Dragon Canon

Wei Yuan and Xu Wan’er were Dao Foundation stage cultivators. They moved quickly and disappeared after just taking a single step. As a result, Xu Wenwu found himself alone in the eerie chamber.

The young man looked left and right. The more he looked, the more he felt like it was crawling with ghosts. Countless eyes seemed to be peering at him from the darkness, the faint, high-pitched voice of a woman was drifting through the air and singing something he couldn’t make sense of, a chill was creeping up his neck and growing colder as if someone was blowing cold air at it, and even the darkness was beginning to stir and writhe.

Xu Wenhu had read the novel about the giant snake scholar and the seven Misses. At the time, he had found the story to be utterly thrilling. Now, all he felt was bone-chilling cold. This was doubly true when he looked at the goddess’ statue; the one with a face that was eerily similar to the woman in the relief sculpture at the front hall. Right now, the statue was smiling at him and chilling him to the core. He felt like she was lusting after his body.

Xu Wenwu felt weak all over, legs trembling so badly that he could barely stand. It was only now he realized just how dangerous this world truly was. He would probably have to invest extraordinary effort to conquer it. Back in his own world, he had long given up on striving not because he didn’t want to, but because he had never had the chance.

Luckily for him, the one who would eventually conquer the world was Wei Yuan, not him. Xu Wenwu possessed a keen sense of self-awareness, fully understanding that he was merely fit to be a minister who supported an emperor, not an emperor for the ages. He harbored no grand ambitions—when the day came when Wei Yuan became emperor of the world, he would be content with just being a king who was granted his own fiefdom and sharing the same status as Wei Yuan. He wasn’t greedy either. This world was pretty vast. A fertile land spanning seven or eight thousand li would be enough for him.[1].

Things would get busy once he had secured his own fiefdom and become the one above all except the emperor. Xu Wenwu might not be ambitious, but he had plenty of ideas he wished to realize. For example, he would have his men build those so-called wine ponds, meat forests, Leopard Houses[2], and Lin Pools[3].

But of course, he could not neglect his spiritual nourishment. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy after all. He would round up several hundred scholars at the minimum and confine them to the imperial library to write stories for him. He would reward those who excelled and throw those who failed to live up to expectations into a dark cell, feeding them only water. Xu Wenwu was a firm believer that, no matter the caliber of the scholar, three straight days of hunger was sure to unlock a fountain of literary inspiration within them.

Buoyed by these thoughts, Xu Wenwu no longer felt quite as afraid as he was before.

Meanwhile, Wei Yuan pushed open a door and stepped into a dilapidated house. He immediately spotted a bed in the center where a woman was lying on top of it. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her complexion looked rather pale. Faint bluish black qi was swirling persistently across her skin as well. Right now, her shirt was partially undone, and her skirt was pulled all the way down to her ankles, revealing a pair of round, snow-white legs. Snow-white skin was peeking out of her chest area as well.