Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 587 - 37 Survivors

Austin, departing, was oblivious to all that happened behind him.

At this moment,

he utilized the Power of Space, traversing millions of kilometers, arriving at a Cultivation City.

Spanning the void, the massive force around him contracted like a Vast Sea, transforming into an unremarkable man in a green robe, suddenly appearing amidst the hustle and bustle on the street.

"Selling buns!"

"Chaos, five Wen Coins for a bowl of wonton!"

"Come and take a look..."

Amidst the clamor of human voices, there were cries of venders, shouts, cheers, and children's laughter.

In this crowded street,

Austin's figure appeared so suddenly, like a ghost.

Yet, such a bizarre sight went unnoticed by the pedestrians around, as if they had seen nothing.

Not the slightest sense of awareness.

Blending silently into the crowd, Austin's Spiritual Power began to disperse.

With the Celestial Secret Calculation bestowed by his understanding of plum blossom divination, Austin could sense that within this city, there was someone with great fate related to him, akin to a strategic chess piece.

Of course, this chess piece was only incidental.

With Austin's ability, he could easily create an encounter, fostering a group of strong ones; a single chess piece was not worth crossing millions of kilometers just to come here.

The real reason for coming was based on certain information viewed from a future perspective.

"It seems the timing is perfectly right, neither too early nor too late."

The intangible Divine Sense spread across the void, enveloping the entire city, perceiving certain happenings in a particular direction. Austin, disguised as the man in green, displayed a cryptic smile.

Star City, controlled and governed by three great clans over this vast town.

At this time,

the Fang Family residence.

A defiant and resentful voice erupted, echoing throughout the Fang Family estate:

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, don't underestimate a poor youth! Murong Xue, the dishonor you brought to me, Fang Yan, today will surely be repaid a hundredfold in the future! Three years from now, I will seek justice from you at the Wind and Thunder Hall!"

Inside the Fang Family's reception hall, Fang Yan clutched his wound, defiantly staring at the sword-wielding girl before him amidst the gazes of all present.

Fang Yan, the legitimate son of the Fang Family, one of Star City's three great clans.

Gifted in his youth, yet inexplicably losing all his True Qi at the age of ten, becoming a disabled person.

His childhood betrothed, Murong Xue, now had joined the Wind and Thunder Hall, becoming the True Disciple of its master.

Today,

With drastically different statuses between them, Murong Xue arrived at the Fang Family accompanied by stewards from Wind and Thunder Hall to break off the engagement.

Thus, this scene unfolded.

"The breakup trope indeed. Thinking back to some period's fantasy novels, eight out of ten would start with a discarded genius breaking off an engagement..."

On the street, with few flickers, Austin arrived before the Fang Mansion.

In his thoughts, there was a faint trace of nostalgia.

Memories like the wind, cannot be recalled.

"Hey, fellow in the green robe, who are you?"

The guard at the gate,

seeing Austin suddenly appearing in front of him, showed extreme vigilance.

Yet in the next moment,

the figure before him disappeared suddenly.

"What, what's going on here?"

"Why did it vanish? Where did it go?"

"Hiss, could it be a ghost sighting?"

Suddenly seeing a fully grown man appear then vanish, wiping his eyes, confirming that no one was before them.

The eerie scene that unfolded in broad daylight sent a shiver down the guard's spine,

making him feel cold all over.

...

At this moment,

in the Fang Family's secluded courtyard, the seldom-trodden back mountain.

"Why! Why! Why!"

An angry Fang Yan disregarded his injuries, punching a large rock over and over, blood flowing without any awareness.

The humiliation he had endured over the years, the mocking from clan members, the scornful looks from passersby, at this moment exploded entirely due to Murong Xue's renouncement. The pain in his heart couldn't be compared to the minor physical anguish he felt.

"Boy, how can sparrows understand the aspirations of swans; the views of a group of ants, what do they matter."

A hoarse, low voice suddenly resounded nearby,

then appeared an old man, white-haired and exuding an aura of immortality, floating arrogantly in the void above, looking indifferently at Fang Yan venting below.

In the ensuing conversation, Fang Yan learned that this elder was the remnant spirit of a formidable figure from ancient times.

Being slain in a great battle, only a shred of spirit attached to this ring remained, continuing feebly.

Fang Yan's loss of True Qi and his fall into ruin was due to unconsciously devouring the True Qi he had painstakingly cultivated when the spirit was recovering.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan was extremely furious, the years of grievance bursting forth.

Yet ultimately, wisdom comes with age. With just a few words of advice, analyzing the situation made Fang Yan calm down.

Afterward,

they agreed that the elder's remnant spirit would help him become strong,

but simultaneously, when Fang Yan reached a certain Realm in the future, he was to help restore the soul, allowing it to be reborn.

Thus,

Fang Yan willingly performed three bows before the elder's soul body, calling him master. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The elder's soul body, faintly visible in mid-air, stroked his long beard,

his white hair fluttering, displaying a certain immortal demeanor.

"Good, rise, since you're willing to call me master, I naturally...."

But before he could finish, his calm voice abruptly halted.

Suddenly,

a great terror gripped him, boundless coldness covering him, causing his hairs to stand on end!

Danger!

In an instant,

behind the elder in the void, a figure clad in green had already emerged, the space mirroring waves like glass seemingly on the brink of shattering.

"Who are you!"

The elder's soul body fixed its gaze on the young man before him, his heart plummeting into an ice cave.

Terrifying!

The sense of foreboding screamed – this was an immensely terrifying existence!

With one slight mishap, he feared the next moment might lead to demise!

But no!

Upon closer sensing, it suddenly became apparent that the aura of the man in green wasn't as vast and terrifying as imagined.

At the peak of the Nether Realm, close to Celestial Being?

His heart slightly relaxed.

Yet he did not dare lower his guard.

Just the fact that the other appeared silently behind him was enough reason for cautious regard!

"Who I am is not important; what matters is who you are..."

Austin stood lightly within the void, his green robe fluttering, an intangible, insubstantial force pervading the void, akin to a being among immortals.

A crisp voice, like water rippling.

"Gu Zhenyuan, a survivor from the Immortal Road rivalry a thousand years ago; maybe back then you weren't one of those peerlessly talented, dominating an era geniuses, nor were you the monstrous prodigy who won the final battle to prove the path and become immortal."

"But it's been a thousand years."

"You, survived."