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Chapter 84: Delicious Wine, No Money
Chapter 84: Delicious Wine, No Money
"Heh! Heh!"
After an unknown distance, the massive body of the Flood Dragon tumbled and convulsed, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
It transformed back into human form.
On its body, covered in black scales, were intricate crimson wounds.
The hideous head of the Flood Dragon panted heavily, its sharp claws reaching downward, stained with blood. From its waist down, it had been sliced in half by the halberd.
Its eyes reflected panic and lingering fear.
Leaning against a tree, it let out a shrill cry, its scarlet tongue flicking out. The rough claws, covered in scales, grew hot as they clamped down on the wound.
From this day forward, Zhang Hengzhou of Qingfeng Mountain was no more; only the Sixth Prince, the Flood Dragon Lord of Yangchun River, remained.
On the premise that... he could escape back to Yangchun River.
Intense resentment converged in its sinister eyes.
It was a three-thousand-year-old Elixir Condensing Demon, yet it appeared so frail when facing Chen Qiantian.
"Town Magic Division! Town Magic Division!"
The Flood Dragon gradually regained some strength, its face contorting with intense jealousy. The Dan Condensing Realm was divided into three steps: condensing liquid into Dan, embracing Dan in the qi sea, and shattering Dan to nurture the divine.
The most crucial step was the second one.
The Dan was like a placenta; when it first condensed, it contained only the pure essence of the heavens and earth, like an empty egg. After the Dan was shattered, what was born from it depended mainly on what was used to nurture it during the embracing stage.
If one used sword intent, qi, blood, and essence... they could achieve the realm of a Hunyuan Invincible Master. For a demon to reach this state, they would be hailed as a Demon King.
However, among the dozen or so generals of the Town Magic Division, including the Qingzhou Commander, all but a minority had taken a shortcut—the path of incense wishes.
By nourishing their inner Dan with the incense wishes of the Qingzhou populace, they waited for it to hatch, giving birth to a Yin Spirit.
At this stage, one transcended the constraints of martial arts. It was entirely different from the Hunyuan Realm, belonging to two distinct paths, and was known as a Martial Immortal.
In close-quarters combat, Martial Immortals were far inferior to Hunyuan Realm Masters, yet they possessed their own mysteries. Their Yin Spirits could leave their bodies and roam the four seas, listening to all directions.
This was originally the path to godhood for mountain and wilderness spirits—doing good deeds, building temples, accumulating wishes, and eventually attaining the position of a river mother or land god.
But now, warriors had learned this method, relying on the support of the court. With these advantageous conditions, they wantonly plundered incense wishes.
How old was Chen Qiantian? Only eight hundred years old.
Relying solely on his reputation as a Grand Commander of the Town Magic Division in Linjiang County, he had accumulated such a profound foundation.
Although he couldn't slay demons from a thousand miles away, he could briefly release his Yin Spirit, wielding a sharp blade that nearly took the Flood Dragon's life.
This indicated that the Martial Immortal within Chen Qiantian's Dan was already taking shape. It only lacked the tempering of time, quietly awaiting the moment when the Dan would shatter and the spirit would emerge.
"Qingfeng Mountain can't hold him back!"
Despair filled the Flood Dragon's eyes. That boundless sword intent could trap the physical body, but how could it trap a Yin Spirit?
Even the lingering soul of the Zhang family ancestor in the Ancestral Sword, relying on the life force of generations of disciples, thought that Chen Qiantian's warrior's means couldn't touch him, that he was safe and sound... At this moment, he was probably slain by the old general's summoned Yin Spirit.
"Escape!"
The Flood Dragon finally regained some strength. With its palms dragging its mutilated body, it struggled to crawl across the ground.
As long as it returned to Yangchun River and the dragon returned to the water, not only would Chen Qiantian be helpless, but even if the true Martial Immortal, the Qingzhou Commander of the Town Magic Division, arrived, he could only gaze at the river in frustration.
After painstakingly accumulating a little reputation as a hero, with the title of a Qingfeng Mountain disciple, it had condensed its Dan in the Sword Pool and succeeded the position of the sect master. If it continued on this path, it would have had the opportunity to compete for incense wishes.
Unwilling to give up the identity of Zhang Hengzhou, it ended up losing half its body! Even in this dire situation, to conceal its tracks, it dared not reveal its true form as a Flood Dragon, a truly shameful and humiliating plight!!
The Flood Dragon desperately masked its aura as it crawled along the ground with its palms, a speed not much slower than flying in the clouds. The main advantage was safety.
Suddenly, its entire body trembled, and it raised its head to look at the crimson qi filling the sky ahead.
The sound of light footsteps reached its ears.
"Chen Qiantian, you've gone too far!"
The Flood Dragon was like a startled bird, turning around abruptly, its voice filled with shock and a hint of breakdown.
But soon, it saw a figure that stirred intense resentment within it.
The handsome young man panted heavily, his messy hair damp with sweat, sticking to his fair cheeks. His black shirt fluttered slightly, and his palms gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. Endless killing intent surged in his deep, pitch-black eyes.
Then, he stopped at a safe distance.
"It's you."
The Flood Dragon was stunned, suddenly finding the situation hilarious, yet its heart ached with pain.
Did it look so pathetic that even a mere Jade Liquid Realm youngster dared to pursue and kill it?
Watching the young man stand still, the Flood Dragon was perplexed, "You're just a squad leader, earning two hundred taels a month. Why did you come alone?"
Shen Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead. He swore that since he had opened his eyes in the Liu family, he had never exerted himself this much.
The mighty Tian Gang Blood Killing Strike suddenly descended, slamming onto the Flood Dragon's mutilated body!
It was only at this moment that Shen Yi gradually regained his composure, softly explaining, "Because you looked at me three times."
The scales on the Flood Dragon's back were imprinted with white marks from the strike, and countless cracks spread across its body as demonic flames licked at its flesh.
However, the dragon-headed creature showed no change in expression, asking, "You want to kill me just because I looked at you?"
"It was three times."
Shen Yi pursed his lips as he corrected the creature calmly but sincerely, "Not only do I want to kill you, but I also want to slaughter your entire family."
He meant every word he said.
In the dragon's eyes, Shen Yi saw malice and hatred, but what he didn't see was a way out for himself.
So, even if the creature had the slightest chance of escape, Shen Yi would snuff it out with his own hands.
Otherwise, he might face the retaliation of the entire Yangchun River Flood Dragon clan.
"Heh! Ha—"
The Flood Dragon remained silent for a long time, as if it had seen through the young man's thoughts. Suddenly, it let out a laugh, its whole body trembling as it gasped for breath. With a vicious snarl, it slammed its claws forward and said, "You've got some brains, after all."
The reason Zhang Hengzhou was so valued by the Qingfeng Sect Master, treating him like his own son, was that they shared a similar personality.
They were both overly protective! Moreover, Jiao Feng was not a half-demon but the offspring of this Flood Dragon and its mother before it left the Yangchun River. It had left the river out of concern for its young offspring, fearing that it would be bullied by its kin.
That offspring was its only... true... child!
And now, the youth's strong and familiar aura was driving it insane.
Even though it knew that Chen Qiankun could arrive at any moment, it was still confident that it could easily deal with a mere Jade Liquid Realm warrior.
"So, what are you waiting for? Come on! Kill me!"
The Flood Dragon let out a piercing shriek and began to climb forward again. But then it saw Shen Yi silently retreat a few steps, only to raise his hand and summon another wave of Tian Gang Blood Killing Strikes.
It advanced, and he retreated.
He retreated in perfect sync with its movements, not an inch more or less.
Flood Dragon: "..."
"Don't come any closer. I'm a little scared."
Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging by his sides, his voice calm and steady as he spoke the truth. Then, he lifted his hand and summoned a third wave of the blood-red strikes.
The previous battle between the Condensing Realm cultivators had already exceeded his understanding.
Therefore, he truly felt uncertain about the outcome.
The usually infallible Blood Gang Strike seemed to have no effect on the Flood Dragon.
But Shen Yi firmly believed that persistence would pay off. If not, then he simply hadn't done enough.
In the span of a few breaths, he had unleashed nearly twenty strikes, his face turning deathly pale from the exertion.
As the power of the Blood Gang Strike increased, so did its consumption, far beyond what it had been initially.
Countless crimson strikes, like a tempestuous storm, rained down on the Flood Dragon, turning the sky above into a dark crimson.
Just as the Flood Dragon thought Shen Yi had exhausted himself, the young man slowly held his breath.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a golden light shone in his pupils. "..."
The hand that had just paused for a moment was raised once more!
"What kind of demonic art is this?"
Facing this incomprehensible scene, the Flood Dragon's expression changed slightly, and it felt a strange unease in its heart.
It could feel the tearing pain spreading across its back, and its gaze turned cold. After hesitating for a moment, it slowly turned and began to crawl away.
Something's not right! I need to get out of here!
"..."
The sound of light footsteps approached again.
The Flood Dragon suddenly turned its head, glaring at Shen Yi with hatred, but it could only withdraw its gaze helplessly and continue to climb forward with even more vigor.
However, the footsteps always remained a constant distance behind it, only stopping when it turned back. Shen Yi seemed ever ready to retreat, never giving it a chance to counter-attack.
Along with the relentless footsteps came an endless torrent of strikes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The strikes landed on the Flood Dragon's sturdy back, setting its body ablaze with raging flames. Countless wounds tore open, and dark red demonic blood soaked the ground.
Finally, it stopped moving, staring at the shadowy youth who seemed inseparable from it, its pupils turning bloodshot. It opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs and a scarlet tongue, and roared in fury, "You're afraid of your mother!"
"Scram!!!"
There was no hint of fear in the way Shen Yi mercilessly attacked.
Who the hell is this guy? Doesn't he have any dignity as a warrior? Is he bullying a disabled dragon?!
(End of Chapter)
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