486: Nine Tribulations Dragon Transformation Pill

"This little brat!!!"

That tone, so vividly mimicked, carrying seven parts affectation and three parts naivety... where did she learn that!?!

"Qiong Shuang!" Yao Delong gritted his teeth.

"Ah?" Little White Flood Dragon tilted her head, blinking her large, crystal-clear, innocent eyes, wearing an expression that said, "I'm only concerned for you out of the goodness of my heart": "Big Brother? What's wrong?"

The next second!

"Awoo!!!"

Little White Flood Dragon let out a terrified shriek!

Her head was precisely grabbed by a large hand shimmering with faint golden light and carrying the heat of a furnace! Then...

Swoosh—!!!

A perfect parabola streaked across the sky!

"Stinky Big Brother! You threw me!!!"

Qiong Shuang's exasperated shriek echoed through the clouds!

The sea of clouds steamed as a crimson-gold sword light, wrapping around the man and the dragon, landed at the edge of the Yin Yang Sect's Treasure Pavilion plaza.

Qiong Shuang was coiled on Yao Delong's shoulder, her tiny ice-blue scales shimmering with fine, crystalline light in the sun. Having completely forgotten the indignity of being thrown just moments ago, her dragon claws tightly gripped a few strands of Yao Delong's hair, while the tip of her cold tail excitedly scratched against the skin behind his neck.

"Big Brother..."

She leaned close to Yao Delong's ear, deliberately lowering her voice, yet just loud enough for him to hear clearly. The vividly mimicked tone sounded again, carrying a touch of grievance and accusation:

"This is what I heard at a tea shop in the market down the mountain. Two Cultivators at the table next to me—that young lady in pink, to the Senior Brother in blue robes beside her... it! was! exactly like this!"

Yao Delong stumbled, and the crimson-gold sword light dimmed slightly. The vein on his forehead began to throb again. He whipped his head around, meeting Qiong Shuang's ice-blue slit pupils that were blinking and filled with "I really saw it."

"You mimicked it very well,"

Yao Delong said, practically through gritted teeth, his expression verging on "ferocious,"

"Don't do it again next time! If I hear this tone again..."

He threatened by pinching the tip of Qiong Shuang's cold tail,

"The first thing I'll do when you take human form is throw you to the Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Turtle Senior in the back mountain to be his child bride!"

Little White Flood Dragon shuddered instantly and coiled tighter: "No, no!"

She shook her little head like a rattle-drum, "Turtle Grandpa's shell is so thick... it's boring! Big Brother, I promise! In the future, I'll only mimic cool things, for example—Awoo!!!"

She exaggeratedly mimicked a dragon's roar, trying to change the subject. The farce paused, and Yao Delong rubbed his temple, feeling that raising a child was more exhausting than plotting against his Revered Master to break his defenses. He walked straight through the massive Spiritual Qi boundary marker dividing the plaza area and stepped onto the white jade stairs leading to the Treasure Pavilion.

The pavilion stood tall, magnificent and ancient. Disciples from various peaks were scattered across the plaza, and whether they were Inner Sect or Outer Sect, the atmosphere changed instantly the moment they saw that figure in black martial attire.

"Senior Brother Yao!"

"It's the True Disciple!"

"Greetings, True Disciple Yao!"

Respectful greetings rose one after another, mixed with deep awe. Yao Delong gave only a barely perceptible nod, his pace never stopping. Behind him, a wave of hushed discussions immediately surged.

A male Disciple at the Mid Nascent Soul Stage took a deep breath, his eyes filled with shock:

"Hiss... this pressure... Senior Brother Yao really has reached Soul Transformation! And this aura... it doesn't seem like he just entered the stage at all; it's as profound and powerful as those old monsters who have been in seclusion for decades!"

Beside him, a beautiful female Cultivator dressed in the water-blue Disciple robes of Nixia Peak was immediately displeased, though her watery eyes stared brightly at Yao Delong's tall, pine-like back:

"What nonsense are you spouting! Senior Brother Yao has heaven-defying talent; how could trash like you compare him to anything you can guess at?"

She deliberately raised her voice, "Back then, when he was in the Nascent Soul Realm, he could kill an Early Stage Spirit Transformation Elder from an outside sect across cultivation levels! Looking at all the hundred sects in the Eastern Region, who among the younger generation can compare to even a single finger of Senior Brother Yao? He has long surpassed ordinary Inner Sect Elders! He's simply... so cool!"

The last three words were almost a whisper, and her cheeks had already flushed a faint red.

The surrounding male Disciples sighed silently in speechlessness, while many female Disciples couldn't suppress their low gasps, their gazes following that back, their cheeks flushed with rosy clouds. Yao Delong's strength was now unfathomable, his ambitions higher than the sky, yet he had sword-like brows, star-like eyes, and an imposing, heroic bearing. Among all the contemporary female Cultivators of the Yin Yang Sect, it was hard to find any who had seen him and didn't develop romantic thoughts, their hearts stirred like ripples on a lake.

Passing through the tall, thick Spiritual Qi barrier, he stepped into the Treasure Pavilion. The space inside the building was far more vast than it appeared from the outside, with layers of stairs where runes flowed, leading directly to the upper levels. The noise and bustle of the first floor had nothing to do with Yao Delong; he took Qiong Shuang and walked straight onto the mahogany stairs leading to the second floor.

The second floor was much quieter, mostly housing Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Technique Jade Slips, rare Spiritual Materials for Artifact Refining, and other high-level cultivation resources. Thick Spiritual Qi mixed with a myriad of strange medicinal scents and the aura of jade permeated the air. The Elder in charge of this floor was an Early Stage Spirit Transformation Elder in navy blue Daoist robes with a refined, thin face.

As soon as he saw Yao Delong come up, the Elder, who had just been wearing jade spectacles to appraise a thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma, immediately stood up, his face breaking into a smile as he hurried over:

"Martial Nephew Yao! A rare guest, a rare guest! What do you need? Medicinal Pills? Pill Formula? Spirit Medicine or precious Materials? As long as you speak, if the Treasure Pavilion has it, this Junior Martial Uncle will fetch it for you right away!"

Yao Delong didn't stand on ceremony and said directly:

"I must trouble Junior Martial Uncle to prepare a Pill Formula for the 'Nine Tribulations Dragon-Drawing Transformation Pill,' along with three sets of the corresponding Spiritual Materials. Also," he took out a prepared Jade Slip and handed it over, "take ten portions of each of the Spirit Medicines on the list in this Jade Slip."

"Nine Tribulations Dragon-Drawing Transformation Pill?" The Elder's eyes brightened slightly. He glanced at the crystal-clear, pure, and robust little Ice Flood Dragon on Yao Delong's shoulder, realizing in his heart that this was for breaking through the Ninth Stage barrier.

"A good Pill Formula! High Grade Seventh Stage! A great breakthrough medicine specifically used to stimulate the Bloodline potential of high-level flood dragons, snakes, and pythons! It is a bit fierce, but the medicinal power is extremely potent! It's just right for this little one!"

He took the Jade Slip and scanned it with his Divine Sense,

"Ten jin of Cold Jade Marrow Crystal? Twenty Nine-Orifice Snow Lotus Seeds? Five drops of Qiong Shuang-Patterned Earth Core Milk? ...Heh, Martial Nephew, everything you've requested is top-notch stuff! Wait a moment!"

The Early Stage Spirit Transformation Elder was extremely efficient, his figure darting through the second-floor area like the wind. In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, he returned carrying two jade boxes swirling with Spiritual Qi and a cyan Jade Slip inscribed with complex runes and pill techniques.

"This is the original Jade Slip recording the Pill Formula, and these are the three complete sets of Materials for the Dragon-Drawing Transformation Pill, sealed separately." The Elder pointed to the smaller jade box, then opened the larger, more ornate jade box, inside which were neatly arranged, assorted Spirit Medicines shimmering with cold light.

"Ten High Grade Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Mountain Snow Soul Lotus Hearts, three liang of Black Water Mysterious Sinking Wood, and the auxiliary Materials you listed for the ten portions of Ice Soul Condensing Yuan Pill... they are all in this box. The quality is the best in the treasury; there is absolutely no inferiority!"

He paused, his fingertips imperceptibly forming a seal in his sleeve:

"Martial Nephew is a True Disciple, so the pavilion grants a 20% discount to all token holders. The total price of the items is 18,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

Yao Delong's Divine Sense, like mercury pouring onto the ground, instantly scanned all the Materials and the contents of the Jade Slip. The quantity, age, and Spiritual Qi were all perfectly accurate, and he was most satisfied with the massive demon essence contained in those few sets of Materials for the Nine Tribulations Dragon-Drawing Transformation Pill, which had such powerful impact.