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Chapter 328: Where's the Flood Dragon?
Chapter 328: Where's the Flood Dragon?
As he laid eyes on the small, azure-green flood dragon that seemed like an illusion, Chu Ning's eyes lit up.
This was what he had been waiting for!
Already prepared, his body transformed into a fleeting shadow in the air, and in the next moment, he appeared beside the tiny dragon.
His spiritual power condensed, and his palm glowed as he reached out to grab it.
The small, azure-green flood dragon was now in Chu Ning's grasp.
"The complete spirit soul of an eighth-rank magical beast!"
Chu Ning gazed at the tiny dragon in his hand, his eyes sparkling with delight.
This was equivalent to a human cultivator's Nascent Soul, a complete spirit soul of a magical beast!
"Let me go!"
The little dragon struggled in Chu Ning's hand, still able to speak.
But Chu Ning paid no heed, gripping the little dragon tightly and fleeing downward from the air, landing next to the massive corpse of the flood dragon.
Holding the Black Ancient Blade, Chu Ning plucked a scale from the dragon's head.
This scale was located just beneath the purple snake crown, a mix of purple and green, and it was as large as two palms put together.
After removing the scale, Chu Ning held it delicately in his hand.
Immediately afterward, his spiritual power surged, forming a glowing orb that enveloped both the scale and the little dragon.
Then, suspending the orb in front of his chest, Chu Ning's hands began to cast a series of intricate incantations, sending streams of light into the glowing orb.
The small, azure-green flood dragon thrashed violently once again, but it was gradually forced into the scale, inch by inch, until it completely disappeared within.
Only then did a slight smile appear on Chu Ning's face.
He carefully placed the scale into a jade box, sealed it, and tossed it into his storage bag.
At the same time, Chu Ning waved his hand, and the entire body of the flood dragon was also stored away in his bag.
There were plenty of valuable items to be found on this eighth-rank Purple-Crowned Azure Flood Dragon, but for now, Chu Ning didn't have the time to deal with them.
After all, the recent clash had caused quite a ruckus, and he was concerned that it might attract other cultivators or magical beasts.
Chu Ning took out a drop of Millennium Spirit Elixir and consumed it, swiftly restoring his spiritual power.
At the same time, he expanded his spiritual sense to its fullest, scanning a three-hundred-li radius, but detected no other anomalies.
However, he did sense the presence of some spirit herbs and spirit fruits on the island.
Without hesitation, Chu Ning swiftly flew across the island, collecting every last herb and fruit within his reach.
"Hmm?"
Just as Chu Ning was finishing up his collection, his spiritual sense detected the presence of cultivators in the distance.
He didn't recognize most of them, but he certainly knew who Zi Yunying was.
"Why is the young deputy sect master of the Illusory Spirit Sect here? Could it be that the sect sensed the battle that took place here?"
As this thought crossed his mind, Chu Ning immediately soared into the sky and continued his flight toward the other side of the Central Sea.
Regardless of the reason for their arrival, Chu Ning had no interest in meeting them.
He had already experienced their style of doing things.
If they crossed paths, it could lead to unnecessary entanglements.
Not to mention, they had a sizable group, and this area was still considered within the influence of the Illusory Spirit Sect.
Not long after Chu Ning's disappearance, Zi Yunying, carrying Dan Tai and accompanied by five other Golden Core cultivators, flew to a distance of twenty li away.
Dan Tai stood up on Zi Yunying's back and scanned the islands in the distance. He then leaped into the air and flew toward one of them.
"You two stay here with Zi Yunying, and don't get too close."
As he spoke, he led the five Golden Core cultivators toward the island.
When they were within ten miles of the island, Dan Tai's face clouded with confusion.
"Brother Liu, can you sense the presence of that flood dragon?"
The elderly man beside him shook his head, equally perplexed.
"No, I've heard that this flood dragon is extremely arrogant and doesn't bother to conceal its aura.
We're quite close now, so we should have sensed its demonic aura by now.
Moreover, when I extended my spiritual sense over the island, I didn't detect any signs of magical beasts."
"Let's go take a look."
Dan Tai's confusion deepened as the elderly man shared his own senses, and he urged the group to quicken their pace.
As they reached the airspace above the island, it was only natural that they could sense everything on it.
"Where's the flood dragon?"
Dan Tai's expression darkened as he looked down at the island.
"Look over there!"
At that moment, the elderly man named Liu pointed to one side of the island. The others followed his finger and soon wore astonished expressions.
"Someone fought this eighth-rank giant flood dragon here!"
The elderly man named Liu only needed a glance at the chaotic scene near the shore to understand what had transpired.
He shook his head and said, "Young Master, I never expected that someone would dare to target this eighth-rank magical beast so close to our territory.
Now, the flood dragon is either slain or has returned to the outer sea."
Dantaisong's face was grim as he spoke. The group of Golden Core cultivators from the Illusory Spirit Sect had come out in full force, expecting to take down a Flood Dragon, but now it seemed their efforts would be in vain.
"Those Nascent Soul cultivators have all been in seclusion lately. I wonder which one of them got bored and decided to come out here." Dantaisong's frustration was evident.
The group exchanged glances, equally perplexed by the situation. Whoever dared to target this eighth-rank magical beast must be a Nascent Soul cultivator, they thought.
After all, not every Golden Core cultivator possessed their level of skill and knowledge of combination attacks, nor did they belong to a powerful sect like the Illusory Spirit Sect.
It wasn't easy to gather this many late-stage Golden Core cultivators, even for a major sect.
And venturing into the Central Sea region was no small feat for just any Golden Core cultivator.
"What bad luck!" Dantaisong cursed, his frustration evident. He descended onto the island, hoping to find something of value, but his search only made his expression grimmer.
Every high-grade spirit herb on the island had been picked clean, and any signs of refinement materials had been thoroughly scavenged. It seemed they wouldn't be leaving with anything.
As the group prepared to depart, Dantaisong's gaze suddenly shifted to the distance.
"Young Master, is something the matter?" The elderly man named Liu asked, noticing Dantaisong's change in demeanor.
Dantaisong pointed ahead. "I recall there should be a seventh-rank magical beast about three thousand li from here. Since we're already out here, we shouldn't return empty-handed. Let's go slay a few seventh-rank beasts."
With Dantaisong's decision, the others didn't object. Together, they summoned the Purple Cloud Ying and made their way toward another lair of magical beasts, three thousand li away.
It was rare to find other magical beasts near the territory of an eighth-rank beast. The seventh-rank beast they were heading toward was one of the closest.
However, when they arrived, they were met with yet another surprise.
"Where's the magical beast?" Dantaisong asked, his confusion turning to annoyance.
There should have been a seventh-rank Water Tiger Fish in these waters, but despite their thorough search, they couldn't find any trace of it.
Diving into the sea, they discovered further evidence of a struggle in the beast's lair, and it became clear that someone had beaten them to it once again.
"Could it be that someone else got here before us and killed this beast as well?" Dantaisong's frustration was palpable.
Without hesitation, he led the group toward the next lair of a seventh-rank magical beast.
The territory of a seventh-rank beast wasn't as vast as that of an eighth-rank, and the distance to the next one was only about a thousand li.
But once again, they arrived only to find nothing. On a small island, the seventh-rank Ghost Crow that should have been there was also missing.
By now, the cultivators from the Illusory Spirit Sect had realized what was happening.
The elderly man, Liu, spoke up, "Young Master, it seems that Nascent Soul cultivator must have swept through this area in the past few days. These seventh-rank beasts are either slain or have returned to the outer sea. I'm afraid we won't find much even if we continue our search."
Hearing this, Dantaisong's face turned as dark as thunder. "Who is this wild cultivator? If I find out who it is, I'll... Humph!"
After a few more curses, he reluctantly conceded, "Let's go back to the sect."
Upon hearing Dantaisong's decision, Elder Liu breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that the young master would insist on continuing their hunt for magical beasts, but it seemed that the string of disappointments had finally gotten to him.
With the seventh-rank beasts likely gone and the remaining eighth-rank beasts either too close to the outer sea or too close to other sects' territories, their options were limited. Not to mention the unknown Nascent Soul cultivator might still be nearby.
And so, the group from the Illusory Spirit Sect had no choice but to return empty-handed.
A thousand li away from where they turned back, Chu Ning was engaged in a battle with a seventh-rank magical beast, skillfully wielding his four flying swords.
Against a seventh-rank beast, he saw no need to use the Ice Shadow Sword Talisman or the ancient black blade.
After all, using the black blade required a drop of Millennium Spirit Elixir to maintain his combat prowess, which was a significant cost.
However, even without those powerful tools, Chu Ning had no trouble handling a seventh-rank magical beast.
His four attribute flying swords were more than enough to take down these beasts, especially since they lacked the incredible defensive capabilities of the eighth-rank Flood Dragon.
Combined with his secret techniques like the Void Finger, Chu Ning was a force to be reckoned with.
"Hmm, it seems like those people from the Illusory Spirit Sect aren't pursuing me."
Chu Ning muttered to himself.
"It's just one magical beast, why would they keep following me?"
Since they weren't pursuing him, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he took some time to recover his spiritual power and casually picked some spirit herbs on the island.
Then, Chu Ning headed towards his next destination.
A month later, Chu Ning was still in the Central Sea region, having reached the junction of the Iceland Immortal City and the Sea Cloud Basin.
"Previously, I traveled back and forth between the two landmasses using teleportation formations. This is my first time flying directly through this area.
It's a good thing there are magical beasts to hunt along the way, otherwise, it would have been quite boring."
It had taken him a long time, mainly because he had taken a rather roundabout route.
With the mindset that killing one was the same as killing two, and that he should make the most of this trip, he didn't let any seventh-rank magical beasts escape.
Along the way, Chu Ning didn't spare a single seventh-rank magical beast mentioned in the jade slip provided by Frost Moon Pavilion.
As for the sixth and fifth-rank magical beasts, if they happened to cross his path, then it was just their bad luck.
"According to the information in this jade slip, there should be a seventh-rank Deepsea Turtle nearby."
Chu Ning muttered to himself as he released his spiritual sense, locking onto a mountain-like black silhouette about thirty li away.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"What a huge turtle!"
Earlier, he had spotted the black silhouette and assumed it was an island. But now, with his spiritual sense, he realized it was a gigantic turtle.
The turtle was enormous, like a small mountain floating on the sea's surface.
At that moment, the giant turtle had its eyes tightly shut as if it were asleep, exuding an ancient aura.
However, Chu Ning couldn't sense its specific level of aura.
"Why is this seventh-rank Deepsea Turtle so huge? Could the information be wrong?"
Doubts arose in Chu Ning's mind.
But when he carefully probed with his spiritual sense, he still didn't detect the formidable aura of an eighth-rank or higher magical beast.
After some thought, Chu Ning flew closer to the turtle.
As he drew near and observed its appearance, Chu Ning was astonished.
When he was farther away, he hadn't sensed its aura so intensely, but now that he was closer, he truly felt the ancient and weathered aura it exuded.
Whether it was the protruding head or the sturdy limbs floating in the water, the cracks on its body spoke of the passage of time.
The most striking feature was its shell.
Although it was covered in seaweed, in the few spots that were exposed, there were intricate markings that resembled complex runes, each seemingly imbued with power.
"Turtles tend to have long lifespans. It seems this Deepsea Turtle has been in these waters for an incredibly long time. It's rare for a seventh-rank magical beast to have such an ancient and weathered aura."
As Chu Ning studied the turtle, his eyes flickered with interest.
Even at such close proximity, the turtle showed no reaction and remained in a state of slumber, its aura concealed.
This was exactly like the state of a magical beast on the verge of advancing to the next rank.
"If a seventh-rank magical beast advances, it becomes an eighth-rank.
If I can tame it, I'll have an additional helper at the Nascent Soul level."
Chu Ning considered the possibility, thinking it was worth a try.
If it didn't work out, he could always kill it later.
Even if he had to do that, its value would be higher after it advanced to an eighth-rank magical beast.
With that in mind, Chu Ning took out an empty spirit beast bag and aimed the opening directly at the giant turtle.
If the turtle hadn't been asleep and offered even the slightest resistance, Chu Ning wouldn't have been able to capture it.
But at that moment, as Chu Ning channeled his spiritual power, the giant turtle was sucked into the bag.
"Good thing I made this spirit beast bag big enough, otherwise, this turtle wouldn't have fit."
After storing the turtle in his bag, Chu Ning chuckled.
He glanced around and continued flying forward.
There were plenty of seventh-rank magical beasts in the Iceland Immortal City's waters, and he wasn't going to let any of them off the hook.
Not long after Chu Ning left, not far away in the depths of the sea, a turtle head poked out from a coral reef, looking up at the sea's surface as if sensing something.
After a while, the tiny eyes on the turtle head spun, surprisingly displaying a human-like expression of confusion and relief.
The next moment, the turtle head retracted, and a gigantic turtle-like magical beast emerged from the coral reef.
This turtle was also huge, but compared to the one Chu Ning had encountered earlier, it was far less impressive.
Its aura was stable, indicating that it was indeed a seventh-rank Deepsea Turtle.
(End of Chapter)
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