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Chapter 151: Slaying Three Flood Dragons as a Greeting Gift
Chapter 151: Slaying Three Flood Dragons as a Greeting Gift
In the temple, a solemn and fierce deity statue was surrounded by the offerings of devout worshippers.
A youth with a slightly slender frame stood quietly, his hands stained with blood as he rested them on the hilt of his blade.
The blade, unsheathed with calm and precision, pierced the abdomen of the Fifth Prince of the Flood Dragon Clan in an instant, and a green light suddenly appeared! The cloth and flesh of the Fifth Prince were silently ripped apart.
Shen Yi reached out, plucking out the Flood Dragon Pill and casually tossing the body out of the temple.
The middle-aged man's large body transformed into a hundred-zhang-long flood dragon in just a few breaths, crashing to the ground like an injured loach, twitching on the mountainside.
"You can continue now."
Shen Yi nodded. He didn't believe in gods, but he could understand the desperation of these people.
Even in his previous life, there were those who believed in such things. Not to mention in this chaotic world filled with demons and monsters. As long as it wasn't the River God of Shuiyun Village, a disguise of a demon, he couldn't be bothered to intervene.
Turning around, he strode out of the River God Temple.
The originally long line of worshippers was now in disarray, filled with shock and fear. Even though Shen Yi had intentionally thrown the flood dragon farther away, the resulting tremor caused many to fall to the ground.
However, when they saw the youth in ink-black robes walking out, their panic turned into astonishment, and finally, they all wore stupefied expressions.
Several dozen demon catchers also stared blankly at the dying flood dragon.
Then they saw Shen Yi walk towards the flood dragon, wave his hand, and send another green light into its massive and hideous head.
Slaying a Flood Dragon at the Golden Core stage, total lifespan of 5,100 years, remaining lifespan of 1,500 years, absorption complete.
Two Silver Bell demon catchers plucked up their courage and stepped forward, bowing as they asked, "May we ask which follower of General Chen you are?"
Not only were they not being impolite, but they also added the respectful 'sir' at the end, something they wouldn't usually do even in front of the Demon Suppression General. But the awe-inspiring scene before them had prompted the addition.
"Shen Yi."
In front of them, Shen Yi stored the flood dragon's essence blood into the silver bell.
The faces of the two demon catchers immediately turned strange. So he was a fellow demon catcher... But when did their ranks produce such a fierce individual?!
"Which direction are the other two in?" Shen Yi politely inquired. Perhaps it was because the little flood dragon and Zhang Hengzhou had a closer blood relationship, but the sense of connection produced after consuming the flood dragon pill was much weaker when it came to tracking the other flood dragons.
The demon catchers sighed. They had clearly seen that Shen Yi had used a movement technique to arrive, and they guessed that this matter had nothing to do with them.
No longer acting petty, they readily handed over the two traces of flood dragon aura they had obtained with great difficulty.
"Then we are indebted to you, Shen sir."
While they wanted credit for the achievement, having one less death before the commander returned was always a good thing.
"Thank you."
Shen Yi took the auras, grabbed the flood dragon's whiskers, and, with the massive corpse, disappeared into the air once more.
After he left, the mountainside returned to its previous noisy state.
The worshippers poured out of the temple, staring wide-eyed at the sky where the youth had disappeared. Then they rushed back to the statue, pushing and shoving as they fervently kowtowed.
"The River God has shown his might!"
...
At Linjiang County, Shuiyun Village.
The rivers and streams had lost their former tranquility, and the waves surged and rolled like a bottomless giant mouth, choosing its prey, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers.
Countless cloud-patterned ink-black robes fluttered in the wind that carried a hint of the river's fishy smell.
This place was located in the middle section of Yangchun River.
An old man clad in black armor, holding a mixed element halberd, stood silently on the riverbank. His scarlet cloak appeared somewhat dull in the face of the vast Yangchun River.
Even a Demon Suppression General at the Nascent Soul stage, cultivating the Yin God, seemed powerless in the face of this broad river.
Chen Qiantian didn't know if the old flood dragon was dead or alive, nor did he know if it was still in the Yangchun River.
The person closest to Lord Chen Qiantian was not a subordinate officer, but a robust and sturdy young man dressed as a Three-Patterned Colonel.
"It's been a while since I've had a break, and now I'm facing a Flood Dragon Clan with a Golden Core cultivator. Am I getting on your nerves?" Chen Qiantian said with a hint of a smile.
"No, I just feel useless and a bit guilty." Fang Heng slowly clenched his palms.
"You're still young. It's us old folks who are useless and couldn't buy you enough time." Chen Qiantian sighed; when he was young, his cultivation was not as good as these youngsters'.
Thinking of this, he comforted, "You are already an existence that your peers look up to. There's no need to compare yourself to a bunch of old men."
"Look up to?" Fang Heng self-deprecatingly smiled, not refuting, but a figure suddenly flashed through his mind.
Just then, a group of demon catchers hurried over.
Chen Qiantian's smile faded, "Have you captured them?"
This time, more than a dozen highly experienced Silver Bell demon catchers had come, and after three to five days, they should have had some results.
"No, but..." The demon catcher trailed off.
"But what?" Fang Heng asked worriedly.
But he found that Lord Chen had already retracted his gaze and was looking up at the sky.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone from the Demon Suppression Corps, three massive Flood Dragons with their bodies hanging low appeared in the misty sky. Their black scales shimmered with a cold light, and each one was no smaller than the one from the Qingfeng Mountain.
At that moment, they struck the ground with thunderous speed!
Boom—
Many colonels and subordinate officers were stunned, their arms slightly covering their faces as they instinctively blocked the putrid wind from the impact.
When the smoke and dust cleared, they saw the youth walking down slowly from the corpses of the Flood Dragons.
Some people were strangers to that clean-faced young man, but others were extremely familiar with him.
"... "
Fang Heng held his breath and felt a bit helpless as he tugged at his hair.
Chen Qiantian raised an eyebrow, observing the three princes of the Yangchun River Flood Dragon Clan, notorious for their ferocity. At that moment, they were completely lifeless, their abdomens ripped open, and their deaths strikingly familiar.
Then, his gaze fell on the youth's face.
"Shen Yi pays his respects to Lord Chen."
The youth in ink-black robes walked up to the group and gave a slight bow.
He wore a mark belonging solely to Chen Qiantian on his collar, and logically, the two should be old friends who had known each other for many years.
But at that moment, both of them had expressions that suggested they were merely acquaintances, and their interaction was strictly professional... They didn't seem very close.
"But all three Flood Dragon demons were slain by Mister Shen." The demon catcher shrugged and finished his sentence.
Upon hearing this, Chen Qiantian's face became a bit more complex.
When he had left Qingfeng Mountain, he had glanced at the youth, and now, seeing him again, the young man seemed as calm and collected as before, yet there also seemed to be a world of difference.
"I've actually been waiting for you."
The old man sighed and a smile appeared on his lips, "But I was also afraid that you would come looking for me."
The General had five exceptionally talented disciples, and he, Chen Qiantian, had lived for over eight hundred years, and he too wanted a young man like that to inherit his mantle.
But he also felt that it would be a waste for such a talent to stay by his side, and for the youth, joining the demon catchers would be a greater challenge and more beneficial for his future.
Speaking of this, he looked deeply at Shen Yi, "But what I never expected in my wildest dreams was that you and I would meet in such a way."
To greet him with three Flood Dragon Kings, no weaker than Zhang Hengzhou...
It was too generous.
So generous that even the old general's long-dormant heart was stirred like the Yangchun River before him, its waves surging.
(End of Chapter)
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