One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

A massive underwater palace, carved from natural crystal and jade and hidden deep beneath the surface, suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Although the mansion is underwater, it is surrounded by aquatic plants that emit a faint glow.

You can even see some fist-sized turtles leisurely crawling on the jade steps.

Shen Zhong was the first to step onto the steps of the Water Palace.

He didn't take it lightly; he pulled out an exquisite wooden animal carving from his waist and placed it on the ground.

After landing, the little beast sniffed around like a living creature, ran around the gate of the Water Mansion, and finally quietly lay down on the edge of the steps.

"Ancestor, there are no formations or traps," Shen Zhong reported in a low voice.

Shen Yan nodded slightly and climbed the steps.

Shen Que sneezed without any regard for his image, quickly pulled out a warm talisman from his pocket and stuck it to his chest before he could catch his breath.

"This wretched waterway is really driving this old man crazy."

As he wrung the water out of his clothes, he looked around at the unique underwater mansion, his eyes filled with amazement.

"Gathering water to form a pool, avoiding water to build a residence. It truly deserves to be the abode of a dragon. Such natural creation is even more magnificent than the underground ancestral hall that our Shen family spent a hundred years building."

Behind him, Shen Yichen stepped onto the stone platform at a leisurely pace.

"Grandpa has suffered."

Shen Yichen smiled and handed over a small insulated water bottle.

"This underground river is dangerous. If it weren't for your efforts in activating the Water-Repelling Pearl, we mortals would probably have been swept into the whirlpool and crushed long ago."

"Stop flattering me." Shen Que took the water bottle, took a sip, and his expression softened considerably.

Shen Zhong walked to Shen Yichen's side, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the water mansion.

"Third Young Master, the earth energy is very strong, but..."

Shen Zhong lowered his voice, his tone revealing a rare hint of hesitation.

"It seems that I haven't sensed the powerful pressure that belongs to a true dragon."

At this moment, Shen Yan was already standing in front of everyone.

His moon-white robe remained dry, clean, and spotless even after a long journey through the underground river.

The protective Qi flows over it, keeping all water stains and cold air out.

This unfathomable level of cultivation is enough to leave the vast majority of extraordinary individuals in the world far behind.

"Be careful, it might be a trap."

Shen Yan tucked his hands into his sleeves, his eyes slightly darkening.

“True dragons are proud and aloof by nature, with an extremely strong sense of territory. It's impossible for them to be unaware that we have so brazenly intruded into their water palace.”

"Chong'er, scout ahead."

"Yes, old man."

Without uttering a single word, Shen Zhong gripped two short, jet-black daggers in his hands, his figure blending into the darkness like a shadow, and crept along the stone wall toward the inner chamber deep within the water mansion.

Shen Yichen stood still, the gentle smile on his face fading slightly.

He placed one hand on a jade pendant at his waist, ready to face any possible thunderous blow.

After all, what they came to capture today was a genuine dragon.

Inside the water palace, it was so quiet that the only sound could be the pattering of water droplets falling from the rock ceiling.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the weighty results of the investigation.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Suddenly, a deep, slightly strange voice came from the direction of the inner room.

“Ancestor…Third Young Master…you two would be better off coming and seeing for yourselves.”

Shen Zhong has always been as steady as a mountain, remaining unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before him.

The fact that his tone could fluctuate so significantly indicates that the situation was clearly beyond everyone's expectations.

Shen Yan frowned and strode over.

Shen Yichen and Shen Que followed closely behind.

When these three key figures of the Shen family passed through a naturally formed stone archway and stepped into the innermost chamber of the Water Mansion.

These experienced and knowledgeable patriarchs from prominent families were all stunned into silence.

Their footsteps stopped abruptly.

The majestic white dragon that had been expected to be lurking there was nowhere to be found.

There are no rare and precious natural treasures piled up in the immortal caves.

What appeared before them was a "girls' dormitory" full of modern life.

In the very center of the inner room, there was originally a flat piece of jade that was meant to absorb the essence of the sun and moon.

But now, a fluffy carpet covers the jade stone.

There were even two cushions with cartoon cat patterns scattered on the carpet.

Next to the cushion.

There was a tablet still connected to a power bank, its screen already black, but next to it was a half-eaten bag of caramel sunflower seeds.

Not only that.

In a corner of the cave, there was a simple wooden shelf with several of the latest women's winter clothes hanging neatly on it.

"This……"

Shen Que stared blankly, his old eyes, which had seen countless feng shui formations, now filled with confusion.

He pointed to the cartoon cushion on the carpet, his hands trembling slightly.

"The ancestors of Changbai Mountain... usually slept in this kind of thing?"

"How come I remember that the dragons described in ancient books all liked to sleep on top of gold and silver treasures?"

Shen Yichen's usually gentle smile was now showing signs of strain.

He walked to the carpet, bent down to pick up the half-eaten bag of sunflower seeds, and glanced at the production date on the packaging.

"Last month's production batch."

Shen Yichen put down the sunflower seeds, his tone revealing an indescribable sense of absurdity:

"It seems that this senior dragon is very good at enjoying the conveniences brought by modern civilization."

"Besides, she's not here right now."

"You came up empty-handed?"

Shen Zhong stood to the side, his brows furrowed: "Ancestor, should we search the surrounding area? She might have just gone out to forage for food."

Shen Yan stood in front of the pink carpet, remaining silent for a long time.

This old monster, who was over a hundred years old, scanned his surroundings with his eyes.

"No need to search anymore."

Shen Yan turned around, his voice lowering.

"It seems someone is teaching her how to behave, and even providing her with these things."

Shen Yan quickly sketched the image of the young Taoist priest in his mind.

He took a deep breath and pulled his hands back into his sleeves.

"Chong'er, tell the people outside to prepare for battle."

"The fact that she left these personal belongings here shows that she cherishes this place. She will definitely come back."

Shen Yan's gaze turned extremely cold.

"We're not looking for her."

"We'll stay here and wait for her to come back so she'll walk right into our trap!"

Chapter 474 The Water Mansion's Deadly Intent! The Divine Blood Net and the White Jade Golden Dragon!

Night fell over Changbai Mountain, and the wind and snow raged fiercely, like being cut by a knife.

This natural water palace, hidden deep underground, still maintains its secluded and tranquil atmosphere.

The glowing fluorite embedded in the rock face casts a dappled, iridescent light on the surroundings.

Shen Que was hunched over, pacing back and forth in the four hidden corners of the Water Mansion.

He held several pale white bone nails in his hand, and at each specific ley line node, he silently pressed the bone nails into the crevice.

"Grandpa, this demon that has transformed into a dragon is different from ordinary spirits. Is our formation really enough to suppress her?"

Shen Yichen stood not far away, handing over a clean handkerchief, his tone revealing caution and reverence.

Shen Que took the handkerchief, wiped his hands, and gave a cold laugh.

"Yichen, don't boost the morale of others. The reason why the 'Divine Control Technique' has enabled our Shen family to prosper for hundreds of years is not because we rely on brute force to fight these monsters."

The patriarch of the Shen family, who had been sitting in the shadows, slowly opened his eyes.

This old monster, who had lived for over a hundred years, picked up the conversation and slowly began to speak:

"Everyone knows that there are countless cultivation methods in the world of extraordinary people, but they do not know that the true path to enlightenment is often hidden in those taboos that defy common sense."

Shen Yan pointed to the bone nail on the ground, a hint of arrogance in his eyes:

"The famous mountains and rivers of this world have given birth to so-called gods. But in the end, they are nothing more than spiritual beings formed by the creation of heaven and earth and the condensation of feng shui and fortune."

"And the first volume of our Shen family's 'Divine Control Techniques' is called 'Shepherd of the Gods'."

"What is a shepherd god? It is someone who views gods as cattle and sheep, raising them to fatten their families!"