Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 242 - 134: Rain Dragon, Resounding Heavenly River (10,000 Words Delivered!)

"No, no one hopes for that. Everyone knows you're innocent."

Chengming chuckled, "If I'm innocent, why have I been confined here in Shilong Lane for three hundred years?"

"Because Princess Consort Ya is your sister."

Chengming squinted, "Yes, she is my sister."

"Chengming, we all hope this matter really has nothing to do with you."

"What a hope. As if you're with me."

"Indeed. Everyone hopes that the once dazzling Venerable Chengming can ring the Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell once more."

"We both know that's unrealistic. The Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell ought to sleep forever because this country doesn't deserve it to sound again."

Ji Wenrui paused, "Chengming, do you really have to speak so absolutely? If the Holy Emperor were here..."

"Is he here?"

"He's not. But, the Crown Prince is."

Ye Yixian emerged from the curtain of rain. He nodded and said, "Yixian greets the Great Venerable."

Chengming folded his arms and shook his head, "You shouldn't have come to see me."

Ye Yixian smiled and asked, "Why?"

"If you cherish your reputation, you shouldn't meet a criminal in the capacity of the Crown Prince."

"Great Li doesn't have such rules."

Chengming said, "The rules of Great Li are on the dragon throne."

Ye Yixian smiled and said, "The truth will come to light."

"Great Li will not have the truth."

"Why must the Great Venerable harbor such resentment towards Great Li?"

Chengming looked up, gazing at the pitch-black night sky, "If there were truth… three hundred years ago, it would have been an Imperial Dynasty. Once that opportunity is missed, it never comes again."

Ye Yixian stepped forward, his slender body as towering as a mountain, "There's still a chance."

Chengming focused his gaze on him.

Ye Yixian remained unaffected by such a look, "Two years ago, I traveled to the Little South Continent. There I met an interesting person. Mr. He said he might become the one to ease the tension for Great Li."

"Little South Continent?" Chengming found it hard to believe that such a remote place would produce such a person, yet these words were from Mr. He, that... He Youyi, Mr. He.

"Yes, Little South Continent. The less noticeable the place, the more likely it is to produce events that cannot be ignored."

"But it has nothing to do with me."

"I just wish to tell the Great Venerable, please hold onto a shred of hope for this country."

Chengming laughed, "Such words, you should say to the Great Li People. The people are the foundation that forged this vast dynasty."

"The Great Venerable is also one of the Great Li People."

Chengming leaned against a wall, speaking in a relaxed manner, "Then I'll watch and see what kind of turnaround you can bring to this country."

Ye Yixian looked calm, "I believe we will surely see the day when the Great Venerable rings the Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell again."

The two bid farewell to the place, disappearing into the rain and darkness of night.

Chengming, after being lost in thought for a moment, walked into the back room. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He raised his hand and conjured a barrier, isolating himself from the outside world.

Then, he took out a black, ink-like iron hammer. The hammer was simple in design, yet its heavy historical feel seemed to have weathered thousands of years, having refined countless artifacts.

He stroked the hammerhead, murmuring, "Old friend, can you still forge? That Dragon-Soothing Sound..."

He closed his eyes, his breath instantly blending into nothingness, as if he were no longer there.

Half an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes, held the iron hammer above his head, and forcefully struck down.

This action was no different from other blacksmiths striking an anvil, yet at this moment, it seemed as if it was hammering a giant mountain.

His gaze was blazing, and his robust physique stood tall and mighty.

The black iron hammer struck fiercely into the void.

Dong!

A loud boom erupted, and a phantom of a giant dragon appeared slowly before quickly fading away.

As for Chengming, he had exhausted all his strength and collapsed to the ground. Yet he laughed, laughing like a child, "Still have some strength, not bad!"

...

"You're back." Fu Manman, hearing the footsteps, walked out of the room and stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking down.

"Hmm." Fan Wubing replied lightly.

"Chan'Er is already asleep." Fu Manman leaned on the railing with her elbows, her eyes wide open as she said.

Fan Wubing glanced at her, contemplating, then asked, "Have you broken through?"

Fu Manman smiled and nodded, "It's quite strange. Just thinking about breaking through, and it happened."

"I'm envious."

"What's there to envy?" Fu Manman rested her head on her arm, her hair falling to one side, flying in the wind.

The childishness on her face was becoming less, and perhaps she had gained some weight, she looked more pleasant.

Fan Wubing thought of saying, you're getting chubbier.

He guessed that saying so, she might toss and turn and not sleep tonight.

So he stopped and picked a pleasant phrase, "Really beautiful."

Fu Manman blinked and asked, "What's beautiful?"

Fan Wubing felt oddly awkward and looked up, saying, "The moonlight is beautiful."

Unfortunately, the weather was not cooperative.

No sooner had he spoken than clouds obscured the moon, and the rain curtain immediately fell from the sky.

Fu Manman, standing on the balcony, froze.

Fan Wubing, in the yard, also froze.

"Things don't always go as one wishes," Fu Manman laughed.

Fan Wubing rubbed his brow, took a deep breath, and directly activated the Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill.

The rain stopped falling in this little courtyard. He proudly raised an eyebrow at Fu Manman, "How about that?"

Fu Manman turned around, answering him, "Humans can't defy the will of heaven. It's just you then." With that, she went inside.

Fan Wubing retracted the Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill and went inside as well.

In the dead of night,

he sat in meditation on the bed, and the long-silent "Rain Dragon Heavenly River Sound" played in his mind.

This thing...

Does it really take a hundred years to learn?