Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite-Chapter 537 - 533: Enraptured

Su Muyao suddenly felt that many things had been clarified.

Many past doubts suddenly connected, allowing her to understand what was truly happening.

"There is also a Trial Ground beneath the Ice Wolf Clan’s altar, and the leader of the Ice Wolf Clan said that place leads to the ancestral origin of the Ice Wolf Clan."

"I’m not sure what kind of place that origin is."

The Mei Family Master thought for a moment, then speculated, "It could be that the Ice Wolf Clan did not originally live on that land, perhaps they lived on another land, possibly their earliest tribal settlement."

"If one is fixated on finding the earliest tribal environment, it’s possible that something of great importance to the clan is hidden there."

Su Muyao nodded, which could indeed explain it.

Su Muyao communicated many things with the Mei Family Master and Mrs. Mei.

The Mei Family Master knew Su Muyao was curious about the Dragon Beastman, so he brought her and Wen Nanxi to the ancestral hall of the clan.

The Mei Family Ancestral Hall was a dedicated large courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, one could see a side room on the left. Looking through the door, they saw the wall inside decorated with Life Tokens of the Mei Family Members.

There were also dedicated people guarding there.

The Mei Family Master said, "Those are the Life Tokens of the clan members. As long as there’s no issue, the Tokens will show as lit."

"Once a Token is made and blood is dripped on it, it can show whether the clan member is alive and well."

The system sighed, "No wonder when Mei Qingchen went into exile with you back then, the Mei Family Master was not worried."

"At that time, the Mei Family Master and Mrs. Mei were firm in their stance, making Mei Qingchen resolutely choose you."

"Looking at it now, the Mei Family not only had foresight but also deep foundations."

"No, to be precise, the Mei Family can predict some things in advance; they knew the host was strong."

Now Su Muyao had a new understanding of the Mei Family’s ability.

The Mei Family Master led Su Muyao and Wen Nanxi into the main house. There was a Barrier blocking it, and the Mei Family Master placed the Family Head Order against the door. The Barrier opened, and the door also opened automatically.

Inside was the Mei Family Ancestral Hall, a place for the Mei Family to honor their ancestors.

Upon entering, Su Muyao looked around at the walls but didn’t see any painting of the Dragon Beastman.

The Mei Family Master went inside and pressed a mechanism button, and a hidden door suddenly appeared on the wall behind.

The Mei Family Master led them inside.

Upon entering, they discovered another room behind.

A table directly opposite also had an offering table.

Su Muyao looked again and still didn’t see any paintings.

The Mei Family Master said, "It’s kept inside the box at the very back."

"That painting is peculiar. Ordinary people cannot look directly at it, as it seems to have spiritual force, and an average Spirit Sea cannot withstand it."

"That’s why the painting is kept in the box."

"Mu Yao, if you want to see it, you can take it out to look."

Su Muyao nodded and slowly stepped forward.

When her fingertip barely touched the purple sandalwood painting box on the table, a refreshing yet fiery aura spread along her fingertip.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

This painting might indeed be strange.

But curiosity drove Su Muyao to continue her exploration.

She opened the box and took out the scroll inside, then slowly unfolded it.

As she gently unrolled the scroll, the incense burning in the room seemed to be stirred by a breeze.

Even though it was daytime, the room was sealed off, with sunlight unable to penetrate, and only the candlelight inside.

The halo from the candlelight fell on the silk, and it seemed to draw away some of the warmth from the painting.

The painting lacked a complex background, simply using varying shades of ink to highlight the man’s silhouette.

He wore a black brocade robe, with some patterns embroidered on its hem, which upon closer inspection seemed not to be ordinary designs but ones carrying the auspiciousness of a rainbow. As the eyes moved, those patterns seemed to gently flow across the scroll.

His stance was as upright as a solitary pine on a peak, yet accompanied by a certain nonchalant laziness.

His left shoulder slightly dipped, with his right hand casually resting on the ink Jade Pendant hanging from his waist. His black hair was simply tied up, with a few strands of dark hair cascading down beside his neck, the tips seemingly wet with dew, reflecting a cold sheen under the candlelight.

Even though it was just a silhouette, in a trance, Su Muyao felt the hidden chilling allure of this man through the painting.

It wasn’t just superficial aloofness, but a tension buried deep in his bones and blood.

It seemed as if any moment, he would turn slightly, the ends of his eyes lifting to look over, his gaze carrying a bewitching smile capable of capturing one’s soul.

Yet this captivating charm was laced with mystery, as every detail of the black-clothed man in the painting and the black hair cascading down his back was just right, rendering his true face obscured behind the silhouette, seemingly shrouded in a dense fog that could never be dispersed.

As Su Muyao was engrossed in looking, a dragon’s roar suddenly echoed in her ears.

This was the first time Su Muyao heard this sound, yet she weirdly felt it was indeed a dragon’s roar.

Clearly, there was a timeless distance, yet it reverberated right by her ear.

Su Muyao’s heart trembled, wanting to come back to her senses, but her conscience seemed captivated by the dragon’s roar.

The dragon’s roar was not a violent howl but a dignified chant, causing her chest to tremble slightly.

Su Muyao’s lashes quivered intensely. Although she was looking at the painting, her vision became disoriented.

This time, in her confusion, she saw a strange influence. Obviously, the scroll with no silhouette now had clouds.

Soon after, it seemed as if Su Muyao’s consciousness entered the scroll.

Then she saw a gigantic silhouette stretching on the clouds in the sky.

Focusing her eyes, she faintly discerned what it was.

It turned out to be the legendary dragon’s shadow, and it was a Black Dragon.

Its scales shimmered with a black luster amidst the clouds, its horns forged like cold iron, sharp and robust, its Dragon Body entwined with roiling clouds, its four claws stepping on scattered flashes of lightning.

Enshrouded by mist, it did not fully reveal its form, but when the dragon body moved and its neck emerged from the clouds, its eyes were revealed.

Those dragon eyes were stunning as a painting yet carried a commanding aloofness capable of entrancing souls.

Witnessing this scene, Su Muyao’s heart and mind were profoundly shaken.

Though it should have been an illusory vision, at this moment, it instilled a suffocating feeling in her.

The Black Dragon’s aura carried immense majesty, not deliberately exuded but Innate.

At this moment, it seemed as though Su Muyao’s entire consciousness was captivated.

"Dragon... you’re a Dragon Beastman..."

Su Muyao tried to speak, but felt as though her whole being was uncontrollably drawn to him, her breath caught, and she didn’t know what to say.

The moment the dragon shadow in the clouds lowered its head, it seemed to have spotted Su Muyao below.

Its pupils instantly became vertical, appearing to reveal the glistening starry sky, and its commanding aura seemed to retract briefly.

In the clouds, its gigantic form gradually shrank.

Swiftly, it leaped down from the sky to the ground, transforming into a human form.

Just like the black-clothed man in the painting, his black hair cascaded down his back like a smooth waterfall, stirring wind and clouds as he moved.

His form was aloof, captivating, yet enigmatic.

The wind lifted his black robe sleeves, flapping noisily, catching the light as if sparkling with an indescribably imposing black radiance.

Even though he held his aura inwardly at the moment, without external release, one could still feel his natural imposing presence.