On the bed was Han Tao, the city lord of Yunhan City, who had not appeared for a long time. The image of him as a bloody mess after being seriously injured did not appear. What he saw was a person lying on a wide bed behind a curtain, with a pale face. The sharp eyebrows he had seen before were slightly furrowed in his unconsciousness, and his drooping eyelids also covered his golden eyes.
The bed was very spacious; roughly speaking, Fu Mingxu felt that there was room for four people to lie down with some space to spare.
The dragons were tall in human form and even more so in beast form. At this moment, the body that was once shrouded in wisps of demonic energy, enough to blot out the sky, was no longer there. At first glance, it looked no different from the other people who were sick and bedridden.
Aside from the unusually strong stench of blood lingering all around, the animal-shaped candles used for lighting behind the curtains still emitted a faint scent of broken blood when they burned.
Fu Mingxu's gaze lingered on that cold, hard-featured face for only a few moments before moving down the neck.
His chest, not covered by blankets, bore several scabbed wounds.
The scab looked rather thick, indicating that the previous wound had probably penetrated deep into the bone.
To his horror, less than half an incense stick's time after he entered the inner room behind the curtain, the stench of blood in the air intensified.
Hmm, the strange scent of dragon's blood is more pronounced now...
His chest, crisscrossed with scars, rose and fell slightly, showing no signs of demonic influence for the time being.
Fu Mingxu didn't know when Han Tao had fallen into demonic possession, so he couldn't guess Han Tao's current situation.
The best approach would be for him to conduct a thorough examination while the person in question is unconscious.
Having made up his mind, Fu Mingxu no longer hesitated. He carefully observed Han Tao's tightly closed eyes, making sure that he really wouldn't wake up in a short time. He went straight forward, quickly reached out, and pulled off the entire blanket in one go.
Even though he was mentally prepared by the strong smell of blood, Fu Mingxu was still startled by the actual scene under the covers.
Severely injured, Han Tao could no longer transform into a complete human form; beneath the blankets lay a gigantic dragon tail.
The once majestic golden dragon tail now drooped limply on the bed, many of its golden scales missing, revealing the mottled flesh beneath. Without the absorbent warmth of the thick bedding, dragon blood slowly seeped from the wounds on the scales, dripping down the soaked bed.
After the initial shock subsided, Fu Mingxu was not panicked; instead, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was obvious that the flowing dragon blood was thick and bright, and although the dragon scales had lost their luster, it was clear that they had not been contaminated by demonic energy.
It was confirmed that Han Tao had not yet fallen into demonic possession. He remembered that, according to Immortal Lord Siyang, the other party had only awakened a year later and become a world-destroying fallen god, intolerable to heaven and earth.
It's not too late.
But the aroma of this dragon's blood is just too tempting.
After confirming that the person in front of him had not fallen into demonic possession, Fu Mingxu couldn't help but fall into deep thought amidst the fragrance of dragon blood.
Finally, a slight stinging pain in his fingertip brought him back to his senses. He shuddered and realized that his fingertip had been resting on the dragon's tail. The edges of the dragon scales were extremely sharp, and when he noticed, a drop of bright red blood appeared on his pale fingertip.
It's unclear whether it was from the dragon's tail or from a cut made by the edge of a dragon scale.
The fragrance became even more intense after the blankets were lifted. Fu Mingxu, who considered himself to have good self-control, was frequently distracted by the scent of dragon's blood. He couldn't quite figure out why he was acting this way, but he knew that stopping Han Tao's bleeding was the most urgent task at hand.
While stopping the bleeding, he glanced around and finally used what was available, quickly tearing off a piece of the hem of his wedding dress, folding it into a face mask, and tying it behind his head to cover his mouth and nose.
After all, it was the city lord's mansion, and the wedding dress that the Fu family had sent earlier was made of the finest spirit silk, enough to cover most of the fragrance of the dragon's blood.
"Not having immortal qualities is such a hassle," Fu Mingxu muttered. If he could cultivate spiritual energy, he could just casually use a breath-holding technique.
As he spoke, his hands continued moving. With a small cut left on his clean fingertip, he took out the Muscle Rot Pill, but instead of touching Han Tao, he frowned and crushed it in his palm.
Thus, the elixir that Fu Haoren and the others had previously fought over was now turned into powder and evenly sprinkled on the blood-stained dragon tail.
The Muscle Rot Pill possesses the ability to remove necrotic tissue and promote tissue regeneration, even regrow severed limbs. After taking one pill, the wound on the injured dragon's tail visibly began to heal. The pill powder, after merging with the flesh and blood, quickly transformed into pure vital energy that flowed into Han Tao's four meridians and eight extraordinary vessels, causing the crisscrossing scars on his chest to fade in color.
However, Han Tao was still unconscious, and Fu Mingxu guessed that his injuries were probably not just superficial, so he couldn't be sure of the situation for the time being.
Although the dragon's tail was gradually healing, the smell of the dragon's blood that had flowed out lingered. Fu Mingxu thought that he couldn't keep wearing the simple face towel forever, so after thinking for a while, he cut another piece from the hem of his clothes and began to wipe along the tip of the dragon's tail.
After wiping it a few times, he realized that the dragon's tail was too big and too heavy, and dragon blood was everywhere on the bed. At this rate, even tearing all his clothes off wouldn't be enough.
Left with no other choice, he had to first disassemble the bedding, throw the quilt core soaked in dragon blood outside the curtain, and tear the remaining clean cloth into pieces that fit his hand, before he could barely wipe the blood off the dragon's tail.
The flame on the animal candle flickered, illuminating his slow but careful movements.
Fortunately, the bed was big enough that Fu Mingxu was able to wipe the clean dragon tail and move it to a clean space on the side.
After working like this for most of the hour, he finally managed to move Han Tao to the other side of the bed, cleaned up the other side of the bed, and finally threw all the dirty bedding outside the curtain before sitting down to rest.
"Finally finished." Fu Mingxu looked at the dragon's tail, its scales dull but clean, with satisfaction. When he took off his face towel, fine beads of sweat were already visible on his forehead.
In the process of cleaning the dragon's tail, in addition to the Muscle Rot Pill, he also sprinkled a lot of other spiritual pill powders according to the extent of the injury.
He refined them all himself, even using a top-grade Rejuvenation Pill on the cracked reverse scale in Han Tao's lower abdomen.
Of course, he also cleaned the bloodstains from the reverse scale. He didn't know where the reverse scales of other dragons were located, but given Han Tao's half-human, half-dragon appearance, it was difficult not to roughly determine the location of his reverse scales when he transformed into a complete human form.
Therefore, Fu Mingxu, who only wanted to clean up, subconsciously glanced away, not caring that he had used too much force, and naturally did not notice the rise and fall of Han Tao's chest at that moment.
With the absence of the dragon blood scent to disturb his mind, Fu Mingxu was in a fairly good mood despite losing the elixir.
There were no chairs in the inner bedroom behind the curtains, so he simply sat cross-legged on the empty bed to rest, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze casually glancing at Han Tao, but his mind was elsewhere.
A full moon hung in the sky above the city lord's mansion, its bright light pouring down, adding to the tranquility of the mansion.
In the darkness, it seemed as if someone was chanting softly, the obscure words drifting in through the sealed window. Unfortunately, the tone was erratic, and when Fu Mingxu strained his ears to listen, he could only hear faint, indistinct sounds.
Even with strange noises, Fu Mingxu had no intention of going out to investigate in an unfamiliar place at night. He couldn't store spiritual energy in his body, and the feeling of his sea of consciousness swelling from the memories of his rebirth was still there. In addition, after cleaning the dragon tail for so long, the feeling of exhaustion seemed to sweep over his entire body in an instant.
He was very tired and wanted to sleep.
Looking at Han Tao, who was still unconscious, and the spacious bed, he thought it wouldn't be difficult to make do with sleeping fully clothed near the edge of the bed for the night.
Exhausted, Fu Mingxu cried out for rest and finally lay down slowly, but his body was so tense that he would fall down with the slightest movement.
Sleeping on a bed without blankets is certainly uncomfortable, but now is not the time to complain.
Fu Mingxu lay on the hard bed, his mind a jumble of thoughts. One moment he was seeing the earth-shattering scene from the day before his rebirth and the black demonic energy wrapped around the giant dragon's tail; the next he was seeing the bloodstained dragon scales and the people lying not far away, their fate unknown.
Filled with countless questions, he was eventually pulled into sleep by his body's instincts.
At the same time, the obscure chanting from outside continued to drift in, and the full moon above the city lord's mansion moved across the sky with time. Slowly, a beam of cool moonlight shone into the room unobstructed by the windows.
Bathed in moonlight, Fu Mingxu slept soundly, his exquisite face bathed in a soft glow. Beside him, the dragon scales on its injured tail regained some of their former golden luster under the moonlight.
As the chest beneath the faint scar heaved violently a few times, a pair of sharp golden eyes slowly opened.
A note from the author:
Mingxu: It smells so good, *slurp*
By the way, since the attacker is a dragon, even when he transforms into human form, there is still a certain size difference between him and the receiver.
Chapter 4
The war between immortals and demons has lasted for more than a month. Since the Dragon Soul was shattered by the demonic energy, Han Tao has not only been unable to maintain his human form, but his sea of consciousness has also sunk into endless darkness.
Even so, his mind remained remarkably clear.
He saw himself falling from the sky after the demons retreated, and he heard the gasps of surprise all around him after he landed.
The past flashed through his mind like a fleeting dream, and the once bustling and majestic city lord's mansion was now desolate and deserted. Moreover, the dragon clan retreated from Cloudfrost City to the Sea of Illusion in order to preserve their remaining strength.
And he, having failed to seduce the sacrificial hymn today, would be abandoned, leaving only a few servants and the guard Han Zhengzhi. He also knew that the Immortal Sect would arrive tomorrow and become the new ruler of Yunhan City.
The dragon race reveres strength. A person whose reverse scale is damaged and whose dragon soul is shattered to the point that they cannot even maintain a human form cannot cross the storm of the Sea of Illusion to enter the ancestral land of the dragon race.
He was abandoned as a matter of course until Han Zhengzhi, in order to protect him, was captured by the disciples of the Immortal Sect with the help of the Dragonless Clan. After failing to tame him as a mount, they actually killed him, skinned him, and used his flesh and bones to make various magical treasures.
This happened a year after he was unable to wake up. The pain of being conscious and physically exhausted caused him immense suffering. His cultivation was completely destroyed, and he could only linger on his sickbed, enduring the scorn of others. On the day he sensed the complete closure of the Dragon Clan's ancestral land, he chose to let his soul fall into the demonic path, thus standing above his enemies and becoming the strongest fallen god in the world.
His last consciousness was of him being besieged by various races, when the sky and earth collapsed and a white light exploded between heaven and earth. Time seemed to stop for a moment. When he woke up, he felt a sticky sensation under his body and realized that he had returned to the beginning.
He saw Han Zhengzhi standing in front of the bed with a distressed expression, complaining, "I don't know what the priest was thinking, actually saying that there is a man in the Fu family who can bring you good luck and help you wake up."
"How ridiculous! Let alone entering the city lord's mansion, those who know the situation probably can't even get past the Heart-Questioning Stone!"
"What genius Fu Shanqing? The city lord wouldn't care!"
"But the priest swore that tonight is the night of the full moon, and the Immortal Sect will arrive tomorrow. If the city lord shows no signs of waking up, they will return to their ancestral land in the Sea of Illusion."
"They actually believed Ao Yushu's theory about conserving strength. I think the city lord's current predicament is definitely related to that kid! It's a pity I have no evidence!"
"Truly hateful!"
Han Tao listened silently to his anger. After realizing that he had returned to the shock he had felt before, his words no longer had any effect on him.
Everything will unfold as he remembers. The Fu family will not send Fu Shanqing over; they will only offer a Muscle Rot Pill and many spiritual herbs as a token of their apology.
After arguing with the priest, Han Zhengzhi went to the Fu family and caused a scene, directly injuring Fu Shoude. Since he had a grudge against the Fu family, how could Han Zhengzhi's death at the hands of the Immortal Sect be unrelated to Fu Shanqing's later entry into the Immortal Sect?
Han Tao was fully aware of how things were going to develop, and he had already started making plans after Han Zhengzhi muttered a lot and left.
He didn't believe in any kind of "marrying to ward off bad luck." Based on his previous memories, he knew that all of this was just someone trying to stir up conflict between him and the Fu family and to humiliate him.
Whether the priests and others knew or not, he didn't care. Even if he didn't know why he had been reborn, he only thought that it was a repetition of his previous life, and he just wanted to become a demon early so that he could take revenge.
When the full moon passes, and the shattered dragon soul absorbs the moon's essence, causing the dragon's internal energy to become disordered, that will be the moment he succumbs to demonic possession.
Han Tao lay quietly, the pain in his dragon tail and body no longer attracting his attention. He listened quietly to the faint sound of the beast candle burning. His conscious mind was trapped inside his body as usual, his heart calm and undisturbed, peacefully awaiting his predetermined fate.
As darkness fell, he heard Han Zhengzhi speaking outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.
Someone walked in, their footsteps very light; it wasn't Han Zhengzhi.
Who is it?
Tonight, after the only guard caused a scene at the Fu family's residence, no one should have come in.
Could it be that my memory is faulty?
The person who came had light footsteps, so they probably didn't have any spiritual energy cultivation.
The footsteps lingered between the inner and outer rooms for a moment before moving inside.
The heavy curtains were lifted, and Han Tao first heard the sound of the person taking two steps back, followed by a gasp.
He said, "It smells so good..."
Then, a slender figure, as upright as a bamboo shoot, entered his mind. The newcomer was dressed in red with black hair and had eyes as bright as stars. He stood in front of the lifted curtain, and the heavy colors could not steal away his brilliance in the slightest.
It's like an exquisitely elegant landscape painting appearing out of thin air, carrying the vastness of distant mountains with its graceful flow.
The candlelight flickered, and those tiny points of light entered his eyes, eventually transforming into a sky full of stars.
He was wearing wedding attire.
After Han Tao realized this, his sea of consciousness, which was in excruciating pain, calmed down for a moment.