Chapter 525: Poisonous Flood Dragon

A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to ImmortalityAuthor: Wang YuVolume 3, Chapter 4: Winds Rise OverseasCategory: Fantasy Cultivation

“Poisonous Flood Dragon!” Han Li exclaimed inwardly, a rare look of fear appearing on his face.

This demonic beast was bright red and a hundred zhang long, almost identical to the Ink Flood Dragon Han Li had seen before. It was, in fact, a genuine flood dragon – and a notorious Poisonous Flood Dragon at that.

From the spiritual light shimmering tangibly on its vibrant red scales, it was undeniably a true Rank 8 demonic beast.

The inexplicable pressure this beast exuded was something Han Li had only ever felt from Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

Flood dragons were among the few spiritual beasts that had survived since ancient times. Not only did these demonic beasts cultivate much faster than ordinary ones, but once they achieved mastery, their magical power and divine abilities far surpassed those of other demonic beasts at the same rank. For pure-blooded flood dragons, even defeating enemies of a higher rank was not impossible.

If the ancient records were true, even though this Poisonous Flood Dragon was a Rank 8 beast, it wouldn't be at a disadvantage even when clashing head-on with a Rank 9 demonic beast.

How could Han Li not be alarmed by this?

Han Li immediately had the urge to flee, but he wisely restrained himself from making any rash moves.

Two streaks of light were still shooting towards them from a distance, seemingly with ill intent. Fleeing amidst the chaos would be better than rashly exposing his presence now.

Nevertheless, Han Li discreetly donned his Blood-Colored Cloak. At the same time, with a slight shake of his hands, the Five-Element Ring and the Flower Basket quietly appeared in his grasp.

Only then did Han Li feel a little more at ease.

At this moment, the Poisonous Flood Dragon stopped its long hiss. It twisted its massive head and glanced at the giant turtle still struggling against the lightning. A strange glint flashed in its eyes.

Then, a dazzling blue light emanated from its body, and its enormous form rapidly shrank and transformed within the glow.

A moment later, a human-shaped flood dragon, roughly the size of an ordinary person, appeared in its place.

Its head remained a fearsome dragon head, completely unchanged. However, its body and limbs had transformed into a humanoid form, covered from head to toe in bright red scales, with a thick, powerful dragon tail still present, swaying back and forth incessantly.

Witnessing the flood dragon’s transformation, Han Li was utterly aghast.

The humanoid Poisonous Flood Dragon stood bare-handed upon the waves, as if on solid ground, its body not swaying in the slightest.

However, after transforming into human form, the Poisonous Flood Dragon's emerald eyes inadvertently glanced in Han Li's hidden direction. The chilling intent contained within that gaze instantly sent a shiver down Han Li's spine, causing cold sweat to break out on his palms gripping the two ancient treasures.

Fortunately, at that very moment, a golden light from afar and a red glow from another direction arrived almost simultaneously.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon immediately disregarded Han Li, its cold gaze turning towards the three figures who had appeared in the air.

The figure in the golden light was an elderly Daoist priest with an immortal aura. He carried a treasured sword on his back and held a whisk in his hand, dressed in a dazzling golden Eight Trigram Daoist robe. Stroking his beard, he scrutinized the humanoid Poisonous Flood Dragon, his face filled with shock. However, amidst his surprise, a hint of greed also flickered in his eyes.

Standing not far from the Daoist priest were a pair of similar-looking middle-aged men with ghastly, pale faces resembling zombies. They both wore identical dazzling fiery-red robes; the only difference was that one carried a large red gourd on his back, while the other held a ten-foot-tall ghost-head staff.

The two men first glanced at the giant turtle and the Poisonous Flood Dragon below, then at the Daoist priest opposite them, remaining expressionless and silent.

Among the three, the old Daoist priest was a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator, while the two middle-aged men were merely at the late Core Formation stage. However, what surprised Han Li was that these two red-robed middle-aged men exuded an imposing aura in front of both the Poisonous Flood Dragon and the Nascent Soul old Daoist priest, showing no trace of fear.

“Heh heh! I didn’t expect to encounter fellow Daoists Huo. This humble Daoist is truly honored!” The old Daoist priest’s eyes moved a few times before he suddenly spoke to the two red-robed men with a smile.

“We also didn’t expect to meet Senior Jin Xia here. Does Senior intend to hunt the two demonic beasts below? If so, my brother and I will yield to Senior.” The red-robed man carrying the gourd twitched his facial muscles, speaking without changing his expression.

Hearing this, the old Daoist priest felt a wave of irritation.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon below was equivalent to a Rank 9 demonic beast. No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't believe he could take down this flood dragon alone.

If it weren’t for his confidence in his sharp magical treasures, he wouldn’t even dare to consider taking on this flood dragon!

Therefore, after furrowing his brows a few times, the old Daoist priest simply cleared his throat and stated directly:

“Fellow Daoists, you jest. This humble Daoist cannot defeat the Poisonous Flood Dragon below alone. Similarly, even with your Heaven-Shattering Divine Sand, you cannot trap and kill this beast. However, if we combine our forces, there might be a slim chance. Are the two of you interested in giving it a try? It has been many years since a Rank 8 demonic beast was encountered. If we truly succeed by chance, I won’t ask for the Rank 8 demonic core, but I must extract the flood dragon’s soul.” Daoist Jin Xia stared at the two red-robed men and spoke slowly.

The old Daoist priest’s words seemed to somewhat surprise the two red-robed men. They exchanged a glance, and without any discernible communication, the middle-aged man holding the ghost-head staff briefly nodded and replied:

“Alright! Since Senior has spoken thus, then it’s settled. We junior brothers also don't want to miss this opportunity. Let’s go all out and give it a try!” As soon as he finished speaking, the other man flipped his hand, and the fiery-red gourd from his back appeared in his hand.

Hearing this, the old Daoist priest was immediately overjoyed. With a raise of his hand, a cyan jade ring shot out from his sleeve, growing larger as it met the wind and emitting a buzzing sound.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon, which had been coldly observing the three, seemed to understand their words.

After a flash of fierce light, it opened its massive mouth without a word, and a streak of blood-red light shot towards the old Daoist priest, vanishing in an instant. Its own figure flickered, then it vanished from the sea surface as if into thin air.

The next moment, the Poisonous Flood Dragon appeared behind the two red-robed men as if teleporting. It raised both hands, and with a flash of blue light from its ten fingers, fiercely plunged them down.

With a loud clang, a giant cyan hand suddenly blocked the attack.

It was actually the red-robed cultivator's ghost-head staff, which had automatically transformed into a ten-foot-tall ferocious ghoul, saving them.

Even so, the Huo brothers were greatly startled.

Their previously death-like faces revealed a hint of shock.

But at the same time, they lightly activated the red gourd. After a whistling sound, countless red crystal sands surged out from the gourd, overwhelming everything. In the blink of an eye, an area of over a hundred zhang transformed into a fiery-red world, trapping the Poisonous Flood Dragon within it.

Meanwhile, the blood-red light spat out by the Poisonous Flood Dragon intertwined and battled with the jade ring released by the old Daoist priest, like a living entity.

Observing Daoist Jin Xia’s solemn expression and his complete unwillingness to let the blood-red light get close, it was clear that the blood-red light was equally formidable.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon was forced to fight one against three, clearly buying time for the demonic turtle’s tribulation.

Similarly, the old Daoist priest and the two red-robed men feared that the Poisonous Flood Dragon might escape if the situation turned unfavorable. They were content to slowly wear down the beast's magical power before delivering a decisive blow. As for the giant turtle, even if it survived its tribulation, it would be severely weakened and no longer a threat.

Thus, the three cultivators and one demonic beast engaged in battle high in the sky. Below, the giant turtle's tribulation had reached a critical point; the heavens no longer unleashed mere bolts of lightning, but began dropping spheres of silver lightning. These struck the giant turtle, causing its entire body to tremble as it let out continuous roars.

Witnessing this scene, Han Li, who was hidden to the side, felt a surge of joy.

Naturally, he harbored no foolish thoughts of profiting like a fisherman. This level of conflict was beyond his intervention, and regardless of whether a demon or human emerged victorious, either side would easily be able to deal with him, a mere early Core Formation stage cultivator.

Now that he finally had an opportunity to escape, he swiftly channeled all his magical power into the Blood-Colored Cloak, instantly transforming into a streak of blood-red light that pierced through the air and vanished.

Han Li's astonishing escape light startled the three cultivators and one demonic beast engaged in battle, but they quickly disregarded it.

Although the blood-red light was incredibly fast, they could instantly discern Han Li's cultivation level: an early Core Formation stage cultivator was simply an insignificant figure to them.

Fearing that his cave abode might be discovered by these demonic beasts and cultivators, Han Li’s blood-red light did not fly into the foggy sea but instead fled in another direction.

Utilizing the Blood-Colored Cloak's incredible speed, Han Li fled several thousand li in a single breath.

Seeing that nothing was pursuing him, he finally relaxed and confidently switched to a normal escape light, continuing his flight forward.

After flying for more than half a day's journey, Han Li found a deserted island at random and temporarily stopped there.

After lingering in the nearby sea area for several days, estimating that the great battle should have ended, Han Li cautiously flew back.

Indeed, the vicinity of the foggy sea was now calm. Demonic beasts, cultivators, and heavenly lightning had all vanished without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

Han Li stood on the nearby sea surface, pondering for a moment, then suddenly slowly released his divine sense, beginning to scan the surrounding sea area.

Suddenly, his heart stirred. With a flash of cyan light, he abruptly sank into the sea.

After the time it takes to eat a meal, Han Li emerged from the sea, holding an item in each hand.