Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2138 Resentment
"Ha, you can know a person's face but not their heart," Miaoling suddenly chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Bullshit! How dare you insult my godfather!" Ao Yan roared in anger, glaring fiercely at Miao Ling.

"Young lady, it's time you restrain yourself. How dare you insult an adult?" Old Mu Zi also spoke up to reprimand her.

"Old blockhead!" To everyone's surprise, Miaoling was not intimidated at all this time. Instead, she glared coldly at the old blockhead. "You don't know that brat Ao Yan? You don't know either? My lord, my lord... Hmph, what kind of person was that guy before? Don't you, his servant who has been with him all his life, know?"

Upon hearing this, Lao Muzi's face twitched, but he had no words to refute it.

The atmosphere became tense, and apart from Little Stone and Big Redscale, everyone else had different expressions.

Long Sang noticed something amiss and asked hesitantly, "Could these murals be..."

Miao Ling nodded, her gaze indifferent yet revealing a cruel mockery: "That's right, the women in these paintings are all real people. Your most respected Crimson Emperor used a secret method to refine them alive, sealing their souls within the walls, making them immortal and indestructible, all to preserve that last bit of vitality."

boom!
These words struck everyone like a thunderbolt, and the others immediately showed expressions of shock.

Aunt Huang trembled all over and couldn't help but take a step back. She looked at the women in the murals with some fear and covered Xiao Shitou's eyes.

"Old blockhead, is what this bitch is saying true?" Ao Yan asked, frowning.

The old man remained silent, his silence clearly giving everyone the answer.

"How cruel..." Even Ao Yi couldn't help but murmur softly, his eyes looking with unbearable sorrow at a woman in a painting who was turning her head back with a look of tenderness. Her eyes seemed to hold endless sorrow and despair, as if she was pleading for help, or as if she had already resigned herself to her fate.

This method is extremely vicious, far surpassing direct murder by a thousand or even ten thousand times.

“What’s so surprising? That beast’s methods are filthy.” Miaoling laughed, but there was no joy in her laughter. “This is nothing. The more powerful the dragon, the more perverse his fetishes. Why did I become his concubine? Do you really think I did it willingly? Ha, I was just captured by him. I was just lucky that I wasn’t refined into the mural.”

Clearly, not many people knew this secret, and everyone present except for Old Mu Zi looked incredulous.

“Hehe.” Miaoling laughed even more strangely. “I have always maintained my youth and beauty, so naturally he will not deal with me. He likes novelty and loves beauty, but he wants to collect women who are beautiful and ageless. It just so happens that I cultivate the Spring Harmony Dao, which preserves youth for ten thousand years, so he did not kill me and even took me as his concubine.”

She paused, then added, "But I know it was just a way to prolong his life. He'll get tired of me sooner or later, and then I'll become one of these murals. Luckily, he had someone kill him, and I'm actually grateful to that murderer."

Ao Yan suddenly unleashed a terrifying killing intent, staring at Miao Ling: "So, you're the prime suspect, and you're the murderer yourself!"

Miao Ling sneered: "If I were the murderer, I would just admit it openly. Anyway, I'll be in that beast's hands for the rest of my life. Do you think I'd be afraid of death and not admit it? That old beast... he deserves to die ten thousand times over."

"Calm down, everyone." Long Sang suddenly took a deep breath, his brows furrowing slightly. "I suddenly have a bad feeling."

At the end of the mural, in the dim light, a chilling dragon's breath seemed to seep out from the cracks in the stone.

The next moment, a crisp "click" was heard, as if some shackles had broken.

Immediately afterwards, a mournful cry of a woman came from all directions, and the faces of the beautiful and serene women in the murals suddenly began to distort.

Their eyes opened.

They moved. "What's going on!" Aunt Huang shouted, startled, and jumped back, cold sweat streaming down her back.

Next, everyone watched as the faces of the women in the murals changed from gentle to ferocious, emitting cries like those of vengeful spirits. One beautiful woman even stretched out her arm, which slowly emerged from the mural, her slender fingertips exuding an indescribable chill.

"They...are trying to escape!" Long Sang's pupils constricted as he shouted, "Everyone, don't separate!"

As he spoke, he used his immortal power to construct a barrier, gritting his teeth as he said, "These souls harbor extremely heavy resentment. If they were to completely break free from the murals, the entire second level of Red Fortress would probably become a purgatory, with unimaginable consequences."

Everyone immediately went on guard and quickly hid inside the barrier. At this moment, the vengeful spirits in the murals surged out like a tide, twisted and ghostly.

At this moment——

"Roar!!!"

A dragon's roar reverberated throughout Red Castle.

As if thunder rumbled through everyone's ears, all the women in the murals froze, then turned their heads in terror to look at the end.

Suddenly, light burst forth at the end, revealing a huge mural at the very center.

The mural originally depicted a majestic and powerful crimson dragon, but now, the dragon's shadow in the painting has moved!

The dragon's body erupted like a volcano, its crimson flames billowing. The crimson dragon soul seemed to awaken from hell, emerging from the mural as if stepping into the air, roaring to the sky with an aura of dominance and majesty that shook heaven and earth.

"The Dragon Soul of Lord Crimson Emperor!" Long Sang exclaimed, his eyes gleaming.

The Crimson Dragon's soul eyes were like those of a purgatory, coldly looking down at the women in the mural. His gaze swept over them one by one, and all the wronged souls trembled in fear, like children seeing a deity, kneeling in the painting, not daring to move.

The entire space seemed to freeze, even the air seemed to solidify.

“He won’t let them go even after he’s dead…” Miaoling gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

At this moment, everyone looked at the women in the murals who had fallen silent. They were quietly bowing their heads, their beauty unreal, yet without a trace of arrogance.

"As expected, how could such a powerful figure not have a backup plan?" Su Bujin was not surprised, but still felt lingering fear. "If a mural can exert such pressure, how terrifying would it be if the real person were to descend?"

Old Mu Zi suddenly sighed softly, his voice low, and looked at Miao Ling: "I know you have a prejudice against the adult, but do you think he was born a demon?"

"The Crimson Emperor became king at a young age, overpowering all heroes and suppressing all demons. He once unified the Great Demon God Realm... But did you know that his bloodline has a huge hidden danger?"

“So pure that it cannot reproduce.” At this moment, Ao Yi suddenly spoke.

As a five-clawed golden dragon who possessed a trace of the bloodline of the seven-clawed red dragon, and who was once a powerful immortal king, he was able to roughly guess what it was by just pondering a few words.

“That’s right.” Old Mu Zi nodded. “That’s the purest blood of a seven-clawed red dragon in the world. It’s so powerful that even the heavens and earth are rejecting his descendants. He searched the world for all kinds of magic, medicinal ingredients, and divine pills, but nothing worked. In his later years, he went mad.”