Light Fortress Chapter 2027 - 65: Red Dragon’s Intuition

Chapter Sixty-Five

"Lord Spring Plow, that’s how the events unfolded."

"The Red Dragon’s actions are exceedingly outrageous!"

It took less than three minutes for Hai Tong to reach Spring Plow’s residence. He spoke angrily, disheveled, with blood still on the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Divine is clearly in seclusion... how could he issue such an edict, allowing the Red Dragon to seize and grab with impunity, disregarding the church’s system?!"

Hai Tong’s voice was filled with anger, "I can bear this loss, but can you truly endure it?"

"..."

Spring Plow sat with eyes closed, his expression indifferent, as he asked coolly, "Are you suggesting that I fight the Red Dragon now?"

Hai Tong was momentarily speechless.

"Currently, the Starship is already divided into two factions. You’ve been yielding and retreating over these years, and everyone sees it, but has the situation improved? Not at all, the Red Dragon isn’t appreciative in the slightest!"

"Surely you can see, the conflict between us and the Red Dragon won’t dissolve over time... Lord Divine has chosen to go into seclusion, ignoring worldly affairs, clearly waiting for the final outcome, watching to see whose methods prevail between you and the Red Dragon."

Hai Tong took a deep breath, slightly bowing.

He lowered his stance significantly.

"For the past twenty years, among the Holy City’s saints, there was only one leader, and that was you."

Hai Tong whispered, "For the next twenty years... there will also only be one leader in my heart, and that’s still you."

Upon hearing this.

Spring Plow slowly opened his eyes.

He spoke deeply, "I will handle this matter, it won’t be long before I make the Red Dragon give you an explanation."

"Not today?"

Although Hai Tong got the answer he wanted, he didn’t leave.

His tone was quite regretful.

Spring Plow Saint’s answer was simple... the ground lost today would be regained later, but this silent grievance would just have to be swallowed.

But he didn’t want to let it go just like that.

"If you tolerate it today, the Red Dragon will only be more rampant."

Hai Tong urged, "At the very least, you should meet him."

...

...

"Spring Plow should at least come to see you."

"But he didn’t."

Red Dragon returned to his seclusion retreat, where someone was waiting for him.

Jiadi Saint emerged from the shadows, smiling, "Looks like he’s afraid."

Over the past four years, two factions emerged within the Storm, led respectively by Spring Plow and Red Dragon. The original saints also chose their camps anew, but only one saint was willing to support Red Dragon.

That was the youngest saint, the Jiadi.

This saint, due to his young age and lack of experience, was not valued in the Holy City. With this shift in factions, he got a change in position. However, to everyone’s surprise... even with support only from the weakest saint, the Red Dragon still overshadowed Spring Plow.

Indeed.

It wasn’t even, but rather decisively dominant.

Whatever the Red Dragon decided to undertake these past years, whenever it clashed with Spring Plow, the latter always chose to back down. Because when confronted, the Red Dragon would escalate matters to the point of "engaging in battle," and all the saints could see it, the Red Dragon really wanted to confront Spring Plow.

But the cunning Spring Plow Saint did not give the Red Dragon the opportunity.

You seek battle, I will avoid it.

And so by avoiding and avoiding, retreating step by step—

To outsiders, naturally, it seemed Spring Plow was afraid. If not, why retreat?

"..."

Red Dragon glanced at Jiadi, without much explanation, calmly saying, "He’s no fool."

Jiadi shrugged, saying, "Regardless, the outcome is good. You’ve won again. What’s next?"

"According to the regulations, there’s still 20% of the Mithril collection in Lan Wei’er’s E3 living area that hasn’t been completed."

Red Dragon said, "It will take a long time to reach the Windless Zone, so you cover that portion of Mithril for him first."

"Tch."

Jiadi couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re lavish with expenditures, but why is it out of my pocket?"

Though he said this.

Yet Jiadi had no intention of refusing.

He thought for a moment, saying, "It’s not a big deal; I have quite a bit of Mithril, I’ll allocate it to Lan Wei’er tomorrow."

Red Dragon responded with a very light "Hmm."

"However, there’s one thing I don’t understand."

Jiadi paused and asked, "Gathering Mithril and mandated contributions are duties of every Storm citizen. This task was assigned personally by Lord Divine, and every living area must complete it... You went to great lengths to take Lan Wei’er under your wing, surely not just to transfer this bad debt to yourself?"

"Also, I have to remind you, this guy is a do-gooder; several times during ship assignments, he privately reduced the number of collection personnel, causing a shortage of Mithril reserves... The current predicament is his own doing."

Jiadi said meaningfully, "If you keep acting like this, even if I exhaust my resources, it won’t last long."

Red Dragon understood the meaning behind Jiadi’s words.

Regarding his "rescue" of Lan Wei’er and generous spending, Jiadi expressed outwardly no objection, but inwardly still had some feelings.

"The reason I saved Lan Wei’er is simple."

The Red Dragon said softly, "You just mentioned, he’s a naïve hero."

"Just because he’s a naïve hero? What kind of rubbish reason is that?" Jiadi Saint was astonished.

"Just because he’s a naïve hero... this reason is enough for me; even a naïve hero is still a hero." The Red Dragon said seriously, "According to Spring Plow’s plan, many people will still die on this starship. I hope everyone can live a bit longer."

He noticed Jiadi was looking at him with a very peculiar expression.

"What is it?"

"How come I never noticed before... that you were such a person?"

Jiadi raised his eyebrows and said, "I saw you draw your sword and kill with ease, without a moment’s hesitation when cutting down enemies. Yet I never imagined you would be a saint that wants to protect the entire ship’s populace. Do you think that saving Lan Wei’er will save those on the Hai Tong list?"

Every time you dock in turbulent zones.

It means some people will be abandoned.

Saving them once doesn’t mean you can save them always.

The Red Dragon couldn’t change that list, nor could he change this cruel reality as cold as iron.

"..."

To Jiadi’s inquiry, the Red Dragon remained silent.

"Alright, don’t worry about the follow-up on this matter, I’ll handle it. Remember, this time you owe me a favor."

Jiadi Saint waved his hand, not forgetting to advise before leaving, "Next time you save someone, don’t bring me along. Though I hope you owe me more favors, I really lack the talent for compassion and can’t be the Bodhisattva who saves all beings. I’m not interested in risking my resources to save people."

After Jiadi Saint left the residence.

The Red Dragon’s whole posture relaxed a little.

He pulled out a vine chair, sat down, and then removed his mask. The faint blue brilliance spread like smoke, enveloping him, and a trace of painful expression appeared on the Red Dragon’s face.

The Red Dragon had made a Soul Oath with the Storm God’s Throne four years earlier.

On the day in Ice Sea, when the oath was set.

He completely placed his Soul in the hands of the Storm God’s Throne. With just a single thought from the Storm God’s Throne, his Spirit would shatter.

This is the most unequal treaty in the world, but also the basis for the Storm’s hundred percent trust in him.

Even the Spring Plow Saint did not sign a soul contract.

The signing of such a contract...

Is equivalent to giving up dignity.

But even the Storm God’s Throne did not realize that within the Red Dragon’s Soul, there wasn’t just a pure Spirit. Under the shroud of blue brilliance, the Red Dragon completed a manifestation of "consciousness" in the deepest part of the Spiritual World.

This level of "consciousness" manifestation is much like an Ancient Literature Society meeting being held in the deep water area.

Only this time.

The Red Dragon had his own unique "array box."

Moreover, the power contained in that array box was extremely weak. Because it shared the same origin as the Red Dragon’s Soul, almost no spiritual power was consumed in each "consciousness" manifestation.

The Red Dragon’s act of "consciousness" manifestation, felt by outsiders, seemed like a long breath, a slow and rhythmic contemplation.

This time was very short.

Unless the Storm God’s Throne personally came to observe, no one could perceive the nuances.

Although the time for "consciousness" manifestation was short, for the Red Dragon... it was enough.

His Spirit arrived on a chessboard.

This chessboard was black and white, with countless chains crossing and intertwining, trapping a swaying soul body within.

"Mr. Yan. We meet again."

The Red Dragon looked at the soul in front of him and gently asked with concern, "How have you been these days?"

Indeed.

The faint consciousness hidden within the Red Dragon’s Spirit Sea was precisely the "Central Continent Great Prophet" taken by Mr. Tianshui. With the Source Tower’s Divine War looming, Mr. Tianshui risked his life to "save" Mr. Yan. Everyone thought Mr. Yan was dead.

But only the Red Dragon knew.

The teacher sent Mr. Yan’s remaining Spirit to his Heart Lake through the Ancient Literature Society’s spiritual secret path.

He became a "transit station."

Also became the active carrier of the "Divination Skill."

"I am still alive, not going to die just yet."

Mr. Yan said lightly, "Go on... What do you wish to divine this time?"

"This time, I just wanted to see you."

Sitting on the chessboard of the Reincarnation Realm, the Red Dragon looked at the soul who had been tormented for hundreds of years, his expression complex. He said softly, "After signing the soul contract with the Storm God’s Throne, my soul can’t hold any secrets. Any results from divination would be erased once I leave here. What meaning does divination have, aside from wasting your life and consuming your Spirit?"

Mr. Yan chuckled hoarsely.

The Red Dragon signed a contract with the Storm God’s Throne. To prevent the latter from raiding his soul and discovering his existence, the Red Dragon erased his memory after each "consciousness" manifestation.

"Divination will bring you good fortune."

Mr. Yan said softly, "Even if you forget, follow your intuition and do what you think you should... Good results will come."

The Red Dragon paused.

Follow your intuition and do what you should do.

"I actually wanted to ask what I saw during the last ’consciousness manifestation’?"

The Red Dragon looked into Mr. Yan’s eyes, murmuring, "Why did I take the initiative to save Lan Wei’er? Why do I think that the more people who survive on this starship, the better?"

Mr. Yan had only laughter in his eyes.

Fate cannot be desecrated, and divine secrets cannot be revealed.

He quietly looked at the Red Dragon and said softly, "For everything that happens next... just follow your intuition."