185: Dragon essence blood

Bai He was blatantly provoking the Flood Dragon Clan!

The Black Flood Dragon went mad, driving its Domain to pounce frantically at Bai He.

But Bai He was unhurried.

He slowly raised his sword, and the Sword Dao Domain around him rapidly deformed, turning into a massive sword light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

In an instant, the world seemed to contain nothing but this brilliant sword light.

Countless tiny strands of Sword Qi converged from all directions, merging into that main sword light, causing its power to surge as if it were about to cleave the entire sky apart!

The Flood Dragon felt an unprecedented crisis; it felt that it could not withstand this strike!

"Good! Good! Good!" The Flood Dragon laughed frantically:

"Today, let us see whether your sword, Bai He, is faster, or my dragon armor is harder!"

It contracted the power of its Dragon Essence Domain as much as possible, transforming it into a defensive form.

Then, it suddenly soared into the air, its dragon scales standing on end, and charged resolutely toward that world-destroying sword light.

A dragon roar shook the sky, resonating with the sword's hum, making the entire Han River Basin tremble.

The sword light and the dragon's body collided violently in mid-air.

Boom!!!

Amidst the deafening roar, space itself seemed to twist.

The Black Flood Dragon's scales shattered inch by inch, and blood fell like rain.

But its ferocity erupted, and it actually endured the sword light, striking a claw toward Bai He's chest.

Bai He let out a muffled groan, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm; he turned the long sword in his hand, and the sword momentum changed again, transforming into countless tiny sword threads that wound around the Flood Dragon's body like maggots on a bone, cutting frantically.

"Roar!!!"

The Black Flood Dragon let out a shrill scream, its body mangled by the countless sword threads.

It struggled frantically, trying to break free from the sword threads' restraint, but Bai He's Sword Intent tightened further, as if to crush it completely.

"It's over!"

Bai He's eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto the sword blade.

In an instant, the entire sword shone brilliantly, emitting a clear sword hum that sounded like a dragon roar from ancient times.

"Slay!"

With his low shout, the countless sword threads wrapped around the Flood Dragon instantly tightened, and at the same time, that main sword light also hacked down fiercely!

Puchi!!!

The sword light pierced through the Black Flood Dragon's head, emerging from the back of its skull.

The Black Flood Dragon's body suddenly stiffened, the light in its eyes rapidly dimmed, and it finally fell powerlessly into the river, kicking up a towering wave.

Bai He hovered in mid-air, his aura slightly disordered, and his face somewhat pale.

He slowly descended, standing on the river surface; a cluster of spiritual energy threads shot out, wrapping up the Flood Dragon's body and storing it into his storage ring.

In the distance, a streak of light flew over.

Looking closely, it was none other than the Violet Cloud Sword Master.

"Is it worth offending the Flood Dragon Clan?" the Violet Cloud Sword Master asked with a complex expression.

"It's worth it!" Bai He said decisively.

Hearing this, the Violet Cloud Sword Master said no more... Lin Yan sat quietly by the stone table in Bai He's courtyard, waiting; the faint scent of the old plum blossoms in the courtyard wafted about, and time seemed to slow down.

About an hour passed when a cool breeze suddenly brushed through the courtyard, and a familiar green sword light arrived in an instant, landing steadily in the courtyard.

Bai He's figure appeared, the river wind and mist not yet dissipated from his robes; although his aura was slightly unstable, his gaze remained as sharp as ever.

"Revered Master," Lin Yan immediately rose and bowed.

Bai He glanced at him, nodded slightly, and casually tossed over a warm jade bottle.

Lin Yan caught it; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, and he could feel the surging vitality and... pure Dragon Qi faintly emanating from the bottle!

It far surpassed the Dragon Carp King's essence blood!

He couldn't help but be startled.

Where did such fresh and pure flood dragon essence blood come from?

It couldn't be... "This is the heart essence blood of a Sixth-Rank Flood Dragon; it should be enough for you," Bai He said indifferently.

"Additionally, there is a section of the Flood Dragon's corpse, which I have sealed with spiritual energy to prevent the loss of blood qi."

As he spoke, he took out a blackish section of the Flood Dragon's body from his storage ring.

"Quite a bit of blood can still be refined from this Flood Dragon body."

"Furthermore, the flood dragon scales are exceptionally sturdy; you can strip them off and find a skilled Artifact Refiner, or try to forge a piece of defensive battle armor yourself. It will be of great benefit when you travel through dangerous lands in the future."

Lin Yan turned his gaze toward that section of the Flood Dragon corpse, his face showing uncontrollable shock.

Although it was only a section, it was extremely thick and large, estimated to weigh several thousand pounds—not a small amount.

Despite having lost its life, this body still emitted an aura that made Lin Yan's heart tremble with fear.

It was definitely a genuine Sixth-Rank Flood Dragon!

Most importantly, this Flood Dragon corpse was extremely fresh—it had clearly just been slaughtered!

For the sake of a single sentence from him, Bai He had gone and slaughtered a Sixth-Rank Flood Dragon on the spot?!

Lin Yan nodded somewhat blankly: "Disciple understands."

Bai He's expression darkened slightly as he added:

"As for this Flood Dragon's meat... you'd better not think about eating it. This flood dragon lurked in the Han River for many years and consumed countless Mortals and Loose Cultivators; its entire body is entangled with Evil Qi and resentment. Eating it might bring misfortune."

"Disciple will keep Revered Master's teachings in mind," Lin Yan responded solemnly.

Bai He looked at him with a hint of expectation in his eyes:

"Essence blood is precious; you must use it cautiously. Flood dragon blood is exceptionally overbearing; when tempering, you must proceed step by step. If there is any discomfort, stop immediately and come find me."

"Yes, Revered Master." Lin Yan gripped the jade bottle in his hand, a warm current rising in his heart.

In reality, he never used essence blood directly to temper his own body; it was all used to nurture spirit plants.

"Go now," Bai He waved his hand. "I need to rest."

"Revered Master, aren't you curious what I want this Flood Dragon for?" Lin Yan couldn't help but ask.

Bai He gave a soft smile and said, "I believe in you."

Lin Yan said solemnly, "Disciple will definitely not let Revered Master down!"

"Mm." Bai He nodded slightly with satisfaction, then changed his tone:

"This time, I have offended the Flood Dragon Clan again. You were already targeted by the Blood Mass before, so you must be more careful when you go out in the future."

"Disciple understands!" Lin Yan nodded.

"Of course, don't worry too much," Bai He added.

"Although the Flood Dragon Clan is brutal, they are proud by nature; they will likely come for me. Even if they vent their anger on you, they won't directly send a powerhouse to act against you."

"On the other hand, the Blood Mass is likely the Blood Race playing tricks behind the scenes, which we must guard against."

...Lin Yan bid farewell to his Revered Master Bai He and flew back to the Small Valley on his sword.

He walked straight toward that Core Spirit Field.

In the spirit field, among a patch of crimson Dragon Blood Grass and Dragon Marrow Grass, several strange stalks of dragon heart grass were growing quietly.

[spirit plant Name: dragon heart grass]

[growth progress: 8734/100000]

[spirit plant Characteristic: It seems to be nurturing a True Dragon heart!]

[Growth Status: None]

The grass leaves were like swords, and the dragon-shaped rhizome at the top supported a fruit shaped like a heart, warm and moist throughout, which was currently swaying gently with the breeze, as if anticipating something.