151: Chapter 150: Chixiao's Memories!

Chapter 150 Chixiao Memory!!

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Liu Jianren previously crossed the fissure of the secret realm entrance, planning to go out and rent a few more material cross-body bags.

Who would have thought that upon opening his eyes, what greeted his vision was not the familiar Li family staff, but a burst of extremely brilliant golden light and magnificent Sanskrit chants.

He only felt his head grow dizzy and heavy, as if he were about to fall asleep, but a burning, stinging sensation constantly emanated from deep within his body.

That feeling was very familiar; it was the unique aura belonging to the Chixiao Sword Pill he had learned earlier, and that burning sensation could not be wrong.

It seemed there was also something else—those were beastly roars filled with sorrowful cries, sounding somewhat like the bellow of an ox, yet also resembling the roars of tigers and leopards.

He only felt that the sound was very familiar, seemingly belonging to someone very important to him?

Or an object? Or something else?

Who was he again? Oh, Liujian?

Liu what-was-it? Dharma name Huijian?

That is not right, is it? Isn't his name three characters?

Two? Forget it, let it be...

Liu Jianren's memory became increasingly hazy, gradually remembering only that he was born in this temple and raised since childhood by the abbot Fahai.

Although this memory was full of loopholes, Liu Jianren completely failed to notice it; he only felt that this was his home. Suddenly, a violent and burning tearing sensation surged from within his body, feeling as if a vicious flood dragon was thrashing about inside him. His head felt like it was splitting apart, his body felt as if it were being burned by raging fires, and his eye sockets hurt intensely, as if his eyeballs were about to be pried open.

"That is right, a vicious flood dragon has been sealed within my body since childhood, and this vicious flood dragon is now trying to take my life. My life is truly finished."

Yet this vicious flood dragon still did not manage to take his life; the abbot truly possessed peerless divine power, actually able to tear this vicious flood dragon apart with his bare hands.

The scales of the crimson vicious flood dragon were peeled off piece by piece, its flesh and blood torn apart, and its struggles were completely no match for that pair of large hands covered in white snake scales.

Snake scales? Ah, how could the abbot have snake scales on his body? Didn't he hate snakes the most in his life? The abbot looks just like a snake!

The Sanskrit chants in his mind gradually grew faint, and the miserable, shrill cries of the Red Flood Dragon became increasingly piercing. Liu Jianren suddenly felt as though something was not right.

Wasn't he supposed to be taking the Gaokao? His surname was Liu; when his father gave him his name, he took the meaning of sword's bravery and enterprising spirit, and the meaning of benevolence and kindness, hoping that he could become someone who was both enterprising and possessed benevolence and virtue—hence Jianren. What was his identity? A senior high school student in Class 6 of No. 2 Municipal High School in Gaoping City. The Gaokao? Brother Po?

Was he not Huijian? But what about the abbot? Was he Liu Jianren? Was he Huijian?!

His head hurt so much, as if he were about to die.

Suddenly, an explosive sound came from his muddled mind:

"The Red Flood Dragon!! —— Transformation of Dragon and Snake?! —— Living out of death?!"

This loud shout made it seem as though a sharp sword had sliced away the thick fog and quagmire wrapped around Liu Jianren's mind. Though his entire body was extremely weak, an indescribable sense of invigoration inexplicably arose within him.

He only felt that he had never been so clear-headed and so gratified.

Transformation of Dragon and Snake!! Living out of death!!

That is right!!! He, Liu Jianren, bore the Mandate Dragon and Snake, and was the destined person who escaped from the mouth of the crimson giant snake! He was the destined person who was going to help the Red Flood Dragon transform into a dragon!

He was the Son of the Red Emperor!!

He still had to catch up to Brother Po's footsteps and go together to witness the brilliant talents of this world!!

Where was there any sweeping novice monk? Where were there any bald donkeys of Jinshan Temple?

If he was Liu Jianren, then he was Liu Jianren!!

Liu Jianren remembered everything at this moment; his vision was completely blood-red, yet he could see clearly.

The Red Flood Dragon was roaring as it tore at its own scales, and its flood dragon blood had already flooded the entire front of the mountain gate.

Fahai's entire body resembled colorful glazed glass, dazzling and brilliant, sitting upright amidst the flood dragon blood.

The flood dragon blood and the Red Flood Dragon emitted thick red mist, and the red mist and colorful light intertwined endlessly.

The aura on the Red Flood Dragon grew increasingly weak. Its entire body had turned from crimson red into a long worm soaked through with blood; its horns, its ears, its whiskers, its eyes, its scales, its mane, and its claws had all been torn away by itself.

It no longer had the strength to move again; only the Water and Fire Flood Dragon Pill within its body, visible through its shattered bones, was still faintly emitting a dim glow. The Red Flood Dragon knew that today it would die here in Jinshan Temple; it knew far more than Liu Jianren did.

Or rather, after swallowing Liu Jianren, it had awakened some memories that did not belong to a beast.

The conflict between the Red and the White—had the Red Emperor and the White Emperor been fighting for tens of thousands of years? Or a hundred thousand years? It did not know.

It only remembered that the conflict between the Red and the White had already existed when it was still a weapon. At that time, it was a sword named Chixiao, and its master was then named Liuji, later changing his name to Liu Bang.

Together, they won the conflict between the Red and the White, and ever since then, they were unstoppable, sweeping away the formidable enemies of the world, including even the strongest of that era, Xiang Yu, who possessed the might of a demon god.

At that time, many formidable people gathered around them: Fan Kuai, the mortal incarnation of the White Tiger Star Lord; Zhang Liang, the disciple of the hermit immortal Master Chunangong; and Xiao He, the Officer of Official Salaries. But the most unforgettable one was still a young man named Han Xin.

He was nothing at all—he possessed no powerful strength, no innate wisdom from past lives, no divine power, and no Demon Gods Mighty Power. He had only himself, a commoner.

Yet Han Xin won over those arrogant and fierce generals, won over those star lords who had descended to the mortal realm, and even forced the strongest Overlord Xiang Yu of that era to commit suicide by the Wu River.

Without a doubt, Han Xin was the protagonist of that era; even Liu Bang, who was the Son of the Red Emperor, was not as dazzling as Han Xin.

Yet in the end, they all died, or rather, after leaving, they never returned.

It had already forgotten how it had fallen from Chixiao into a Red Snake with weak spirituality, but without a doubt, it was this young man named Liu Jianren who had awakened it. Furthermore, the Red Snake had felt a sense of familiarity with him from the start. As they spent more time together, the things it recalled became increasingly numerous, until it later encountered this young man named Sun Po.

He was likewise a commoner, likewise incomparably dazzling, and likewise possessed the momentum to suppress his entire generation.

This young man helped Chixiao shed its weak snake body and transform into a more powerful flood dragon—it was truly wondrous.

Yet Liu Jianren was ultimately not Liu Bang; he was merely an unfledged fledgling.

"Let it be. In this lifetime, you are not Liu Bang, and I am no longer Chixiao. Our journey has come to an end after all—"

The consciousness of the Red Flood Dragon was already on the verge of dissipating, and its vision gradually darkened. What its final consciousness saw was a pair of blood-red eyes, and in its ears were shouts of calling: "The Red Flood Dragon!! The Red Flood Dragon!!—"

Yet the Red Flood Dragon was already very tired; it finally closed its eyes.

Yet just as the Red Flood Dragon felt that its consciousness was about to sink completely into silence, suddenly, a familiar, burning power surged into its body.

"This is? The Chixiao Sword Pill?"

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