He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 882 Dragon Slayer Decides to Take Action

"That's not what I meant." He Yuzhu abruptly took half a step back, interrupting it, his heart pounding as if it would shatter his ribs. There were things even he couldn't understand—how could a cook who spent his days around the stove be connected to "descendants of the dragon race"? Let alone telling Little Fox about it. He waved his hand, his voice strained, "I have something to attend to, I'll head out now."

He couldn't bring himself to say the rest—even if he had, who would believe him? A cook wielding an iron wok, not dragon claws; stir-frying vegetables, not dragon breath. He'd probably just be considered crazy and sent to a mental hospital. He turned and strode away, his steps faltering, leaving Little Tanuki scratching her head, her amber eyes filled with confusion, her tail tip twitching unconsciously.

Little did anyone know that that very afternoon, in the deep-sea dragon's lair within He Yuzhu's mind, the Dragon God Slayer slowly opened his eyes. The instant those golden eyes, closed for a thousand years, opened, the entire seabed trembled violently, dormant volcanoes began to spew thick smoke, and silent trenches churned with undercurrents. A boundless dragon's might spread like a tide, forcing all the surrounding fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish to lie prostrate on the seabed; even the most ferocious sharks cowered in a ball, afraid to utter a sound. He knew it was time for him to awaken—those long-suppressed revival plans, those thousand-year-old debts awaiting his reckoning, had reached their end.

Long Shishen stretched his scaly neck, the joints grinding together with a dull thud, like thunder rolling across the deep sea. A sharp light flashed in his golden, vertical pupils, seemingly capable of piercing through thousands of miles of ocean and reaching the clouds. He looked down at his body; each dragon scale was as hard as millennia-old black iron, shimmering with a dark golden luster accumulated over time, the edges still bearing traces of ancient battlefields. Now, he should go find Long Tian and Long Jiao. These two juniors, on whom he had placed such high hopes, had been lying low in human territory for years, disguised as ordinary cultivators. They must have already grasped the situation on land and knew how to coordinate with his actions.

Although he hadn't set foot on land for a thousand years, his divine sense had long since spread like an invisible net, covering a vast territory. He was aware of every move Long Tian and Long Jiao made—they were hiding in a valley in Qingzhou, their old wounds still healing, especially Long Jiao, who had been injured by that damned "Dragon-Locking Formation" while covering Long Tian's retreat from the human cultivators' encirclement. Her dragon soul had been shaken and she hadn't fully recovered. This was his opportunity—to appear when they needed support most, to firmly grasp the initiative in the dragon race's revival, and to let these younger generations understand who the true backbone of the dragon race was.

More importantly, he sensed through his divine sense that human cultivators were gathering at the eastern border. Tens of thousands of magical artifacts converged into a blinding cloud of light, obscuring even the sunlight. The array they had set up faintly exuded killing intent, clearly indicating that they were plotting some conspiracy against the dragon race. Without his help, Long Tian and his companions, with their two still-healing bodies, would have been unable to break through the human race's inescapable net and would have only met a gruesome end.

Dragon Slayer slowly swung its tail, the tip creating a massive surge of water that shattered the surrounding reefs. It seemed the human race could no longer contain themselves, wanting to take advantage of the dragons' millennia-long dormancy to completely eradicate them. Very well, it was time for him to personally initiate this thousand-year-long struggle. Without him, these insignificant human cultivators dared to touch the dragons? Simply delusional.

His golden pupils reflected the darkness of the deep sea, and a cold smile curved his lips—it's been a thousand years, it's time for these humans to taste the feeling of being crushed by the dragon's might.

The dragon's god-slaying consciousness surged forth like a burst dam, instantly shattering He Yuzhu's remaining mental barriers and completely taking control of the human body. He slowly moved his neck, his joints making soft "clicks," feeling the faint yet incredibly resilient dragon bloodline within his flesh—like a grain of gold buried in the sand, inconspicuous, yet enough to serve as the wedge for his arrival. This was precisely why he had chosen He Yuzhu.

It should be understood that Long Shishen was originally a struggling dragon in the abyss swamp. By relying on the heaven-defying opportunity of devouring a thousand-year lightning tribulation, he forcibly shed his dragon scales, condensed his dragon essence, and transformed into a true five-clawed golden dragon. Such a transformation that transcends species is a luxury that those dragons trapped in shallow waters, guarding their half-acre of water, dare not even dream of.

His figure blurred, and a blinding golden light suddenly erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night. In an instant, he stood atop the clouds above the Misty Forest. Looking down, his golden vertical pupils pierced through layers of miasma and fog, revealing the forest scene as clearly as the lines on his palm—the demon's lair glowed eerily in the tree hollow, spiritual energy flowed like rivers within the magic array, and even the spiritual veins lurking underground snaked and writhed like silver serpents, leaving no place to hide.

Long Shishen's lips curled into a playful smile. His golden eyes reflected the stalemate below, which he found rather interesting: On the outskirts of the forest, the "Nine-Lock Linked Array" set up by the human cultivators was radiating spiritual light, with blue, red, and purple runes flowing between the array's cores, binding the forest tightly like an iron barrel, clearly prepared to trap them like turtles in a jar; while deep in the forest, the demon clan's stronghold was filled with demonic energy as dark as ink, yet it revealed a hint of panic beneath its outward strength. Although they had adopted a posture of high alert, the hesitation and calculation hidden in their defenses could not escape his shrewd eyes, which had been sharpened over a thousand years.

His divine sense swept across the area like a spiderweb, instantly locking onto the hiding place of Long Tian and Long Jiao. The two junior dragons were huddled deep within the cave, their bodies surrounded by a pale golden healing aura, yet their breathing remained weak and feeble, like a candle flickering in the wind. A cold glint flashed in Long Shishen's eyes—truly useless! They were merely injured in the foundation by the human race's broken formation, yet they hadn't fully recovered after half a month of recuperation. No wonder the once mighty dragon race had fallen to such a state of hiding in a corner.

He wasn't angered, only chuckled lightly, a calculating glint in his golden eyes. He knew very well that to return to the Dragon Clan's sacred land and awaken the slumbering ancient clansmen, he still needed to use the names of Long Tian and Long Jiao, these two "legitimate descendants," to pave the way. To deal with them now would be tantamount to cutting off his own arm. So he hovered in the clouds, coldly observing the movements in the forest as if watching a play.

But what he saw next made his smile fade. Zhang Lei, wielding a magic sword, led the human cultivators in a relentless, surging advance. Runes and magical artifacts exploded in the forest, and the screams of the demons rose and fell. The demons' defenses retreated again and again. Those jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards that should have been fierce and brave seemed to have lost their backbone, offering no decent counterattack and only retreating deeper into the forest.