Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2137, Second Floor, Murals
"Gentlemen, won't you come along?"

Su Bujin and Ao Yi, who were still wary of the dragon slaves, heard Long Sang's invitation.

After exchanging a glance, the two did not hesitate and followed each other into the second floor.

As soon as they stepped into the second level of the Red Fortress, the seven dragon slaves were immediately swallowed by darkness. All they could hear were the sounds of breathing and the low echoes of footsteps reverberating between the stone walls. The eerie atmosphere made their hearts clench.

"To be honest, this is my first time here, and I didn't expect the deadbeat's place to be so creepy." Miaoling pouted, looking uncomfortable.

“Young lady, even if you were the late Emperor Chihuang’s beloved concubine, you must not be disrespectful. Watch your words and don’t let this happen again,” Old Muzi scolded.

Miaoling merely sneered; although she was the concubine of the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor, she seemed to have no feelings for him.

Just as the seven dragon slaves were about to concentrate on investigating their surroundings, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from behind them.

"what!"

The voice, filled with disbelief and extreme pain, sent a shiver down the spines of the group.

Everyone turned around abruptly and saw that Ao Yan, who was usually arrogant and domineering, was being kicked away like a rag doll, his body crashing heavily against the stone wall, kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust.

He coughed up blood, his eyes wide open, clearly not expecting to be ambushed.

"Who?!" Ao Yan snapped out of his daze, scrambled to his feet, and shouted angrily, his eyes searching the darkness before freezing in place.

Ao Yi looked smug, waving his hand with a cold sneer in his eyes and a disdainful smile on his lips: "I should thank this Red Fortress. The powerful pressure of the first level made it impossible for me to discern your true cultivation level. I thought you were so arrogant."

He paused, as if his aura had returned to that of the Immortal King, his sharp gaze sweeping over each of the seven dragon slaves before finally settling on Ao Yan, who was coughing up blood in a disheveled state.

"Only when I reached the second level did I understand." Ao Yi's voice suddenly rose, making the air seem to tremble. "So you so-called Seven Great Dragon Slaves are nothing but a bunch of Golden Immortal Realm trash. You dare to challenge me? I'll kill you all today, begging for mercy won't do any good."

Standing beside Ao Yi, Su Bujin felt a little worried, especially when he saw Long Sang so calm, he vaguely realized something.

But in that split second, Su Bujin's expression changed drastically. A sharp pain suddenly erupted from deep within her spine like a thunderbolt. She fell to her knees, and Ao Yi staggered as well, his hands and feet trembling.

"what!"

Both of them simultaneously let out suppressed, painful growls.

Su Bujin looked down and saw that scarlet lines had appeared on his arm, like blood flowing backward and spreading wildly under his skin.

The blood-red pattern resembled some ancient curse; the moment it was activated, it would burn a person to ashes from the inside out.

"Poisoned?" Su Bujin and Ao Yi's expressions changed drastically as they realized something.

A wild, unrestrained laugh rang out as the injured Ao Yan rose to his feet, his voice dripping with mockery. "Fools! I knew you weren't good people. Did you really think we'd let you go so easily?"

"When did you poison him?" Su Bujin asked through gritted teeth, cold sweat pouring down her back. Things were indeed not as simple as she had expected.

"While he was unconscious," Long Sang suddenly spoke, clearly the one who had done it, and said with a smile, "The Crimson Dragon Poison is almost gone. If he doesn't drink the Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon's blood within three days, he'll surely die!" "Too impulsive! You guys look so dangerous, of course we need to have a backup plan." Miao Ling shook her head with some regret, and then stepped forward to lift Su Bujin's chin, "What a pity for such a handsome face, we should tear it off and sew it onto my face later."

"Damn it!" Ao Yi slammed his fist on the ground, causing the red dust to swirl. His eyes began to turn red, and the blood patterns were spreading against his dragon blood. But with each spread, it felt as if his internal organs were being crushed.

“The Seven-Clawed Crimson Dragon Emperor is dead, where can its bloodline be found?” Su Bujin’s lips twitched violently. Wasn’t this a deadly poison?

Ao Yan approached, then kicked Ao Yi away in a fit of rage: "I might as well kill you all, I don't mind getting my hands dirty anyway."
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As he spoke, he raised his palm, and as his demonic power surged like a blade, a figure suddenly blocked their path.

"Enough." Long Sang's voice was as steady as cold iron. He took a step forward, his palm glowing with a soft light, and gently patted out. Ao Yan's figure froze, and his steps were forced back three feet.

"Long Sang, you were the one who administered the Crimson Dragon Poison, and now you're going to protect them?" Ao Yan's eyes were sinister.

“Let them be the stepping stones,” Old Muzi said in a deep voice, having already seen through Long Sang’s thoughts. “There are countless traps and mechanisms laid in the five-story Red Fortress. Having two tough guys can avoid getting hurt.”

"You..." Ao Yi gasped for breath, struggling to his feet, his eyes bloodshot. "Believe it or not, I'll self-destruct and take you all down with me!"

"Okay, if you really have the guts." Long Sang shrugged, not believing it at all.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Su Bujin stood up straight with difficulty, his face unusually calm. "When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Just give us your orders and we'll do it."

Ao Yan chuckled, quite satisfied: "You're quite sensible. Fine, let's let you get through this peacefully before the poison takes effect."

The crowd dispersed, and Su Bujin and Ao Yi, carrying poison, walked as if treading on knives, scouting ahead.

Before long, a deep, dark dragon breath swept over us.

In an instant, they stepped into thin air, and it was as if they had entered another world. Flames spread and turned into crimson light, swirling around the surrounding stone walls.

The stone wall was covered with hundreds of murals.

“This is…” Su Bujin narrowed his eyes, his voice revealing a hint of surprise and doubt.

On the wall are lifelike paintings of beautiful women. The girls in the paintings have skin as white as snow and lips as white as peach blossoms. Their eyes seem to have a spirit, as if they are real people trapped in the paintings.

Both sides of the long corridor are covered with murals of women, some reclining by the window, others dancing gracefully, their postures alluring.

Yet, despite the stunning scene, Su Bujin felt a sense of unease.

"Strange, the woman in this painting doesn't smile at all; instead, her brows reveal a hint of sorrow and resentment," Ao Yi murmured, noticing something amiss.

“Yes, and the artist's skill is profound; it's as if the painting is alive.” Su Bujin nodded, then frowned. “Or perhaps…”

"I've never heard that Lord Red Emperor likes pictures of beautiful women. Where did all these things come from?" Aunt Huang was bewildered. Many years ago, the Seven-Clawed Red Dragon Emperor saved her and her grandson, Little Stone. In her heart, this benefactor was a righteous man and respected by all.