Chapter Ninety-Five: You May Call Me the Clan Head

Tang Nai leaned on his sword-cane, breathing a little hard.

He stared at the Black Dragon King, who was flapping away into the sky, trying to flee Jinling City, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He wanted very much to give chase.

But he knew that even if he pursued it, he would find it hard to bring the Black Dragon King under control.

This Black Dragon King had not gone all out in their battle. It was an elite city-destroyer class dream demon, its strength unfathomably deep.

If he angered it further, he feared he would bring unnecessary trouble upon Jinling City.

So Tang Nai decided to report it to the Dreamwalker Association later and have them place a bounty on it.

What mattered most now was rushing to Jinling City First Hospital to find out exactly what had happened there.

Why had the miniature divine core suddenly vanished after being detonated?

Tang Nai could not make sense of it.

Though it was good news for him, the unknown always stirred a trace of unease within him.

Moreover, he had no idea what the situation was like at the hospital. He did not know whether the miniature divine core had truly been suppressed, or whether it might explode again.

He had to hurry there, to the most dangerous front line.

That was the responsibility he owed as chairman of the Jinling City Dreamwalker Association.

As chairman, when Jinling City faced its gravest crisis, he had to stand on the front line!

For his very existence

was the shield protecting Jinling City!

However,

just as Tang Nai no longer bothered himself with the Black Dragon King...

Far away, the Black Dragon King, which had flown hundreds of meters into the air,

suddenly seemed as though its wings had been struck off. The shadow of the black dragon dispersed, and it dropped straight down to the ground.

After rolling once, it slammed into a full prostration on the ground...

Tang Nai: "..."

What was this supposed to mean?

Tang Nai, who had been about to leave, had no choice but to shoot forward again and appear before the Black Dragon King.

The Black Dragon King lay there in full prostration, trembling all over, shaking uncontrollably, too frightened even to move.

It looked as though it had been scared out of its wits.

But Tang Nai was a little puzzled, a little baffled. Just now... what had frightened it?

"Arrest me."

"Please."

The Black Dragon King slowly lifted its head and looked at Tang Nai as it spoke.

Tang Nai's face remained expressionless.

He had never seen a dream demon make such an outrageously brazen request.

Even so, he still took out the shackles without hesitation and arrested the Black Dragon King. The shackles were special tools developed by the Dreamwalker Association, with the ability to suppress dream spirits.

Once those shackles were on, the Black Dragon King would never be able to turn over or struggle again.

What left Tang Nai speechless was that the Black Dragon King did not play any tricks.

It really did obediently let Tang Nai arrest it.

Tang Nai: "..."

Being this proactive really was a little hard to get used to.

Somehow, he seemed to have caught a dragon without even noticing it.

And after its arrest, tears of a narrow escape streamed down the Black Dragon King's face.

...

...

On the top floor of Jinling City First Hospital.

Du Fang, with silver hair spilling down around him, looked indifferently at the Black Dragon King, which was kneeling in total submission on the ground, its forehead pressed to the floor as it cried out surrender.

Facing such a spineless creature,

Silver-haired Du Fang tilted his head slightly and, with disgust, closed his eyes.

Something like that

was simply nauseating to eat.

Since it had surrendered, then from this day forward it would be a slave and servant.

When he opened his eyes again, golden patterns interwove within Silver-haired Du Fang's pupils, forming a design that seemed to strike across space itself, crossing several kilometers in an instant and crashing fiercely into the soul of the prostrate Black Dragon King.

After that, Silver-haired Du Fang no longer bothered with this coward who would not even dare to fight.

He turned his gaze to Luo Luo and the pink pig plush Qiqi.

Luo Luo bared her teeth in a well-behaved smile.

The pink pig plush was kneeling on the ground as well, devout and respectful.

In Luo Luo's blood-streaked eyes, Silver-haired Du Fang was reflected there, filled with awe and affection.

His golden eyes were like the rising sun, so brilliant that no one dared look straight at them.

He lowered his gaze to his own body, then stepped forward little by little to the rooftop of the hospital.

His golden eyes looked out into the distance. The scarlet curtain in the sky began to crumble and vanish bit by bit, and the people trapped within the dream disaster began to wake one after another.

The rain in the heavens also slowly disappeared.

Colorful neon lights returned to view.

Silver-haired Du Fang saw the lights of countless homes and the bustle of human life.

"So this is the mortal world."

Silver-haired Du Fang seemed to sigh.

Then he turned to look at the hand of his wife resting on his shoulder,

and then at Luo Luo and the pig plush Qiqi in the distance.

A faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he let out a low laugh.

"I must continue my slumber, or else... they will come looking."

"This time, the little fireworks have restored me a little, but it is still not enough... I want fireworks. I need more and more fireworks."

Silver-haired Du Fang lowered his eyelids, as if about to fall back into sleep.

He murmured softly,

as though speaking to someone.

"Bring me... more... fireworks..."

"Hm..."

By the time he finished speaking, he had already started to snore.

Luo Luo and Qiqi the pig plush spoke respectfully.

"Farewell, Patriarch."

Then the silver hair covering Silver-haired Du Fang's head instantly faded, turning back to black.

The blood-red overcoat, that crimson state, also dissipated, returning to black.

Between heaven and earth,

that terrifying pressure vanished without a trace.

In the distance,

Zhang Changlin, who had not dared even breathe, finally let out a long breath.

"Fireworks... You call the explosion of a miniature divine core... fireworks?"

Only now did Zhang Changlin find the mood to complain.

But just after he did,

the blood-dripping hand of his wife, he did not know when, floated up in front of his face.

As Zhang Changlin slowly turned his head, it slammed down with a roar!

With a bang, Zhang Changlin was slapped straight into the wall.

He was beaten again.

"You are all Du Fang's family. Old Zhang won't stoop to your level."

"Hit me if you want, but next time could you at least avoid the face?"

Tears of humiliation silently streamed down Zhang Changlin's face.

In his eyes,

Luo Luo, Qiqi the pig plush, and the bloody hand all disappeared, no longer manifesting in reality.

But Zhang Changlin faintly felt a chill creeping around him,

as though a blood-red hand were always hovering beside his face, ready at any moment to make his already meager looks even worse.

Zhang Changlin slowly pulled his body back out from the wall.

He looked at Du Fang, who stood motionless in place with his eyes closed.

At this moment, Du Fang no longer carried that terrifying oppressive force,

but Zhang Changlin still did not dare underestimate him in the slightest.

"Something like Su Jiuming? A monster hidden inside his body..."

"But the monster inside Su Jiuming, compared with the monster inside Du Fang... that is nothing but a world of difference!"

Zhang Changlin took a deep breath.

He had seen the monster inside Su Jiuming once.

Though it was indeed terrifying, it was nowhere near capable of giving him such a crushing sense of pressure and suffocation.

He looked at Du Fang,

then slowly walked up in front of him.

Seeing Du Fang standing there with his eyes shut and not moving at all, Zhang Changlin rubbed his hands together and cautiously reached out one finger to test beneath Du Fang's nose.

"Hm, still breathing... looks like he isn't dead."

Zhang Changlin let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly,

his expression changed. A wave of eerie chill erupted before his face.

Bang!

Zhang Changlin was slapped again and embedded into the wall...

The corners of his eyes and nostrils both betrayed him, leaking crooked streams of liquid.

He had not even spoken ill of Du Fang.

He had only checked whether Du Fang was dead...

So that counted as an offense too?

Du Fang, just how petty are your family members?

...

...

Du Fang felt as though he were standing upon a lake of absolute stillness.

The surface of the water had not the slightest ripple, reflecting his figure.

He lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the mirrorlike water, those silver locks falling to his waist, making his already flawless appearance seem even colder and more aloof.

"The fireworks taste pretty good. Bigger fireworks are even more nourishing."

The silver-haired Du Fang in the lake mirror spoke slowly.

Du Fang was stunned. Fireworks?

What was that supposed to mean?

The miniature divine core?

You call a miniature divine core fireworks?

That really is... romantic.

"Find more fireworks... The more the better. Every time I manifest, there is a cost."

Silver-haired Du Fang said again.

Du Fang: "Mm-hmm."

Then silence fell.

Neither side seemed to know what else to say.

"How should I address you?" Du Fang asked curiously.

Silver-haired Du Fang looked at him, his golden eyes radiant and gentle.

"I am you, and you are I. If you insist on giving me a title, then call me..."

"Patriarch."

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