With her spatial ability to raise beast husbands, the wicked female becomes the darling of the group

Chapter 533 Capture
Su Muyao felt that many things were suddenly clear.

Many of her previous doubts suddenly came together, making her understand what was really going on.

"There is also a trial ground beneath the Ice Wolf Clan's altar. The Ice Wolf Clan leader said that place leads to the origin of the Ice Wolf Clan."

"I don't know exactly where that originated."

After a moment's thought, the head of the Mei family guessed, "It's possible that the Ice Wolf Clan didn't live on that land before. They might have lived on other lands, and it might have been their earliest settlement."

"If we are determined to find the earliest tribal environment, it is possible that the earliest tribes may hold some important things about their people."

Su Muyao nodded; that explanation made sense.

Su Muyao discussed many things with the Mei family head and Madam Mei.

Knowing that Su Muyao was curious about the dragon beastmen, the head of the Mei family took her and Wen Nanxi to the clan's ancestral hall.

The Mei Family Ancestral Hall is a large, dedicated courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, you can see a wing room on the left. Looking through the door, you can see the life tablets of some members of the Mei family hanging on the wall.

There are even people specifically assigned to guard that place.

The head of the Mei family said, "Over there are the life tablets of the clansmen. As long as they are safe, the life tablets will remain lit."

"Once the token is made and blood is dripped onto it, it will show whether the clansmen are alive and well."

The system remarked, "No wonder the Mei family head wasn't worried when Mei Qingchen went into exile with you."

"At that time, the Mei family head and Madam Mei were very firm in their stance, which was to make Mei Qingchen firmly choose you."

"Now it seems that the Mei family not only had foresight, but also had a very strong foundation."

"No, to be precise, the Mei family can predict some things in advance; they know that the host is very strong."

Now Su Muyao has a new understanding of the Mei family's capabilities.

The Mei family head led Su Muyao and Wen Nanxi into the main house. There was a barrier blocking the way. The Mei family head placed the family head's token on the door, and the barrier opened and the door opened automatically.

Inside is the Mei Family Ancestral Hall, the place where the Mei family worships their ancestors.

After they entered, Su Muyao looked around at the walls but didn't see any images of dragon beastmen.

The head of the Mei family went inside and pressed a button, and a hidden door suddenly appeared in the wall behind him.

The head of the Mei family led them inside.

Upon entering, they discovered there was another room behind it.

There is also an offering table on the front table.

Su Muyao looked at it again, but there was still no portrait.

The head of the Mei family said, "It's in the innermost box."

"That portrait is also strange. Ordinary people cannot look directly at it. It seems to have spiritual power, which ordinary people's spiritual sea cannot withstand."

"So the portrait has been kept in the box."

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

Su Muyao nodded and slowly stepped forward.

The moment her fingertips touched the sandalwood painting box on the table, a cool yet intense aura spread from her fingertips.

Her fingers trembled.

This painting might really be strange.

But curiosity drove Su Muyao to continue her investigation.

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

The moment she gently unfurled the scroll, even the incense burning in the room seemed to sway in the breeze.

Although it was daytime, the room was closed off, so the sunlight couldn't get in, and there was only a lit candle inside.

The candlelight cast its glow on the silk, as if the portrait had absorbed some of its warmth. The painting had no elaborate background; only varying shades of ink were used to highlight the back of a man.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe with embroidered patterns on the hem. Upon closer inspection, these patterns were not ordinary; they seemed to carry auspicious rainbows, and as the gaze moved, the patterns appeared to flow slowly across the scroll.

His posture was as upright as a lone pine tree, yet he also carried a kind of nonchalant laziness.

His left shoulder slumped slightly, his right hand casually resting on the black jade pendant hanging from his waist. His black hair was simply tied up, with a few strands of long black hair falling to the side of his neck, the ends of which seemed to be covered with dew that had not yet dried, gleaming with a cold and moist luster under the candlelight.

Even though it was just a silhouette, Su Muyao vaguely sensed the man's hidden cold and alluring aura through the portrait.

That wasn't just superficial arrogance, but a tension hidden deep within one's very being.

It was as if he would turn to the side at any moment, his eyes slanting upwards as he looked over, his gaze filled with a smile that could steal one's soul.

Yet this sinister charm is also tinged with mystery. The brocade robe of the man in black in the portrait, and the black hair that falls behind him, are all perfectly placed, making it impossible to see his true face hidden behind his back, as if separated by a thick fog that can never be dispelled.

As Su Muyao was engrossed in watching, she suddenly heard a dragon's roar.

This was the first time Su Muyao had heard this sound, but she had a strange feeling that it was the sound of a dragon's roar.

It felt like it was coming from a distance, yet it seemed to resonate right in my ears.

Su Muyao was startled and tried to regain her senses, but her mind seemed to be captivated by the dragon's roar.

The dragon's roar was not a violent howl, but a gentle whisper with majesty, which made her heart tremble slightly.

Su Muyao's eyelashes trembled violently. Although she was looking at the portrait, her vision suddenly became blurry.

This time, she vaguely saw a strange image: a painting that clearly had no silhouettes was now filled with clouds.

Immediately afterwards, Su Muyao's mind seemed to enter the painting.

Then she saw a huge figure stretching out in the clouds on the horizon.

Su Muyao looked closely and then she could vaguely make out what it was.

That was actually the legendary dragon shadow, a black dragon no less.

Its scales gleamed black in the clouds, its horns were forged from cold iron, rugged and sharp, its body was wrapped in surging clouds, and its four claws trod on fragments of lightning.

Enveloped in clouds and mist, it did not fully reveal its form. Only when the dragon's body moved and its neck emerged from the clouds did its eyes appear.

Those dragon eyes were exquisitely beautiful, yet they carried a cold arrogance that looked down upon all living beings, easily captivating people's hearts.

Su Muyao was utterly shocked by what she saw.

The scene, which should have been an illusion, gave her a feeling of suffocation.

The black dragon's aura carried boundless majesty, a majesty that wasn't deliberately exuded but seemed to be innate.

At this moment, Su Muyao's mind seemed to be completely captivated.

"Dragon...you are a dragon beastman..."

Su Muyao opened her mouth as if to say something, but felt her gaze involuntarily fixed on him, as if her breath had been seized, and she didn't know what to say.

The dragon's shadow in the clouds seemed to see Su Muyao below the moment it lowered its head.

His pupils narrowed instantly, as if revealing a shimmering galaxy, and his imposing aura seemed to subside for a moment.

His enormous figure in the clouds slowly shrank.

Immediately afterwards, he leaped down from the sky and landed on the ground, transforming into human form.

Just like the man in black in the portrait, his long black hair cascaded down his back, as smooth and silky as a waterfall, and as he moved, it seemed as if he could stir up wind and clouds.

His figure was aloof, alluring, and mysterious.

The wind whipped up the hem of his black robe, making it flutter and shimmer in the light, exuding an indescribable air of dominance.

Even though he was keeping his aura contained and not releasing it outwards, people could still feel his innate domineering presence.

(End of this chapter)