Chapter 92, The Power of Flood Dragon and Movements from All Sides 

Translator: Raznick

 

The gentle breeze on the Grey River softly shifted the waters. 

 

In the skies above the Grey River, several cultivators from Cloud Province, each at the Violet Palace Stage, found themselves trapped in a predicament, unable to advance or retreat.

 

With meticulous planning and careful scheming, the opportunity to fight the lone Blue Dragon had finally arrived.

 

Originally, they thought this battle would bring certain victory, gaining both fame and fortune.

 

But just as success seemed within reach, the skies darkened, and a Black Flood Dragon appeared without warning.

 

If they withdrew now, it would be a complete waste of efforts.

 

And after today’s lesson, finding such an opportunity again would be extremely difficult, perhaps even impossible.

 

However, if they didn’t retreat, five of them were no match for the combined forces of the two Flood Dragons.

 

“Let’s take a chance, everyone!”

 

After hesitating for a while, it was still the blue-robed old man who had been restraining the Blue Flood Dragon that couldn’t bear to leave without achieving anything; he gritted his teeth and voiced his own idea.

 

Hardly had he finished speaking when the sword cultivator in white robes, a middle-aged man, spoke solemnly: “Thirty breaths, if we don’t succeed within thirty breaths, we have to retreat. Otherwise, it’ll be too late to leave!”

 

“Let’s give it our best shot!” one of them exclaimed.

 

“We’ve got to try our luck!” another urged.

 

The others, unwilling to return without success, agreed reluctantly.

 

In no time, they intensified their attacks with artifacts and talismans against the Blue Flood Dragon.

 

The sudden development caused a stir among the group of Violet Palace cultivators. They had anticipated having about thirty breaths left before their final confrontation, but in reality, this window was much shorter than expected.

 

In just ten breaths, the Black Flood Dragon, still located several miles away from the battlefield, suddenly intervened.

 

A massive sphere of water abruptly rose up around the Blue Flood Dragon, forming a protective barrier that shielded it from incoming attacks launched by the Violet Palace cultivators. The majority of their offensive spells were deflected by this watery orb.

 

Even more astonishing was its ability to heal. As soon as the water sphere appeared, the Blue Flood Dragon’s injuries began to mend.

 

This unexpected turn of events left the Violet Palace cultivators in a state of disbelief and anger.

 

“Retreat!!”

 

The sword cultivator bellowed out. Without hesitation, he withdrew his sword and turned around, fleeing the scene swiftly.

 

The other few individuals present also retrieved their artifactS and turned to flee. However, they were not permitted to leave, as the two Flood Dragons had other plans.

 

As the elderin blue retracted the blue-golden hoop artifact that had been restraining the Blue Flood Dragon, the freed creature let out a joyful roar and then glared angrily at him. Among the five Violet Palace Stage cultivators, if it had to choose its enemy,it would not be towards the sword cultivator and his companions, who had left various wounds on its body, but rather towards this very elder in blue who had imprisoned it.

 

If it hadn’t been restrained, with its own supernatural abilities, even if it could not match up against the five Violet Palace Stage cultivators in an open confrontation, they would never have been able to surround and beat it so much. Therefore, now that it was free, its greatest desire for revenge was directed at this elder in blue.

 

With a flick of its tail, the dragon’s body rose into the air, stirring up the winds in the process. In the blink of an eye, it rode the wind and flew, appearing before the elder in blue who had taken the lead in escaping.

 

Then, opening its mouth wide, a ball of blue light erupted forth. In an instant, it transformed into a massive whirlwind, swirling toward the blue-robed elder.

 

“How dare you, beast!”

 

The blue-robed elder’s face showed both shock and fury as he roared. He waved his sleeve, summoning a blue sword which streaked toward the whirlwind.

 

But wind had no constant form; its nature was ever-changing.

 

Under the control of the green dragon, the whirlwind easily flung the blue sword, then swept him into its vortex.

 

Trapped within the eye of the whirlwind, the blue-robed elder found himself powerless, instantly experiencing the same predicament as the Blue Flood Dragon had before.

 

The Flood Dragon pressed its advantage and plunged into the whirlwind, engaging in close combat with the blue-robed elder.

 

“My fellow Daoists, save me!”

 

Not long afterward, the cry for help from the robed elder echoed out from within the whirlwind. But by then, the other four individuals had already retreated over five miles, and the Black Flood Dragon had arrived at the battlefield, riding upon a surge of dark clouds. Who would dare to turn back and rescue the robed elder now?

 

Swiftly, as the Black Flood Dragon unleashed the black clouds to engulf the whirlwind, the robed elder’s voice fell silent once more.

 

By the time Zhou Chun rushed to the scene, the battle had long since ended. He could only gather partial details from other cultivators who had witnessed the clash from a distance.

 

Upon learning that five Violet Palace cultivators had failed to subdue the Blue Flood Dragon and were instead defeated with one of them slain, Zhou Chun was deeply shaken. Generally speaking, within the same cultivation level, human cultivators ought to be slightly superior to demon beasts.

 

Only some demon beasts with mysterious abilities or particularly strong bloodlines can be exceptions.

 

The Flood Dragon, of course, was such an exception!

 

But five Violet Palace cultivators surrounding a third-grade Blue Flood Dragon and still being countered with one death—this felt like an exaggerationm.

 

Was the strength of a third-grade Flood Dragon really that formidable?

 

Zhou Chun now regreted not being present to witness that battle firsthand.

 

However, this filled him with new expectations for his own Silver Thunder Python.

 

If the Flood Dragon was truly that powerful, then if one day he could have Whitey evolve into a Flood Dragon, wouldn’t that make him invincible among peers?

 

Zhou Chun’s heart was ablaze with excitement.

 

After he had heard that the Blue Flood Dragon was injured and bled a lot of blood and shed many scales, he became even more eager. He no longer cared about hiding his tracks and joined many others in casting Water Avoidance to dive into the river, searching for any possible dragon objects. However, this was like looking for a needle in the ocean – all dependent on luck.

 

The Grey River’s water was over dozens of meters deep, and the current was very strong. The Blue Flood Dragon’s blood and scales, even if not carried away by the flow, would end up buried in the riverbed mud and hard to find. Moreover, there were many fish, shrimp, and crabs in the river – these aquatic creatures might swallow the dragon blood and turn into demons.

 

In most cases, they would just explode and die instantly. In any case, Zhou Chun searched the river for a while but didn’t want to continue this fruitless search anymore. He simply asked Twenty-seventh Uncle Zhou Jiapeng, who had also come upon hearing the news, to set up a stall by the riverbank and offer high prices for dragon objects.

 

He had moved to a nearby human town for a short stay and began reflecting on the impact of the recent battle between humans and Flood Dragon.

 

“I have obtained reports stating that in this clash with the Flood Dragon, apart from a few Violet Palace Stage cultivators, no other cultivators participated.

 

“Furthermore, there was no trace of the water demon servants that Xu Kaishan mentioned earlier.

 

“This clearly shows that his claims on that day were merely an illusion to deceive and instill faith in his story!

 

“But if he wasn’t deceiving us to seize those dragon blood items, what other purpose could he have?”

 

In the room, Zhou Chun leaned against the table, supporting his chin with his right hand as he tilted his head slightly, lost in deep contemplation.

 

Although the Clan Leader, Zhou Daoyi, had advised him not to delve further into Xu Kaishan’s background or the forces behind him, his curiosity—once sparked—could not be completely suppressed.

 

These days, he kept recalling Xu Kaishan’s unusual demeanor from that day. The more he thought about it, the more he noticed how his eyes resembled a snake’s slit pupils. And when he imagined the claw that had replaced his right hand, it struck him as uncannily similar to the Flood Dragon’s claws.

 

If this was true, then Xu Kaishan and the powers behind him likely had ties to the Flood Dragon. They might also have designs on the two Flood Dragons that appeared in the Grey River.

 

“From what we can gather now, the senior cultivators from Green Lotus Monastery are delaying their appearance because the Flood Dragon hasn’t laid its eggs yet. They must be waiting until then to strike.”

 

“The high-level cultivators in Cloud Province, after this battle, might either have completely lost hope or be contact more powerful figures, or even involving Golden Core Stage cultivators to slay the dragon.

 

“Add Xu Kaishan’s mysterious faction into the mix, and it remains uncertain who will emerge victorious.”

 

Zhou Chun thought about this and couldn’t help but feel a headache. Upon learning of the Flood Dragon’s appearance in Cloud Province, he had only come here hoping to gather some dragon blood materials.

 

However, after seeing how Clan Leader Zhou Daoyi reacted, he sensed that their goals might be more complex than just obtaining dragon blood materials.

 

But now he realized that even procuring some dragon blood items wasn’t as easy as he had imagined. This was fully confirmed over the next few days, when Twenty-seventh Uncle Zhou Jiapeng came back empty-handed every time.

 

Hundreds of cultivators went up and down, searching every inch of a thirty mile stretch of river surface, yet there was no news of anyone finding any dragon blood items. If it weren’t for numerous eyewitnesses swearing that the Blue Flood Dragon had bled heavily and shed many scales, even Zhou Chun would begin to doubt whether these items had ever existed.

 

But where had the dragon blood and scales gone? While Zhou Chun and many cultivators were puzzling over this mystery, downstream of the Grey River, where the river carves through mountains…

 

Various water demons of different shapes were busily gnawing and clawing at the riverbed, gradually excavating an underwater cave tunneling deep into the mountain. Whenever a water demon grew tired or lacked strength, it would retreat to a nearby patch of aquatic grasses to feed and rest.

 

The food they fed on was made of drowned human ! Numerous human corpses, big and small, could be seen among the dense water grasses, amounting to over a thousand in number!

 

Near where these human remains were stored, there was another underwater sandpit. Within it lay a pile of broken Flood Dragon scales and many clumps of soil stained with Flood Dragon blood.

 

Some aquatic creatures, such as loaches, eels, turtles, and water snakes, were battling each other fiercely around the pit. Only the victors would be able to enter and feast on the dragon scales and blood.

 

Yet, the majority of them would die instantly after consuming just a little of the scales or blood—their blood vessels would burst forthright.

 

As for those who managed to survive, their bodies would quickly emit spiritual power and undergo rapid physical mutations. Some turtles grew horns on their heads and scales on their bellies. Others, like loaches and eels, would swell in size, develop fine scales, and grow sharper teeth.

 

The alligator snapping turtles that underwent transformation often experienced a significant increase in body size, their skin covered with dragon-like scales, and their claws becoming sharper and more pointed. These water demons, evolved from ordinary creatures, quickly joined the ranks of their fellow water demon diggers.

 

Behind these water demons were the two Flood Dragons. At this very moment, the Blue Flood Dragon was half-buried in the riverbed mud, sleeping deeply. The Black Flood Dragon stood by its side, continuously exhaling threads of water essence onto the Blue Flood Dragon’s body, nourishing and healing its injuries.

 

It was clear that the two Flood Dragons had used their own blood to create these water demon minions for digging caves, preparing to establish a lair here. Once the den was complete, the female Blue Flood Dragon would soon lay eggs and remain in the nest to incubate them. Only after the young Flood Dragons emerged would she resurface again.

 

This time, the Flood Dragon was ambushed and injured, serving as a stark warning to the two Flood Dragons, making them far more cautious.

 

With their previous flood disturbances providing ample supplies of water demon minion food, they no longer needed to engage in such activities.

 

Moving forward, their focus would be on carefully constructing their lair and cultivating guardian dragon servants.

 

Turning back to Zhou Chun, after waiting for several days without acquiring any dragon blood items, he had ultimately abandoned that idea.

 

He concluded that if he truly wished to obtain dragon blood items, it would likely only become possible once the high-ranking cultivators from Green Lotus Monastery took action and initiated a full-scale dragon slaying incursion.

 

In such a conflict, there would be an abundance of dragon blood items available.

 

Furthermore, if the Green Lotus Monastery’s high-level cultivators succeeded in slaying the dragon, the Flood Dragon’s remains would be divided and sold.

 

At that point, as long as one was willing to spend spirit coins, there would be no shortage of obtaining some Flood Dragon blood meat. Given this situation, Zhou Chun no longer urgently sought after any Flood Dragons; instead, he merely instructed Twenty-seventh Uncle Zhou Jiapeng and Fourth Brother Zhou Zhengyu to keep an eye out for information and maintain regular communication.

 

After this manner of patrolling in Cloud Province for roughly three months, a piece of news suddenly shook the entire cultivation world of Cloud Province! Unbeknownst to where this information originated, rumors surfaced that two Flood Dragon nests were located downstream near the Flying Horse Mountain section of the Grey River, with one of them being a female dragon that had laid eggs.

 

This credible news quickly attracted numerous cultivators to investigate the situation.

 

Subsequently, individuals discovered a plethora of water demons in the Flying Horse Mountain section of the river, many of whom bore distinct dragon-descendant traits. This development dispelled any doubts the cultivators had about the rumors, leading almost half of the cultivation world in Cloud Province to rush towards the previously obscure mountain.

 

Upon confirming this information, Zhou Chun promptly located Twenty-seventh Uncle Zhou Jiapeng.

 

“Uncle Jiapeng, return to the clan at once and inform Clan Leader about the news that the Flood Dragon’s nest has appeared.”

 

Zhou Jiapeng nodded with a serious expression. “Understood. Zhengchun, you must also be cautious yourself and avoid placing yourself in dangerous situations!”

 

“I assure you, I will take care of myself.”

 

Zhou Chun acknowledged this and watched as Zhou Jiapeng mounted the Steel Plume Falcon and soared into the sky.

 

After seeing Zhou Jiapeng off, Zhou Chun hurried toward Flying Horse Mountain. He was well aware that regardless of which faction had spread the news, once it was confirmed, the high-level cultivators from the Green Lotus Monastery would take action.

 

Very soon, this place would gain fame not just in Cloud Province, but perhaps even throughout the entire Jing Kingdom!