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"Following the strong is an eternal truth, and there's nothing shameful about it."

The heir of Wanbaoge looked intently at his friend before him.

They had known each other for many years and thought they knew each other well enough.

But at this moment, looking at that lifelike painting and the terrifying Daoist aura flowing within it, he felt somewhat suffocated!

He then realized that in such a short period of time, he had no idea about Kong Shuyu's true strength.

All he knew was that she had been drawing something ever since the Big Dipper Holy Son Ceremony.

This woman, disguised as a man and carrying a pen wherever she goes, is perhaps more dangerous than all the prodigies he knows.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Kong Shuyu finished the last stroke and signed the painting.

"Just how much of your ancient second technique can you actually unleash?" The fat man was unusually serious for once.

Kong Shuyu put down her pen, raised her eyes, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a smile.

Seeing her smug look, the fat man already knew the answer and didn't intend to ask any further questions.

He slumped back in his chair, tilted his head to the side, and said with a look of utter despair:

"The good-for-nothing I grew up with, we promised to be rich kids together! How did he turn into a phoenix in the blink of an eye? I'm so upset, I'm in so much pain..."

He got more and more excited as he spoke, pointing his finger at Kong Shuyu, his face trembling: "Do you know what this feeling is like?"

"It's like, I'm happy for you that you're better, but you can't be too good for yourself, can you?"

"Back in the day, when we skipped classes together, went to auctions together, and got chased and beaten by our elders together, you were just as useless as me!"

Kong Shuyu watched his performance quietly, suppressing her laughter as she retorted, "I wasn't useless back then, I just hadn't met the right target."

"That's how it is with the successors of the Book Pavilion; before they find the right person, they're just good-for-nothings."

"Once you find the right person, it's no longer the case. You should be glad that you found the right person in this life."

The fat man's grief and indignation froze, and all the prepared accusations were silenced.

He gulped down the wine in his glass in a fit of anger, slumped back into his chair, stared at the roof beams above him, and sighed softly, his feelings a jumble of emotions.

My childhood friend, whom I grew up with, now makes him seem like a good-for-nothing.

But... thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem so bad?

Given their friendship, who would dare to mess with him in the future? Who would dare to touch his Wanbaoge?

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt less uncomfortable.

"Speaking of which..." The fat man sat up straight in his chair.

A glint of gossip flashed in his narrowed eyes: "Since you've chosen to follow the Holy Son of the Big Dipper, don't you have any other plans?"

"What are your thoughts?"

"Don't play dumb." The fat man slammed his hands on the table, grinning lewdly.

"They possess the Human Emperor Physique and are heirs to two powerful and influential families. Being close to them gives them an advantage."

Kong Shuyu looked at him as if he were an idiot, but still honestly replied, "To be honest, he's too strong."

The fat man was stunned for a moment: "What?"

She picked up her pen again and sketched Feng Zhi's appearance on the page, adding, "I said, he's too strong!"

"A muscular guy who fights like a ferocious beast isn't my type! I prefer someone more refined."

Upon hearing this, the fat man stroked his chin, scrutinized the person in the painting, and muttered, "He's not that strong..."

He was completely baffled and couldn't understand why this person would bring up such a question.

After a moment, as if he had thought of something, he showed a strange, even somewhat disgusted, expression.

"Alas! You scholars... could it be that you've read too many miscellaneous books and have developed a taste for transvestite romances?"

"For example, Xu Xian? Xiaoyan? Or Ning Caichen or something like that?"

Kong Shuyu narrowed her eyes, warning him menacingly, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll write your story of wetting your pants back then into the annals of history, making you famous for all time!"

The fat man's face changed, and he clasped his hands together, pleading repeatedly, "No, no, no... Sister, I was wrong!"

She snorted, her tone returning to normal: "Who says that following a strong person means you have to admire them?"

"I follow the path in my heart, the path of the strong! I am grateful for the strength he gave me, so I am willing to follow him to the death, that's all."

The fat man shrank back and wisely kept quiet. Anyway, you have the bigger fist now, so whatever you say is right.

Kong Shuyu looked away. She was about to add another stroke to the painting when her hand stopped.

Her eyes, peering through the window, gazed at the gray sky beyond the Forbidden City. Her pupils contracted slightly, and she whispered:

"They're here."

The fat man had just breathed a sigh of relief when she paused, startled by her words: "What? It's here?"

Just then, a deafening cry that shook the heavens erupted from the direction of the Sea of ​​No Hope.

The sound was neither like a cow nor like thunder.

It traveled a great distance, penetrating the entire Forbidden City, causing the windows of all the buildings to vibrate and hum.

Even under the tea stalls outside, the surface of the teacups on the tables was rippling with dense waves.

The monks who had been talking loudly in the streets and alleys fell silent.

Whether you are a god or a demon, no matter what kind of race you are, you are all subject to a kind of innate bloodline suppression!

Those with lower cultivation levels were so frightened by this oppressive aura that their faces turned deathly pale, and even the flow of their blood became sluggish.

Even worse, some were pinned down and their faces were rubbed hard against the ground!

A rogue cultivator pointed to the distant, hopeless sea and sky, his voice trembling: "Dragon's might... This is a true dragon! This must be the legendary black true dragon!"

"What kind of strength is this? They actually swept all the way from the Hopeless Sea in the Northern Plains!"

Before the words were finished, the pitch-black, mirror-like surface of the Hopeless Sea suddenly exploded.

A five-clawed, black dragon, stretching for thousands of feet, soared into the sky from the deep sea.

The moment the dragon's body broke through the sea, towering waves surged to both sides, only to crash back onto the surface under the dragon's might, creating a cloud of mist.

Without pausing, he flicked his tail, and his entire dragon body, like a moving mountain range, sped along the edge of the dark mist surrounding the forbidden zone.

Several low, rumbling sounds emanated from the depths of the forbidden zone, as if something had been disturbed by this pure dragon's might.

But he didn't care at all. Instead of slowing down, he increased his speed. His dragon head, which resembled a camel, tore through the clouds and his dragon horns split the sky. He roared towards the Forbidden City.

Kong Shuyu raised her gaze upwards, as if she could see that terrifying being that created the world.

But there was no fear in her eyes, only a focused gaze as if she were facing an opponent.

Seeing her expression, the fat man subconsciously moved half a body to the side.

This woman is really becoming more and more dangerous.

Ever since I asked her about the extent of her ancient second method, she's stopped pretending at all.