, "Reluctantly… you could call it that."

Lin Shuyou said, "But when I came in just now, I didn't see any Seal traces in this courtyard. Even now, this well lid doesn't seem to have anything special on it."

Zhao Yi said, "Suppression doesn't necessarily have to use a Seal."

Li Zhiyuan said, "The coughing inside the house has stopped."

Zhao Yi said, "Ah You, go take a look inside."

Lin Shuyou didn't move.

Li Zhiyuan said, "Go."

Lin Shuyou went into the house.

The air inside was thick with the smell of decocted Chinese medicine. Lin Shuyou walked slowly toward the bedroom and pulled the cloth curtain aside.

All of a sudden, he felt the world spin, heaven and earth turning over.

Lin Shuyou immediately opened his Shuping, the aura of a True Monarch flaring, and only then was that blurred sense of spatial orientation forced back down.

He focused his gaze into the room again and found the bedroom pitch black.

Lin Shuyou knew he still hadn't completely broken through the strange environment in this house.

The next moment, the floor began to tilt, the ceiling gradually warped, and the surrounding walls even started to rotate.

Anger flickered in Lin Shuyou's Shuping. His fists clenched, strength gathering—faced with this increasingly complex situation, he meant to try breaking it by sheer Power.

Just then, Brother Xiao Yuan's figure walked in from outside.

As the youth moved forward, he waved his right hand lightly to both sides, and very quickly, the configuration of the room all "quieted" down.

Li Zhiyuan looked toward the bedroom and said, "We didn't come here with absolute malice. Of course, if you want to keep playing, I can accompany you."

"Hoo..."

The bedroom curtain seemed to be half blown open by a breeze, as if someone were lifting the curtain to invite guests inside.

Lin Shuyou still stepped in first; the curtain pressed down, blocking him.

The Master inside meant to allow only Li Zhiyuan to enter.

Li Zhiyuan spread his right hand, blood mist coiling in his palm, ready to forcibly seize control of this room.

Apparently sensing the youth's movement, the curtain lifted again.

Lin Shuyou walked in, with Li Zhiyuan following behind.

Zhao Yi pushed his own wheelchair by himself. Just entering the main hall had already left him panting from exertion, but he still strained to push himself forward.

The wheelchair rolled to the curtain and struck it with a "thud," letting out a collision sound.

The curtain that should have been soft and yielding didn't budge an inch; instead, Zhao Yi and his wheelchair were jolted backward.

At that moment, the curtain was lifted from within. Lin Shuyou came out, moved behind Zhao Yi, helped push his wheelchair, then lifted the curtain with his hand and sent Zhao Yi inside.

After that, Lin Shuyou did not enter again, but walked to the doorway, crossing his arms as he stood there.

Zhao Yi knew that, given Li's temperament, only after confirming there was nothing in the bedroom that could pose an uncontrollable threat to him would he let the "bodyguard" wait outside.

The bedroom was quite spacious, like three normal rooms merged into one.

The furnishings inside were all antique—there was a study, with shelves full of ancient books; a music room, with qin and zither laid out; and a bed, an old-style wooden bed with a strong sense of age, its carvings intricate.

"Creak… creak..."

Strands of thread extended out from the bed, wrapping and winding around various places in the room.

Amid that constant rubbing sound, an elderly figure slowly sat up on the bed.