92: Chapter 92 Activating the Earth Dragon? That's the Municipal Sewage Pipeline

Rumble—!

A dull, massive roar erupted from deep within the villa's foundation, as if a thousand tons of explosives had detonated underground.

The entire three-story mansion shook violently; expensive oil paintings on the walls fell to the floor with a clatter and shattered into pieces.

The meticulously decorated marble floor tiles cracked, spiderweb-like fissures spreading across them. Dust rained down, and the air filled with a suffocating, earthy stench.

"Ah! The house is collapsing!"

Qian Yuqing screamed, diving under a table and trembling all over.

Qian Duoduo was even paler, clutching a nearby load-bearing pillar for dear life, his face a mess of tears and snot. "Great Master, spare me! Great Master, please retract your Divine Ability! I won't live in this house anymore; I'll give it to you! I beg you, don't let the Earth Dragon turn over!"

This was the fear Mortals felt toward unknown power.

In their eyes, Ye the Half-Immortal at this moment was a demon god controlling life and death.

"Hahahaha! It's too late!"

Ye the Half-Immortal, hair disheveled, knelt on the ground laughing maniacally. His face, plastered with a yellow citation, looked exceptionally ferocious and twisted.

He could feel it; that massive surge of energy deep underground was gathering frantically. It was the angry Dragon Qi, the Earth Sha suppressed for a thousand years!

Once it broke through this confinement, this villa, and even all living beings within a five-mile radius, would become sacrifices for him to rebuild his prestige.

"Gu Changan! Do you see? This is the power of Feng Shui!"

Ye the Half-Immortal pointed at Gu Changan, who stood motionless, and roared hoarsely, "I am the Son of Destiny! I can command the mountains and the earth! Your laws can govern people, but can they govern the Dragon beneath the earth? Today, I will take all of you down with me!"

Although the Special Police were well-trained, facing such a crumbling, dangerous building, they struggled to keep their footing.

Some instinctively looked at Gu Changan, waiting for the order to retreat.

However, Gu Changan didn't even frown.

He even felt a bit like laughing.

In the teetering living room, Gu Changan calmly raised his wrist to check the tablet screen, which was still flashing red dots.

The screen wasn't displaying some Feng Shui compass interface, but a complex 3D distribution map of Donghai City's underground utility network. At that moment, a thick pipeline representing the area beneath the Yunding Villa district was flashing a glaring red alarm.

"Is this your trump card?"

Gu Changan's voice was exceptionally clear amidst the roaring noise. Not only was he not afraid, but he looked at the frenzied Ye the Half-Immortal with the gaze one might reserve for the mentally challenged.

Ye the Half-Immortal's laughter stopped, a flash of madness in his eyes. "Still acting tough when you're about to die! The Dragon is about to break through the surface. What are you going to use to stop it? Your work ID?"

"The Dragon?"

Gu Changan sighed, shook his head, and lightly swiped on the tablet to zoom in.

"According to the 2010 blueprints from the Municipal Planning Bureau, buried three meters directly beneath where you are kneeling is the main sewage trunk line for Donghai City's Third Sewage Treatment Plant, model DN1200."

Gu Changan looked up, his tone as calm as if he were reading a construction manual. "Additionally, to relieve the sewage pressure in this area, right beneath your feet, there is also a backup biogas pressure-regulating tank with a capacity of two hundred cubic meters."

Ye the Half-Immortal froze.

Qian Duoduo stopped shaking, poked half his head out from behind the pillar, and gaped.

What trunk line? What biogas tank?

"Impossible! You're talking nonsense!" Ye the Half-Immortal, enraged by shame, slammed his hands onto the ground again. "What I sensed was clearly violent Dragon Qi! That force, that smell... that is the rage from Hell!"

"That smell?"

Gu Changan's lips curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. He quickly pulled a gas mask from his waist, skillfully put it on, and tossed one to the Special Police Captain beside him.

"Attention everyone, put on your masks. Prepare for Level 1 biochemical protection."

Although the Special Police were confused, the instinct to obey orders kicked in, and they completed the action in an instant.

"Master Ye, your earlier attempt to shake the foundation using so-called 'Luck' did indeed have an effect."

Gu Changan's voice, muffled through the mask, was dripping with sarcasm. "You successfully cracked the sewage pipe's check valve, causing the sewer biogas to backflow, leading to a surge in pressure."

"Bullshit! This is Dragon Qi!"

Ye the Half-Immortal's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't believe it! The System clearly indicated "Geological Tremor"!

"Believe what you want."

Gu Changan stepped back, even kindly grabbing Qian Duoduo, who was still sprawled on the ground, and dragging him to a safe area.

"But I must remind you, the 'Dragon' you sensed might have a bad stomach."

Just as Gu Changan finished speaking, *Crack!* The floor tiles beneath Ye the Half-Immortal's knees suddenly shattered, and a black crack spread rapidly.

Immediately after, a dull and extremely strange sound came from deep underground.

*Pffft—!!!*

This sound wasn't as crisp as a bomb explosion; instead, it sounded like a fart that had been held in for a long time, suddenly finding a vent.

Before Ye the Half-Immortal could react, a massive pressure instantly burst through the concrete floor.

*Boom!*

No brilliant golden light.

No divine Dragon soaring into the sky.

A column of yellowish-brown water, as thick as a bucket and mixed with indescribable chunks of matter, burst out of the ground at an astonishing initial speed and slammed straight into Ye the Half-Immortal's face.

The tremendous impact sent this "Master" flying up to the three-meter-high ceiling, where he slammed hard into the base of the crystal chandelier, before falling back to the ground with a wet *splat*, like a lump of mud.

Then came the "gift" from deep underground.

A sky full of yellow sludge poured down like a torrential rain, instantly submerging the center of the living room.

That smell.

The extreme stench, fermented, settled, and concentrated over several years, erupted completely at this moment.

"Ugh—!"

Qian Duoduo, hiding in the distance, took one breath, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.

Even the Special Police wearing gas masks couldn't help but stiffen, and some even gagged.

This was the "biochemical attack" Gu Changan had mentioned.

The fountain continued for a full ten seconds before gradually subsiding as the pressure was released.

In the center of the living room, Ye the Half-Immortal, who had originally possessed an otherworldly aura and an arrogant demeanor, had completely changed.

He lay in the muddy filth, his once-pristine Tang suit now dark brown. A piece of unknown, rotting fabric rested on his head, and his face, mouth, and nostrils were filled with some kind of semi-solid mixture.

The so-called "Feng Shui Great Master" had, at this moment, become a literal "Spraying Warrior".

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Only the "gurgle, gurgle" of bubbles from the burst sewage pipe could be heard.

Gu Changan stood in a dry area, watching this scene through his goggles, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"Willful destruction of municipal public facilities, resulting in major environmental pollution." Gu Changan's voice rang out coldly. "Chen Xiaobei, take note. Make him pay for the municipal emergency repair costs, as well as the mental distress and cleaning fees for Boss Qian's family."

In the mud, the brown figure moved.

Ye the Half-Immortal tremblingly lifted his head and reached up to wipe his face.

The sticky, disgusting sensation, combined with the extreme stench drilling into his nasal cavity, caused him to collapse completely.

He was the protagonist of destiny with a System!

He was a man destined to become a peerless Immortal Venerable!

Today was supposed to be his shining moment to show off, slap faces, and awe everyone, but now... he had been blasted by shit!

"Aaaaaah—!"

Ye the Half-Immortal let out a shrill, miserable scream, his voice filled with shame, despair, and monstrous killing intent.

"Gu Changan! I'm going to kill you! I must kill you!"

The intense humiliation caused his sanity to snap completely. The System interface flashed red frantically.

[Warning! Host has suffered severe mental trauma! Prestige points plummeting!]

[Warning! Detected severe damage to host's current image, 'Otherworldly Aura' halo deactivated! Prestige points reset to zero!]

"I will definitely tear you into a thousand pieces, just wait!"

Ye the Half-Immortal suddenly pulled a crumpled Talisman from his bosom.

That was his last remaining life-saving trump card—[Thousand-Mile Divine Travel Talisman].

Originally, this Talisman was meant for escaping when facing pursuit by powerful beings, and it was worth a fortune.

But now, he didn't want to stay in this shit-smelling place for even a second. This was social death! This was a torture one hundred times worse than being killed!

"Activate!"

Ye the Half-Immortal spat a mouthful of filthy blood onto the Talisman paper.

*Hum!*

A yellowish-brown light instantly enveloped his entire body.