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#220 - Chapter 30: Stealing the Baby Dragon

The tower had no turrets or windows, resembling a massive stone serpent coiled within a forest of black-barked trees. Few dared to approach, fearing the ominous curse said to linger there.

Stepping into the courtyard below felt like entering a garden. Low-lying shrubs with deep blue leaves, the raw material for special medicines, grew abundantly. Beneath the tower stood a low-roofed hall with black tiles, many of which had fallen or broken. Inside, someone awaited. It was a dwarf, dressed in a blue and purple uniform.

Ugly! That was Liu Yuan's first impression. Compared to this dwarf, Tyrion was handsome. The dwarf respectfully said, "My lord, all who seek an audience with the Immortal must abide by the rules of this place. Only one person may enter at a time, and before entering the hall, you must first drink the 'Nightshade Water' to perceive the 'Truth and Wisdom' that lies before you." He gestured towards a crystal goblet on a table, filled with a ghostly blue liquid.

Liu Yuan eyed the 'Nightshade Water' and the dwarf's blue-tinged lips suspiciously. "Are there any side effects to this stuff?" he asked.

The dwarf replied, "None, my lord. The 'Nightshade Water' is a magical potion concocted by the Warlock, designed to enhance the perception of magic. Only regular consumption will turn the lips blue, but a single cup will not."

Liu Yuan turned to the others and said, "Forget it, I'll go alone! You guys keep an eye on Rickon, and if it gets too late and I haven't come out, you should head back first." With that, he stepped forward, picked up the 'Nightshade Water', and downed it in one gulp. Ugh! ~ What a disgusting taste. The flavor shifted with each swallow—sometimes bitter, sometimes sour, sometimes sweet.

In his understanding, it likely contained hallucinogenic components. However, this dosage would have no effect on his constitution.

The dwarf explained, "My lord, the front door is only for entry, not exit. To meet the Immortal, you must always take the door on the right. The doors within the hall may open at times, revealing various strange scenes. Some are beautiful, some are terrifying, some are wondrous, and of course, some are horrifying."

Liu Yuan remained noncommittal. He pushed open the door. Before him were three identical doors, and the door behind him automatically closed. Tempted to test the magical power here, he chose the middle door. Upon opening it, a grand vista unfolded. It was a magnificent palace. He walked upon golden floor tiles, finding the surrounding scenery incredibly familiar.

This is the Fengtian Hall! Identical to the one he had seen in the Smiling Proud Wanderer world. The Fengtian Hall is based on the Hall of Preserving Harmony in the Forbidden City of Beijing, rebuilt in the Qing Dynasty after being destroyed by fire. This Immortal Hall is quite capable. What is the principle behind this? Is it inducing my inner imagination? Or is it extracting my memories and reconstructing this scene?

He reached the door of the hall and forcefully pushed it open. "Crack ~ Crack!" A sound like shattering glass echoed as the dragon-patterned stone steps began to crumble, and the thousands of golden dragon patterns adorning the hall turned into fragments. Everything turned pitch black, except for a small, shimmering door ahead.

Without hesitation, Liu Yuan stepped forward and passed through the small light door. He found himself in a vast snowfield, with countless ice and snow covering the land. This scene was quite familiar. Turning his head, he saw the towering ice walls of the Wall rising into the clouds. This was indeed the Wall. Turning back again, an army clad in black armor emerged from the frost-covered forest.

They were cold and silent. Liu Yuan's keen eyes recognized them as White Walkers, or rather, an army composed of White Walkers. Most conspicuous was the tall White Walker riding a skeletal warhorse, the small horns on his head shaped like a crown. He must be the Night King, the proxy of the ancient ice god. The Night King's gaze turned to Liu Yuan, his icy blue eyes radiating a bone-chilling cold that could freeze everything. Liu Yuan met his gaze without fear. As they stared at each other, the entire world shattered like a mirror.

This time, the doorway opened high above, and a suspended staircase appeared beneath his feet. Liu Yuan revealed a look of interest. With his mental power, to be pulled into such an illusion, it must be at least a fourth-order or higher power. This was the opportunity he had been seeking. Liu Yuan raised his foot and stepped onto the suspended steps...

Liu Yuan had entered the Immortal Hall in the morning and had not emerged by the afternoon. Rickon was waiting anxiously, and even the guards were growing restless, ready to draw their swords and force their way in.

Mathos Mallarawan earnestly advised, "Please be patient! Those seeking the Immortal often lose themselves inside, but there is no danger to their lives. Lord Galon is aware of this; he instructed that if he does not emerge, you should return and wait for news."

Rickon said, "Alright! I trust you. One person will stay behind to wait for my godfather, and the others will return with me."

At this moment, the Day-Moon Trading Company's residence was in chaos. Shortly after Daenerys attended the banquet and chatted with Xaro, "Khaleesi, I regret that you did not choose me. You believe the path of starting from scratch is a bright one. To become wealthy, I have done many things. Some are disgraceful, but now I have no regrets."

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they sensed something was wrong. "There's a heavy smell of blood!" Jorah drew his sword and stood in front of her. Pushing open the door to the inner courtyard, they found many corpses lying haphazardly, all of them Dothraki. All twenty of them had been killed with a single blow. They were the ones Daenerys had left to guard the dragons.

Daenerys realized something was amiss and quickly ran inside. Jorah drew his sword and followed closely. Daenerys stumbled back to her room. Her handmaiden lay on the ground, a dagger in her chest. The three cages behind her were empty, and the three dragons were gone. Daenerys knelt helplessly on the ground, crying, "Where are my dragons! My children. Quick, you must help me find them!"

The enemy had acted swiftly. These Dothraki warriors had been killed almost without resistance. Not only did the lower-level staff not notice, but even the Dothraki women and children next door had not noticed anything amiss on the other side of the wall.

Rickon returned to this scene. In the past two years, he had grown a lot following Liu Yuan. He immediately issued orders: "Immediately gather all the manpower we can muster, open the armory, seal the passages, and wait for my godfather to return. Have Steward Sean return as soon as possible..." He arranged things in an orderly fashion and then saw Xaro, who looked like a black bear, standing aside.

Rickon said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xaro, something has happened here. We need to take care of it. We won't entertain you. Please leave!"

Xaro said, "I regret the tragedy that has occurred here! After all, Khaleesi is under my guarantee, and it is necessary to be responsible for her safety. If there is anything I can help with, please be sure to let me know."