Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 204 The Dragon-Slaying Family, the Crimson Emperor's Son, the Liu Family!
The black-clad leader's pupils constricted sharply. Without further hesitation, he ordered, "Kill him!"

The two men in black immediately raised their guns and fired. The modified weapons immediately spewed flames, and bullets whistled towards Wang Ye.

However, Wang simply took a step forward without any haste.

The concrete road in front of him shook violently, and a thick earthen wall instantly rose from the ground, blocking all the bullets with muffled thuds.

Words of power? No, that's not right!

There was no chanting! Nor was there any dragon rune fluctuation!

The men in black's expressions changed drastically; this was completely beyond their comprehension!

“The character '巽' represents wind rope and wind pressure.”

Wang Ye took another step and flicked his fingers lightly.

Strands of wind inexplicably appeared in the air, forming ropes that wrapped around the black-clad man's hands and feet as if they were alive.

Immediately afterwards, they felt incredibly heavy, as if they were sinking into a quagmire, and their movements became extremely slow, making even pulling the trigger incredibly difficult.

"What on earth is this..."

The black-clad leader was horrified. He desperately tried to activate his bloodline to resist this strange power, but found that he could not make any movements at all, not even chanting dragon script. It was as if he was completely suppressed by a higher level of energy.

Wang Ye strolled leisurely through the stagnant gunfire and sluggish enemy, reaching the wounded researcher and the unconscious woman.

He glanced at the box the researcher was clutching tightly, then at the woman's pale face.

"It seems you won't be able to take this or this young lady with you."

He turned around to face the group of men in black who seemed to be moving in slow motion, a hint of indifference flashing in his brilliant golden eyes.

"The Golden Watchman."

He uttered those three words softly.

In an instant, time in a region centered on him seemed to be forcibly slowed down dozens of times. All the movements of the men in black, the bullets flying, and even the dust raised became as slow as a snail crawling!

In this almost stagnant area, only Wang Ye continued to act as usual.

He slowly walked up to each of the men in black, deftly disarmed them, and then casually pressed down on a spot on the back of their necks.

When he returned to his original spot and dispelled the spell, the group of men in black collapsed limply to the ground, as if their bones had been removed, and completely lost consciousness.

Only the leader remained, barely maintaining a semblance of consciousness, but he was completely immobilized and could only stare at Wang Ye with eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

"Time... zero!"

He spoke with difficulty.

But how could this be? Those who possess the power of Time Zero are extremely rare. Only those with S-class bloodlines can possibly possess it. The most famous example is Angers, the dean of Kassel College.

Wang Ye walked up to him, squatted down, and stared at him calmly with his golden eyes: "Go back and give a message to the people who sent you."

"This thing."

He pointed to the box in the researcher's arms.

"With this person."

He then pointed to the unconscious woman.

"I'll keep it for now."

"If you want it, have your managers come to me in a more polite way. Stop trying to start a fight right away, sigh~"

After saying that, he ignored the other person's horrified look, got up and walked to the stunned researcher, showing him a smile as friendly as possible.

But those golden eyes, as bright as the sun, still made the smile look incredibly dignified.

"Sir, are you still able to walk? We need to find another place to talk, and while we're at it, let's stop this young lady's bleeding."

The researcher looked at the unconscious men in black scattered on the ground, then at Wang Ye's Taoist robe that seemed out of place with his surroundings and his inhuman pupils. His mind almost stopped thinking; he just instinctively hugged the box tighter and nodded subconsciously.

Wang Ye easily lifted the unconscious woman with one hand, then signaled the researcher to follow. The three of them quickly disappeared into the shadows deeper within the abandoned factory area.

All that remained was a mess and the barely conscious black-clad leader, bewildered in the night wind, wondering how he had managed to offend someone like this when he had only come out to steal something.

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The night wind swept through the empty factory, echoing like a sob, adding to the eeriness of the place.

The researcher stumbled along, glancing back every now and then, afraid the men in black would catch up. He clutched the silver box tightly to his chest, as if it were his life.

"Daoist... Daoist Master... no, sir..."

The researcher's voice trembled as he looked at the figure in the loose Taoist robe ahead, and at those eyes that still held a faint golden hue in the darkness. He asked worriedly, "What if they... what if they catch up?"

"Don't worry, he won't wake up anytime soon."

Wang Ye didn't even turn his head, his voice still carrying a hint of laziness, yet strangely reassuring, "But this young lady needs to have her wound treated quickly."

He found a relatively intact abandoned warehouse, with some unknown broken machinery piled up in the corner, but at least it could keep out the wind and rain.

Wang laid the unconscious woman flat on a relatively clean surface. She was pale, breathing weakly, and blood was slowly seeping from the wound on her arm.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and gently brushed them across several acupoints on her arm, transferring a barely perceptible wisp of primordial energy to temporarily seal the blood vessels and slow the bleeding.

He reached into the sleeve of the seemingly empty Taoist robe and actually pulled out a small porcelain bottle, pouring out some brown powder and sprinkling it on the wound.

"It's a temporary hemostatic agent, and it works alright," he explained simply, then looked at the researcher who was still nervously clutching the box. "Do you have a handkerchief or a clean strip of cloth?"

The researcher paused for a moment, then hurriedly pulled a relatively clean cotton handkerchief from his lab coat pocket. Wang Ye took it and deftly bandaged the woman's wound.

After doing all this, he straightened up and his gaze fell on the silver box bearing the World Tree emblem.

"Now, can you tell me what happened?"

Wang Ye found a broken piece of cement pipe and sat down, looking at the researchers: "Who are you? And who are they? What treasure is in this box that's worth all this trouble?"

The researcher swallowed hard. The young man in front of him had saved him, and his golden eyes clearly showed that he was a hybrid. Although his appearance was bizarre and beyond common sense, and he had saved them, his years of professional habits and confidentiality regulations still made him hesitate.

After all, what if the other party is just putting on an act with that group of people?
"I... my name is Zhang Mao, and I'm a member of the Equipment Department at Kassel College." He introduced himself first, carefully observing Wang Ye's reaction.

Wang nodded, signaling him to continue. The Equipment Department of Kassel College, a place known for its explosions and unreliability, is officially the Institute for Applied Alchemy and Scientific Engineering.

Located 120 meters underground within the academy, the facility is equipped with nine layers of composite protective isolation, capable of withstanding attacks from mushroom eggs and Dragon King-level targets.

The institute currently has about 100 members, all of whom are male. The director is Akadullah Ahmed Mohammed Farrug, and the deputy director, Karl, was praised by the principal, Angers, as "the person with the strongest sense of logic."

Its core function is to transform scientific and alchemical theories into practical equipment. 90% of its research results are explosives, hence it is jokingly called a "bomb maniac concentration camp".

Wang Ye is quite interested in it; he might go and see it if he has the chance in the future.

"This is Shudeya, an intern in the Executive Department."

Zhang Mao pointed to the unconscious woman, "We were secretly escorting this 'goods' to a temporary base in Binhai City for the handover. Unexpectedly, the news leaked and we were attacked."

"Who was the attacker?"

"I don't know."

Zhang Mao shook his head, his face showing fear and confusion. "Their modus operandi is very professional, their firepower is strong, and their bloodlines seem to be quite high. They don't seem like ordinary degenerate mixed-race gangs; they're more like... more like..."

"More like what?" Wang Ye pressed.

“It’s more like assassins secretly trained by some family,” Zhang Mao said in a low voice. “But I’m not sure. Their goal is very clear: to steal this box!”

Wang Ye's golden eyes flickered slightly.

China is an ancient land, and its people consider themselves descendants of the dragon. Compared to the ostentatious displays of foreign organizations, the people of China are much more humble, like an iceberg lurking beneath the deep sea.

No one can say for sure how many mixed-race families are hidden in its rich history; even the original Dragon Raja novels could not describe them all in detail.

In short, the water is deep, but not so deep that it's unfathomable.

So, what's inside the box?

Zhang Mao hugged the box tightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "It is a piece of ancient experimental data. It is said to have been obtained during an archaeological expedition in China. It is extremely valuable and may involve some secrets of the dragon bloodline. The ministry has asked us to deliver it safely."

"Experimental data?"

Wang Ye stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

Did ancient China explore the use of dragon blood?

His gaze swept over the World Tree symbol on the box again, then he looked at the unconscious Shudeya and the panicked Zhang Mao.

"Where is the Kassel College headquarters? I'll take you there."

Zhang Mao gave an address, the name of a high-end hotel in the city. "Our original contact should be waiting for us there."

“Alright.” Wang Ye stood up. “Can we leave? We shouldn’t stay here any longer.”

Zhang Mao nodded hurriedly and tried to help Jiu Deya to her feet. Seeing this, Wang Ye easily carried Jiu Deya on his back: "You're in charge of watching the box and stick close to me."

The three of them once again slipped into the night.

Wang Ye's movements were extremely strange. He seemed slow, but he always managed to skillfully avoid all possible bright and open areas, weaving through the ruins and shadows as if he were in his own water.

Zhang Mao struggled to keep up, and his opinion of Wang Ye rose even higher.

Just as they were about to leave the industrial area, with sparse woods and distant city lights ahead, Wang Ye suddenly stopped.

"Tsk."

He uttered a syllable indicating trouble.

Zhang Mao's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Wang did not answer, but slowly put down the wine deer on his back and handed it to Zhang Mao for support.

He turned around, facing a deep darkness. His golden eyes, which had just calmed down, blazed brightly again, even more dazzling and majestic than before, as if molten lava flowed within them.

"I've been watching the show for a while now, my friend."

Wang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the night clearly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible seriousness, "Aren't you going to come out and say hello?"

In the darkness ahead, the air seemed to distort.

A tall, slender figure slowly walked out.

He wore a well-tailored black trench coat, his face was so handsome it was almost otherworldly, his skin was pale, and his pair of reddish-gold pupils seemed to contain an instinctive arrogance.

"I didn't expect to encounter someone who could sense me in a place like this. Your methods... Time Zero? No, it doesn't seem so."

His gaze swept over Wang Ye's Taoist robe, a hint of inquiry flashing in his crimson-gold pupils: "Judging from your attire, you're a member of the Taoist sect? I wonder which lineage you belong to, and why you're getting involved in tonight's events?"

Wang Ye yawned, seemingly lazy, but the light in his golden eyes did not diminish in the slightest: "A man from the mountains, not worth mentioning. But brother, you've been watching the show for so long, are you planning to continue watching, or are you planning to step onto the stage and perform yourself?"

The man chuckled softly, his pale, slender fingers gently adjusting his cuffs: "I am Liu Zhaochen, a member of the Liu family of Shenzhou. This matter involves some secrets within the mixed-blood race of Shenzhou."

“Although you are no ordinary person, you are still an outsider. Hand over the two people behind you and what they are holding to me, and I can guarantee your safe departure.”

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, as if he were born to give orders.

Wang Ye looked at the man's face; his forehead bones were faintly prominent, revealing a dragon-like appearance in the dim light. He couldn't help but frown: "The Liu family? The son of the Red Emperor, the Liu of Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty?"

The Liu family, a mixed-race clan, began their dragon-slaying mission two thousand years ago, the most famous of whom was Emperor Guangwu of Han, Liu Xiu.

According to the Fragments of the Ice Sea, the fiefdom of the King of Bronze and Fire was located in Northern Europe, where the first bronze city was built amidst the ice and snow.

One day before Christ, their records disappeared. Two thousand years ago, the Norton brothers, who had vanished from Northern Europe, arrived in China during the transition from the Western Han Dynasty to the Eastern Han Dynasty. Norton, under the alias Li Xiong, became a subordinate of Gongsun Shu, a powerful warlord at the time.

In the autumn of 24 AD, Gongsun Shu had basically controlled the Bashu region. Norton, who was then serving as the Chief Clerk, advised Gongsun Shu to "change his title to appease the people."

Gongsun Shu then declared himself King of Shu and established his capital in Chengdu. Later, Gongsun Shu was persuaded to "assume the throne so that people from afar may have a place to rely on." At the same time, Gongsun Shu manipulated a dragon attendant to perform a scene where "a dragon would emerge from his palace and shine brightly at night," demonstrating the power of dragons and encouraging Gongsun Shu to become emperor.

In April of 25 AD, the first year of the Longxing era, Gongsun Shu declared himself emperor and appointed Norton as Grand Minister of Works. Norton built a bronze city, similar to those in Northern Europe, in the area of ​​present-day Baidi City along the Yangtze River, as his palace.

In the twelfth year of the Longxing era, Liu Xiu entered Sichuan. In November, Gongsun Shu died in battle. The Eastern Han army and the Dragon Slayer Clan of that time attacked Norton Palace during the dry season of the Yangtze River. Baidi City was destroyed by the Word Spirit Candle Dragon.

Norton and Constantine, on the other hand, cocooned themselves and hid in the Bronze City, and the rest is history.

Norton hatched prematurely but did not regain his memories. He drifted to the United States and was adopted. He was named Ronald Don, dropped out of high school and lived in a poor neighborhood in Brooklyn, making a living by taking on bounty hunter missions.

It can be said that the Liu family came extremely close to successfully slaying the Dragon King!
(End of this chapter)