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Ao Bing remained composed as he gently closed the book. "I just have a bit of interest in history and culture. The wisdom of the ancients can always provide insights for modern people."
"Well said," Shen Gongbao nodded in approval. "However, some ancient wisdom isn't written in books; it flows through our veins, passed down through generations. Just like... the secrets of the Dragon Tribe."
The atmosphere instantly grew tense. Although Ao Bing's expression remained calm, his eyes sharpened with alertness. "The Dragon Tribe? That's just a myth, isn't it?"
"Is it?" Shen Gongbao chuckled softly, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. "Then what about this?"
He pulled out a small vial from his pocket and gently shook it. Inside was a shimmering blue scale that glowed faintly, strikingly similar to the Dragon Scale in Ao Bing's wooden box.
Ao Bing's pupils constricted slightly but quickly returned to normal. "A beautiful ornament. What material is it made of?"
"You and I both know what this is," Shen Gongbao's voice suddenly turned low and dangerous. "No need to pretend any longer, heir of the Dragon Tribe. I know your identity, just as I know you have a similar Dragon Scale hidden in your room."
Ao Bing tensed his body, ready for a fight. "What do you want, Shen Gongbao?"
"Very simple," Shen Gongbao replied with a smile. "I need your help to complete a small ritual. As the bearer of the Dragon Tribe bloodline, you are the key to opening the Dragon Gate."
"And if I refuse?" Ao Bing asked calmly.
Shen Gongbao's smile turned menacing. "Then don't blame me for being rude." With that, he flicked his fingers, and an invisible force instantly pressed down on Ao Bing, rendering him immobile.
At that critical moment, a red figure darted out from behind the bookshelf, charging straight at Shen Gongbao—
"Stop!" Nezha shouted, his hands bursting forth with intense flames as he charged at Shen Gongbao.
Shen Gongbao clearly did not expect an ambush. Caught off guard, he was forced to retreat from Nezha's flames and had to release his control over Ao Bing. Seizing the opportunity, Ao Bing quickly pulled a potion from his pocket and drank it down. With a wave of his hands, the rain outside transformed into countless water arrows that shot toward Shen Gongbao.
"Interesting," Shen Gongbao murmured calmly, an invisible barrier forming around him to block both the water arrows and the flames. "One controls fire, the other controls water—what a splendid combination. But do you really think this will be enough to oppose me?"
His eyes suddenly shifted to a strange yellow, pupils slitting like a serpent's, and a powerful mental force swept through the entire room. Nezha and Ao Bing both felt a wave of dizziness as the scene before them began to twist and warp.
"Illusion!" Ao Bing shouted, quickly pulling out another potion from his pocket. He drank half of it himself and tossed the rest to Nezha. "Drink this!"
Nezha caught the potion and downed it in one gulp. The effects were immediate; the world around him became clear again. He saw Shen Gongbao's expression shift from smugness to surprise, clearly not expecting them to break the illusion so quickly.
"Prepared Ao Bing is indeed different," Shen Gongbao sneered. "No wonder you're the heir of the Dragon Tribe. But this is just the beginning."
As he spoke, he pulled out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and began chanting an incantation. The talisman instantly transformed into a cloud of black mist that surged toward the two.
Nezha instinctively positioned himself in front of Ao Bing, gathering flames in his hands to form a wall of fire. When the black mist made contact with the flames, it emitted a piercing shriek but did not dissipate; instead, it began to erode the fire wall.
"This is no ordinary mist," Ao Bing warned. "It's Soul Devouring Mist; it will consume your life force!"
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