Surprisingly, the first room beneath the sealed chamber was filled with sealed alcohol barrels.
The aroma of the alcohol was rich, thick, and mellow. The floor was damp, with a layer of water accumulated on it, yet the wines were securely sealed.
Bai Lige was in a good mood and opened a barrel of alcohol nearby. He used a ladle to taste it and nodded in approval, saying, “Excellent wine!”
The alcohol had a strong flavor, mixed with spicy and sweet fruity notes. Just smelling it made one’s mouth water, and the fragrance was intoxicating.
Pei Yunshu took a whiff of the alcohol aroma and saw that Bai Lige and Hua Yue were both happily drinking. He took out two empty bottles from his storage pouch and filled them with wine. Since Zhuyou also enjoyed drinking, it was perfect for him to try it too.
After filling the bottles, Pei Yunshu looked at Bai Lige and Hua Yue, who were both alcohol lovers, they had already fallen asleep in the alcohol barrels.
“?” Pei Yunshu turned to Young Master Qingfeng and asked, “What happened to them?”
Young Master Qingfeng covered his nose and mouth, and his face had turned slightly red from the wine. He went over to check on the two foxes. “The alcohol is too strong; they’ve passed out.”
Upon hearing this, Pei Yunshu felt a bit lightheaded himself. The sensation was all too familiar—it was the dizziness that came with drunkenness. He quickly consumed a sobering pill and followed Young Master Qingfeng’s example, covering his nose and mouth, and then helped pull Hua Yue and Bai Lige out of the alcohol barrels.
Hua Yue grinned foolishly and said, “Beauty… hehe… Beauty…”
“Last time, Bai Lige and Zhuyou had a hundred drinks, and they weren’t affected by alcohol at all,” Pei Yunshu said with a hint of surprise. “Now, just one sip, and they’ve both passed out in the alcohol barrels.”
He chuckled again and said, “I suppose Zhuyou would have been the same, and it’s a good thing he’s not here. Otherwise, it would be a busy night.”
When Young Master Qingfeng heard this, his expression became impatient. He said coldly, “Changing loyalties so quickly.”
Pei Yunshu didn’t know how to explain, so he stayed silent. Along with Young Master Qingfeng, he fed the two foxes the sobering pills that could dispel alcohol. The Black Dragon lay nearby, watching Pei Yunshu busying himself. Whenever it heard the name Zhuyou from Pei Yunshu, it would comfortably narrow its eyes.
Its consciousness was currently unclear, only retaining its ferocious nature. All of its attention was focused on Pei Yunshu’s words, using up all the patience it had left.
When the Silver Dragon approached, it saw the Black Dragon sticking to the human cultivator, entwining Pei Yunshu tightly and forming a solid circle around him.
The Black Dragon keenly sensed the approach of another male dragon. Its sharp teeth were exposed instantly, emitting a threatening growl.
The Silver Dragon’s attempts to persuade it again were in vain, causing it to coldly snort. Even the female dragons in the entire Divine Dragon Secret Realm couldn’t compare to a human cultivator. Although it was annoyed, it could step back. Even if the Black Dragon and this human cultivator produced dragon eggs with impure bloodline, it would accept it. It only hoped that the dragon race could continue. However, after so many days, it still couldn’t detect the slightest scent of dragon eggs on the human cultivator’s body.
Were they unable to reproduce, or was the Black Dragon not doing its best?
All the dragon souls within the God Dragon’s Secret Realm were eager for new life to be born.
They were in a hurry, and even seeing a glimmer of hope was making a single day feel unbearably long.
“Return to your body,” the Silver Dragon ordered. “I will keep you and this human sealed for forty-nine days. I refuse to believe that no dragon egg will be born in that time.”
As soon as the Silver Dragon finished speaking, the Black Dragon was suddenly pulled away by a powerful force.
The Silver Dragon’s white beard fluttered as it watched Pei Yunshu. Its claws moved slightly.
Pei Yunshu’s ears twitched, and he turned to look behind him. He saw that one of the alcohol barrels had been opened at some point. The aroma of this alcohol was much milder than the one Bai Lige had opened earlier, with a hint of sweetness. Pei Yunshu approached and saw that the alcohol was as clear and red as grapes.
Even with a handkerchief covering his nose and mouth, he could still smell the sweet aroma of the wine. Pei Yunshu was intrigued and decided to fill his empty bottles with this wine.
The Silver Dragon nodded in approval.
Each of these wines was a precious find, each with its unique uses. Tree spirits could bear offspring, and it couldn’t help but think that this human might possess the abilities of a tree spirit as well. This red alcohol could remove fatigue and boost vitality. After forty-nine days of intimate relations with a dragon, thanks to this wine, the human should be able to endure it as well.
The Silver Dragon had truly gone to great lengths for the Black Dragon.
Having filled his flask with wine, Pei Yunshu became curious about the other alcohol barrels in the room. However, the wines here were so strong that he didn’t dare to open them casually.
Pei Yunshu put the flask back into his storage bag, and after wiping off the alcohol stains on his hands, he looked around and noticed that the surroundings had changed.
He was in a palace, and the walls were covered with water grass. Pei Yunshu put away the handkerchief and took a few steps back. Above the palace, there was a huge plaque with large characters: “Dragon Clan Temple.”
Pei Yunshu pondered for a moment.
He was still in the deep water, and he wasn’t sure if he had triggered some kind of array that had suddenly transported him here.
Pei Yunshu pushed open the temple’s main door and found Zhuyou sitting inside.
Zhuyou had his eyes closed as if he was asleep. The enchanting pattern on his face extended down his neck, and he sat there motionless, appearing as alluring as a water spirit.
Zhuyou looked exactly the same as he did when they were by the East Sea coast, and even his clothes hadn’t changed. It had been a while since Pei Yunshu had seen him.
He stared at Zhuyou for a while before snapping back to his senses. His ears turned red, and he cleared his throat, pretending to be nonchalant as he closed the temple door behind him.
“Is that you, Zhuyou?” He stood by the temple door, keeping a safe distance. “Has your soul returned to your body?”
“It has returned.”
Someone whispered in Pei Yunshu’s ear.
“His soul is still merging with his body. A body with a dragon’s soul…,” the voice was malicious and greedy, “it’s even more suitable for me than your grandmaster’s body.”
“Little one, come closer and let me take a good look at this body.”
Young Master Qingfeng’s symbol on Pei Yunshu’s forehead suddenly glowed.
Demonic energy surged out from the ring on Pei Yunshu’s finger, and he was surrounded by a black aura. He remained oblivious to this and was about to approach Zhuyou.
The Qingyue Sword floated up and trembled in front of Pei Yunshu, producing a crisp and clear sword cry.
Pei Yunshu stopped in his tracks, rubbing his forehead. “What just happened to me….”
His eyebrows furrowed, and he noticed the ring on his hand.
After some contemplation, Pei Yunshu, despite not wanting to admit that demonic energy could erode his sanity, was growing cautious.
He took out some paper and ink from his storage pouch, bit his finger to draw blood, and started drawing intricate warding symbols to suppress the demonic energy.
Most cultivators had a deep aversion to and fear of inner demons. Pei Yunshu had undergone centuries of experience with his own inner demons, and except for the years of madness at the end, it had actually contributed to his growth.
As he grew older, he became wiser, and the symbols he drew now were skills he had acquired during his experience with inner demons.
Pei Yunshu’s brushwork was incredibly precise, and although the symbols were complex, his movements were smooth. He sat in silence while Zhuyou suddenly opened his eyes. His demonic eyes held a cold, piercing light, and when he saw Pei Yunshu, the chill gradually subsided.
The dragon soul forcibly injected into the flood dragon’s body was causing the body to continuously strengthen. The excruciating pain began from behind the ear, and Zhuyou had just regained his consciousness, but now he had to shed his skin again.
After this shedding, he would become very small—smaller with each shedding—until he reached an age resembling that of a three-year-old human child, only then would he fully transform into a dragon.
It was a long and painful process.
Zhuyou closed his eyes and pretended to still be asleep.
If he became smaller, he would ensure that Pei Yunshu was his before shrinking. He would eliminate all potential rivals, even if he had to become a child, Pei Yunshu would be his.
Pei Yunshu was fully concentrating on his work and was completely unaware that Zhuyou had opened his eyes. He was deeply focused, using a drop of his own blood to inscribe the demon-sealing talisman.
A demon-sealing talisman drawn with the full concentration of a Nascent Soul cultivator was incredibly powerful.
Pei Yunshu attached the talisman to the ring, and it automatically adhered to it, covering the black and red gem with a thin layer of yellow paper. The paper talisman then vanished.
After the talisman was attached, Pei Yunshu felt a lot more clear-headed.
He noted this change and turned to look back at Zhuyou, who was still asleep. He wasn’t sure what to do next, so he waited for him to wake.
Gradually, Pei Yunshu started to lose focus.
Zhuyou, when silent and sitting like this, was not just ‘handsome.’ He was mesmerizing. There was something otherworldly about him, yet not entirely supernatural.
The water in the temple was blocked outside the door, creating a peaceful and comforting atmosphere in the hall. Dust particles floated in the air, casting a dim light.
The tension in his mind slowly dissipated. Pei Yunshu suddenly remembered that he had disappeared abruptly, and Young Master Qingfeng and the others must be very worried. Fortunately, Young Master Qingfeng was smart and sharp. He would take good care of Bai Li and Hua Yue.
After some time, Zhuyou still hadn’t awakened, and Pei Yunshu was starting to feel drowsy.
He forced himself to open his eyes and walked around to stay awake. The palace’s walls were adorned with murals of dozens of agile and heroic dragons, seemingly ready to leap out of the walls at any moment.
As he studied the murals one by one, Pei Yunshu’s eyes suddenly widened when he turned back around.
Zhuyou, who had been sitting behind him, had somehow lost his clothing. He sat with his eyes closed, appearing to be completely unresponsive to the world.
Pei Yunshu took a quick glance but immediately turned his head.
Zhuyou had seen him without clothes, and Pei Yunshu had seen Zhuyou’s true form as well. There was no reason to be afraid.
Pei Yunshu reassured himself. He pretended to be completely nonchalant, calmly opened his eyes, and realized that he had actually passed by where Zhuyou was sitting.
Pei Yunshu turned around, not bothering to close his eyes again. Before him, he saw the fallen clothes and quickly picked them up. He draped the clothes over Zhuyou’s shoulders.
As he was about to help him get dressed, unexpectedly, at that very moment, Zhuyou opened his eyes.
Zhuyou gazed at Pei Yunshu with his demonic eyes, and his eyes drifted down to where Pei Yunshu was holding his clothes.
If anyone unfamiliar with the situation saw this scene, they might assume that these clothes had been taken off by Pei Yunshu.
Pei Yunshu knew he had to explain. “I didn’t take off your clothes. The clothes were loose, and I was trying to help you put them back on.”
Zhuyou glanced again at Pei Yunshu’s hand, then nodded with a good-natured “Mm.”
However, despite the apparent understanding, Zhuyou didn’t entirely believe him.
“Truly, I didn’t take off your clothes,” Pei Yunshu couldn’t help but explain further. “I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you while you were unconscious.”
Zhuyou nodded nonchalantly again.
Pei Yunshu felt as if he had just punched into cotton. He reluctantly released his grip, but as soon as he let go, the clothes on Zhuyou once again slipped off.
Another encounter with candidness.
Pei Yunshu and Zhuyou locked eyes for a moment. Suddenly, Zhuyou curved his lips, reached out, and pulled Pei Yunshu into his embrace. The embrace was already full, as if it were destined to hold Pei Yunshu.
Zhuyou sniffed the fragrance of Pei Yunshu’s hair. “Missed you.”
His “missed you” statements followed one after another, murmuring into Pei Yunshu’s ear, nibbling delicately on Pei Yunshu’s earlobe, savoring it like a delicious treat.
Word by word, it opened Pei Yunshu’s heart. The resisting hands of Pei Yunshu gradually relaxed. His eyes were filled with confusion as he covered his chest, letting Zhuyou continuously kiss and lick the nape of his neck.
Did he really…. miss him so much?