The Dragon's Resentment
The dark, gloomy cell was filled with weeds, and a small bulge on the pile of weeds rose and fell weakly.
This subtle change did not escape the eyes of the guards, who took a sip of the murky wine and chuckled:
"That little beast is still alive!"
Apart from a lamp shining above their heads, the dark cell was pitch black. But perhaps because they had spent so much time in such places, their eyesight was exceptional, and they could see the creature in the haystack struggling to breathe.
"Yes, his eyes, teeth, scales, Dragon Pearl, fingernails... everything is gone except for his heart. It's said that this was because of the Dragon Race's special self-preservation ability; the powerful beings couldn't break through his chest cavity, which is why he escaped death," someone replied.
The person who answered paused, then continued, "Actually, given how things are, what's the point of living? It's better to die sooner rather than later, to avoid suffering like this."
A black dragon descended from the sky, bringing a fortuitous opportunity to the Hidden Nether Realm.
Driven by the legendary divine beast, the three who had always looked down on their small world, relying on its abundant Spiritual Qi, hurriedly came to the Hidden Nether Realm to seek a fortuitous opportunity.
A young dragon is still a young dragon. Even with the prestige of a divine beast, it still appears too weak when surrounded by a group of powerful beings.
He was captured easily, and everything that could be taken from him was divided up by those people.
If it weren't for the dragon heart playing a crucial role at the critical moment, he probably would have been drained of all his blood.
The powerful being who captured the black dragon was very generous. After keeping the most precious part, he bestowed the dragon's blood upon his people.
Even just a few drops benefited them greatly. Now, this Corpse Soul City is filled with people who have drunk dragon blood.
Upon hearing his companion's words, one of the guards immediately became nervous. "Don't talk nonsense! Our city lord still has a use for this dragon. He said that if we raise it a little longer, we might be able to extract some dragon blood. I was even thinking of securing a benefit for my unborn child."
As he spoke, he felt a pang of regret. His child had just turned one month old, and if he had arrived a month later, he could have drawn upon the power of the dragon's blood from his parents' lineage. But now, the infant's body could not withstand the dragon's blood, so he was unable to enjoy this blessing.
What a pity, that child arrived too early.
In order to prevent his child from being born inferior to others, he could only hope that the dragon could live a little longer and bring more blood to their city lord, so that the entire Corpse Soul City could benefit.
The guards continued their banter, occasionally glancing at the haystack in the dark cell. Seeing that everything seemed normal there, they resumed their drinking and chatting.
Nearly an hour later, a guard suddenly got up, preparing to patrol the area according to the rules of the dark dungeon. However, when he glanced at the haystack, he found that it was completely still!
This was ordered by the city lord to be carefully guarded and not allowed to die. If something were to happen right under their noses, none of them would escape unscathed.
The guard grew increasingly frightened and quickly summoned the others. Several men immediately opened the cell door, shoved aside the haystack, and tried to see if the man was dead or alive.
The hay had been stained red, and the group, feeling both regret for the wasted dragon blood and quickened their pace, were afraid that the young dragon would really die.
But as they were digging, the person at the very front suddenly stopped moving.
The people behind him looked on strangely, and one of them patted him on the shoulder. The man then fell straight forward as if he had lost his support.
The others found it strange and were about to ask when they saw the man slowly reveal his side as he fell, instantly exposing the bloodstains on his chest to them.
"Get out of here!" Someone reacted immediately, shouting as they rushed out of the dark cell.
But he was too late. A battered dragon tail lashed out at them with all its might, smashing them through the stone pillars surrounding the dark cell, and they fell silent instantly.
The long tail slowly retracted, and the shape of the haystack changed. A long-haired boy wearing blood-stained clothes pushed aside the weeds in front of him and tentatively took a step out.
He opened his eyes, and his once beautiful eyes were now just two dark, empty sockets.
He accurately located the scattered corpses, and then used the sharp weapons on their bodies to slit their throats. The young boy moved his bloodied and mangled fingers, and a few drops of blood trickled from their throats, obediently melting into the boy's broken fingertips.
Having absorbed his own blood, the boy's blank face finally regained some color.
His empty eyes glazed over, and a cold laugh escaped his throat, "I told you long ago, you can't kill me, but I will make you all pay with your lives!"
Voices filled with resentment and anger echoed in the dark dungeon. As if this were a signal, before those above could realize anything was wrong, all the prisoners in the dungeon were released!
Along with the riot in the Dark Prison, the most prosperous city lord's mansion in Corpse Soul City was also set on fire by unknown individuals.
That fire was no ordinary thing; in an instant, it spread from the east courtyard to the west courtyard, and before long, the entire city lord's mansion was engulfed in flames.
In the end, it was the city lord who intervened and extinguished the raging flames inside the mansion. However, he returned too late; the city lord's mansion had already been mostly destroyed by fire, with the storeroom suffering the most severe damage, reduced to just a few walls.
The underground dungeon built beneath the city lord's mansion was also destroyed, and all the prisoners inside were nowhere to be found, leaving only the corpses of the guards lying there miserably.
"Where is the black dragon?" The city lord asked coldly, looking at the trembling steward in front of him.
The other person knew their master's temperament very well, and even though they were trembling like leaves, they still gritted their teeth and answered, "They're gone. It seems they ran away."
"Ha!" the city lord sneered, "To escape even with injuries like this, I truly underestimated you!"
He crushed the damage list handed to him by the steward, his voice icy. "Immediately issue the order to seal off the entire Corpse Soul City! No one is allowed to leave, only to enter! Search every house, leave no one unchecked. Even if you have to turn the whole Corpse Soul City upside down, find that beast and bring him back!"
Upon hearing this, the butler quickly accepted the order and withdrew.
Within this Corpse Soul City, the city lord is the most unquestionable figure. Even though there are still many cultivators in the city, and even though sealing off the city would have adverse effects on many people.
But once the city lord gave the order, all parties naturally sprang into action immediately.
Armored guards swiftly sealed off the city gates, and no part of the entire Corpse Soul City escaped their search. Even the most chaotic mortal quarters were thoroughly investigated, leaving no one unchecked.
The atmosphere in the entire Corpse Soul City instantly became tense.
After searching another house, the guards withdrew from the ransacked house.
The team leader waved his hand. "This place doesn't have it, let's go to the next one!"
The group of twenty people then followed him away from the place.
Amidst the hushed conversations inside, a small figure emerged from the dark alley. He listened intently for a moment before disappearing back into the night.