One person established a clan

Chapter 165 Hug
"Are we going to keep holding hands like this?"

"If we let go now, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Flo bit her lip lightly, her voice barely audible: "But...won't that be too much trouble for Uncle?"

"It doesn't matter."

Su Cheng smiled calmly: "This move is also beneficial to me. You can hold on for as long as you want."

Flora's eyes flickered, concealing all her changing expressions behind her downcast hair.

"I'm glad Uncle doesn't mind."

"Alright, we can't just sit here idly forever."

Su Cheng tried to lift her up by the waist: "Can you still walk?"

Flora's body trembled slightly, suppressing the tingling warmth in her waist, and she responded softly, "Thanks to Uncle's guidance, I'm feeling better. It's just that I can't circulate my internal energy for the time being."

"Don't worry, you don't need to take any action."

Su Cheng shook their clasped hands: "With me protecting you, nothing will happen."

Flo remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

The Dragon Tomb is a vast and desolate place, where the mournful roar of a resentful dragon echoes among the jagged, bone-like peaks.

Three figures walked slowly through the burial wasteland. Su Cheng led the way with Fu Luo in front, while the puppet Jing followed behind.

He looked around with great interest and collected all the rare and precious materials he saw along the way.

Among them are many treasures of the highest quality, which are naturally not to be missed.

"There are also some fragments of spiritual treasures, but unfortunately most of them have lost their spiritual energy."

Su Cheng toyed with the broken half of the blade in his hand, lost in thought.

This place must have been an ancient battlefield a thousand years ago, which explains the many broken weapons.

"Xiao Fu, are you tired from walking this road?"

"Ok?"

Flo blinked, stunned. "Uncle just...called me?"

Su Cheng turned around and chuckled: "Who else can I talk to?"

"It was a bit of a surprise to be called 'Xiao Fu' for the first time."

At this point, Flora looked away again: "You don't need to worry, I'm not that weak."

"That's good."

Su Cheng put away the broken blade fragments, his gaze falling on the two people's clasped hands. "I see you're still wearing gloves, is that an old custom of Wenyou Mountain?"

Flora gently shook her head: "I don't like filth, so I feel more at ease wearing it."

Su Cheng nodded in understanding. It's understandable that a young woman likes to be clean.

"But it's this young lady next to Uncle."

Suddenly, Flora asked, "What was her relationship with you during her lifetime?"

Before his death?

How do you know?

Su Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is it because of the Netherworld entering the Holy Body?"

Seeing the girl nod, he simply replied, "Then let her be my Daoist partner."

"Taoist companion?"

Flora's beautiful eyes widened, her expression suddenly shifting. "What about that concubine?"

Su Cheng's expression was subtle. "What I said earlier was true; I did indeed only meet that senior once."

"But what if my aunt falls in love with you at first sight, and then gets along very well with you afterward?"

"If you can't bear to part with either of them, then marry them both."

Flo remained silent for a moment, then suddenly cast a piercing glance at him, her delicate lips moving slightly.

"I never imagined my uncle would be such a promiscuous person."

"We can't just be fickle and always want something new."

"Dirty."

Flora spoke with cold disdain, her gaze as if looking at filth.

Su Cheng was quite nonchalant, taking it as a joke between them, and casually asked, "What would Xiao Fu say if I told her that I have a marriage contract in Dongchen Kingdom?"

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Flora narrowed her dark red eyes, and after a moment she let out a cold snort: "It seems I have to keep a close eye on Uncle, lest you have affairs everywhere and make Auntie sad."

Su Cheng's lips curled slightly: "How will you keep an eye on them?"

"I won't tell you."

Flo glared at him lightly. "In any case, Uncle, please have some self-respect."

Su Cheng just smiled and didn't take it too seriously.

"Then I'll have to trouble you in the future."

"I," Flora said, her lips parting slightly before pursing them again, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

I never knew my uncle had such a frivolous side.
No wonder he not only offended the concubine, but also got entangled with several other girls.

She stole a glance at Su Cheng, and a strange sense of annoyance welled up inside her.

"What's wrong?" Su Cheng suddenly turned his smiling gaze.

Flo's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly looked away: "It's nothing."

She unconsciously stroked her veil, and the annoyance between her brows gradually faded, leaving only a barely audible hum.

[Distance from 'Hundred Rivers Dragon Vein': 108m]

After traversing more than ten miles of desolate wilderness, the three finally arrived at the location of the dragon vein.

Before the dark stone cave, Su Cheng looked up and surveyed for a moment before leading Fuluo and the puppet inside.

With a slight thought, the mysterious light and spiritual fire lit up one after another along both sides of the tunnel, reflecting the dragon patterns on the wall.

"Is what Uncle is looking for right here?"

Flora obediently followed beside her: "Is it a valuable spiritual treasure, or..."

“It’s a dragon vein,” Su Cheng replied casually. “My cultivation technique requires the assistance of a dragon vein.”

Flora was surprised to hear this, not expecting such a profound technique.

But she wisely refrained from asking any further questions and turned her gaze into the depths.

"I never expected there would be a dragon vein here. Hmm?"

Suddenly, the view opened up, and the three of them stepped into a spacious grotto.

Bookshelves and classics are scattered all around, and the files are messy, still bearing traces of life.

Su Cheng's gaze sharpened.

At the location of the dragon vein, a dragon throne carved from withered bones stands prominently.

Could this person be...?

Flora stared at the skeleton on the chair: "The Emperor of Baichuan back then?"

“It should be him.” Su Cheng stepped closer to examine the remains and saw that the paper and pen were still beside the skeleton, as if he was still writing before his death.

"excuse me."

He carefully picked up the ancient book, and immediately knew it was no ordinary item; no wonder it had been preserved so well to this day.

After flipping through a few pages, Su Cheng nodded secretly. This person had indeed recorded all his secrets from his lifetime here.

However, this is not the time for detailed reading.

He closed the ancient book and set it aside, then walked around the dragon throne and went deep into the grotto.

A stone dragon seems to coil among the dark rock walls, its scales clearly discernible.

The ferocious dragon head was so lifelike and imposing that it surprised Su Cheng.

It's unclear whether the emperor deliberately sculpted the dragon vein into this shape, or if it was naturally so.
While pondering, Su Cheng placed his palm on the dragon's head.

This dragon vein is crucial to the fate of the nation, and he wouldn't disregard the lives of the people and drain it dry.

However, extracting only a portion of the spiritual essence, just like dividing the spiritual veins of this secret realm, should not have a significant impact.

"Absorb. Hmm?"

Su Cheng's expression suddenly hardened.

Before even beginning to absorb the energy within the dragon vein, a chilling sensation suddenly surged into my heart.

[The 'Hundred Rivers Dragon Vein' has been detected. This dragon vein is slightly polluted.]

[The tainted energy of the resentful dragon: Dragon energy contaminated by the resentment of dragon corpses] [Can be absorbed and purified]

The dragon's head suddenly emitted a burst of light, and thick black energy surged out, instantly filling the entire grotto.

Su Cheng clicked his tongue, his five fingers loosely clenched. "Absorb."

The surging black energy quickly gathered back and flowed into his palm.

But before they could investigate the true nature of this turbid energy, a painful groan suddenly sounded from behind them.

Su Cheng turned around abruptly and saw Flora curled up, her face pale and covered in cold sweat.

"What are you-"

"I can endure it."

Flora bit her lip tightly, but swayed and collapsed to the ground, her veins bulging on her forehead from the effort.

Su Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he noticed that the soul power being transferred between his palms was in complete disarray, and he immediately understood.

The sudden eruption of resentful spiritual power within the cave far exceeded her tolerance limit. Her efforts to alleviate it with only the power circulating in her palms were woefully inadequate.

Thinking about it this way—

Su Cheng immediately grabbed Fu Luo's slender waist, lifted her up by the buttocks, and swiftly darted out of the cave.

"woo"

Flora clung tightly to his neck as if drowning, her jade-like legs unconsciously tightening around his waist.

A tear glistened in the corner of her eye, her pale face gradually regained its color, and her disordered breathing slowly calmed down.

The two were pressed tightly together, their round, snowy breasts squeezed beneath their wide black robes, swaying in exaggerated arcs with each breath.

After a long silence, Su Chengfang asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling any better now?"

".Um."

Her thick, black hair was buried against her chest, her body trembled uncontrollably, and only a soft, almost inaudible whisper of reluctance could be heard:

"Let me hold you a little longer."

(End of this chapter)