Chapter 268
Especially when facing the Ancestor, one must be solemn and proper.
"My hairstyle is a gift from these people, so I leave them to you," Chen Huai'an said, casting the blame aside with a cold tone. "Can you protect Li Qingran and hold off these twelve Golden Elixirs for a moment?"
Duan Feng turned his gaze to the sky.
These people were indeed Golden Elixirs, but their auras were weak and unstable, like the haphazardly piled Golden Elixirs of a minor sect that had overindulged in pills. Dealing with such Golden Elixirs, one against five would be no problem at all.
He withdrew his gaze and cupped his hands to Chen Huai'an.
"Rest assured, Ancestor. With the three of us here, no one will harm a single hair on our junior sister!"
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Chapter 286: The Flood Dragon
"I have great confidence in you, but do take care of yourselves, and..."
Chen Huai'an pointed to a cave. "Help me shatter all the formation plates. If conditions allow, there's no need for excessive killing, but if the enemy seeks your lives, then don’t hold back."
"Just watch, Ancestor." Duan Feng gripped the hilt of his sword, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Zhen Shidi's sword is known for its power, Xu Shidi's for its momentum, and my sword is known for its speed!"
As soon as he finished speaking—
Clang! With a ringing sound of the sword, only Duan Feng's afterimage remained.
Chen Huai'an looked up and saw a sliver of light breaking through the dusk.
One beam sliced toward the twelve Golden Elixirs, while another shot straight into a cave where a formation plate was set up.
The beam aimed at the Golden Elixirs was pure sword energy.
The first three Golden Elixirs were forced back by the sword energy, barely managing to block it with all their might. At the same time, the slashing sword energy tore a hole in the encirclement.
Chen Huai'an knew the opportunity had come.
He dashed toward the lake, plunging into the water.
The twelve Golden Elixirs floating above didn’t have time to intercept.
"Is he trying to escape?"
"Who cares if he is? Let’s deal with the immediate situation first!"
The leading old man among the Golden Elixirs looked grimly at Xu An and Zhen He.
Though they were also Golden Elixirs, the sword intent emanating from these two young men sent chills down his spine.
Not to mention, a beam of sword light, fast as lightning, was destroying the remaining eleven formation plates.
If they didn’t quickly suppress these four unknown Golden Elixirs, the tasks assigned by their superiors would likely remain unfulfilled, and they would be in deep trouble.
Meanwhile, at the peak of Mount Ling, at the edge of a cliff.
An old man in a gray Daoist robe, with a beard dragging on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, seemingly piercing through layers of mountains to see the battle above the lake.
"The inheritor of the Dragon Soul has finally arrived..."
He murmured to himself, a hint of a chilling smile in his voice.
Today's trap was set to ensnare the flood dragon, extract its tendons, and seize its soul.
The Demon Hunting Conference was merely a facade.
The rewards were just bait to attract participants to the conference.
As spiritual energy revival was about to enter a mid-level phase, only those with the Dragon Soul could secure a region's fortune.
"Old man Qingfeng, decades ago, when the Japanese army invaded your Qingfeng Sect, it was I who single-handedly wiped out an entire squad to protect your sect from the flames of war. Today, you should repay this favor to me!"
A voice echoed from the horizon, and faint silhouettes could be seen amidst the dim clouds.
"Wudang Zhou Renchuan?" Song Qingfeng chuckled. "If you hadn’t used that Earth-Shaking Palm back then, I would have wiped out all those devils myself... You insist on imposing a favor? It’s more of a nuisance!"
He stood up, making no visible movements.
Yet, with a single step forward, his figure had already darted a hundred zhang away.
"Today, the ownership of the Dragon Soul shall be decided by our fists. Whoever's fist is stronger, that Dragon Soul shall belong to them!"
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Below the lake.
Chen Huai'an stared in shock at the massive creature lying in the mud.
This was not his first time seeing a dragon.
He had even ridden in a dragon-drawn carriage, which still resided in his player’s backpack. If not for his insufficient strength to control those black dragons, he could have easily brought that sacred carriage into the real world for a joyride.
But none of those black dragons could compare in size to the flood dragon before him.
The coiling dragon body was over a hundred zhang long; if it were to stretch out and soar through the sky, how magnificent would that be?
Yet, even such a powerful flood dragon was now on the brink of death.
He stood at the dragon's head, watching as it struggled to lift its gaze, revealing tired, pale golden vertical pupils.
【You have finally come...】
A deep, thunderous voice echoed in Chen Huai'an's mind, filled with reverence and longing.
Chen Huai'an felt a warmth in his dantian.
He looked down to see the golden Dragon Soul swimming out from his dantian.
That tiny dragon body was no bigger than a fist, yet it exuded a terrifying majesty that made the entire lakebed feel as if it had frozen—only then did he realize that the flood dragon was not speaking to him, but to the Dragon Soul.
The Dragon Soul remained silent.
But the flood dragon seemed to have heard something, its gaze fixating on Chen Huai'an, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
【But he is not as strong as the previous inheritors.】
The flood dragon's voice shook Chen Huai'an's mind:
【Is it because you have no choice?】
What do you mean, no choice?!
Chen Huai'an's expression darkened.
Was he really that pathetic?
As the esteemed Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, he was a figure to be feared in the Cangyun Realm.
How could he seem so insignificant in the eyes of this flood dragon?
"Hey, speak more politely!" Chen Huai'an poked the flood dragon's nostrils with the sword sheath. "After all, I came down to save you. With twelve Golden Elixirs outside, I could have just left you to your fate!"
The flood dragon looked at Chen Huai'an, rolling its eyes, filled with disdain and contempt.
"What kind of look is that?!"
Chen Huai'an's lips twitched.
He could only be thankful that he wasn't in the state of using the Heavenly Demon Technique.
Otherwise, with his previous temper, he would have already slashed the flood dragon across the face.
【This is the ninety-ninth time. Your true soul has become so thin; if you fail again, you will completely dissipate... Is it worth it?】
The flood dragon ignored Chen Huai'an, merely gazing at the Dragon Soul with a complex expression.
After a long pause, it seemed to have received an answer and let out a deep sigh.
Chen Huai'an took out some healing elixirs from his backpack. Though this flood dragon was quite arrogant, its peak strength must be formidable. If he could save it, he would have a relatively stable ally in the real world, a guaranteed win.
【Kid, what are you doing?】
"Healing elixirs. Aren't you going to eat?"
【No.】 The flood dragon shook its head. 【You can't save me, and I don't want to live.】
"After all that effort to cultivate, why would you not want to live?" Chen Huai'an coaxed. "Why not come with me and enjoy the good life? I’m the only one in this realm with a hidden card up my sleeve. Though I may only be at the ninth level of Qi Refinement on the surface, I can still unleash a fury when provoked."
The flood dragon looked at the Dragon Soul with suspicion.
The Dragon Soul shook its head and swam back into Chen Huai'an's dantian.
Out of sight, out of mind.
【Kid, I will sacrifice myself to complete the Dragon Soul. From now on, you will be the only true Dragon Dao Body in this realm.】
At this point, the flood dragon had no choice but to accept the fact that its inheritor was a fool.
They say fools have their own blessings.
Among the ninety-nine previous inheritors, some were powerful beyond measure, while others were wise beyond their years, yet none had brought about a change. Perhaps, the variable would appear in this fool before him; who knows?
In any case... it was already an all-or-nothing gamble.
"Is this how you greet me with such a grand opportunity? Ha, you sly dragon..."
Chen Huai'an felt a twinge in his nose and sneezed.
The flood dragon: "..."
【Remember, do not become an ascendant!】
【No matter what temptations you face... do not become an ascendant!】
The flood dragon rose from the lakebed, coiling above Chen Huai'an's head.
Twelve golden chains connecting to its body were instantly shattered by a terrifying force.
Even when trapped, it still harbored a final shred of strength.
Only to sacrifice itself at this moment, becoming the material to complete the Dragon Soul, and… leaving a warning imprinted deep within the soul.
【... and absolutely, do not become an ascendant!!!】
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