A nameless desolate mountain.
A dilapidated Daoist temple.
Broken roof tiles, peeling wall plaster.
"Master—!"
A childish mournful cry broke the mountain's silence.
A young Daoist boy of about seven or eight was crouching in front of the stove, face covered in dirt.
Holding half a burnt firewood stick, he looked aggrievedly at the Old Daoist Priest lying on the rocking chair.
"We're out of rice!"
"We're really out of rice!"
"Yesterday, you insisted on drinking and traded the money for rice for that two taels of cat urine. What are we going to eat today?"
Hearing the boy's complaint, the Old Daoist Priest smacked his lips and wiped the wine stains from his beard.
"What are you squawking about?"
"Being hungry is just your heart being unsettled. Quiet your heart, and you naturally won't be hungry."
The little Daoist boy's cheeks puffed up in anger: "Then stop stealing the roasted sweet potatoes I hid!"
"I clearly hid them behind the statue last night, and this morning, only the skin was left!"
The Old Daoist Priest's face reddened.
He sat up straight and glared: "A practitioner of the Dao's affairs... how can you call it stealing? I thought the Ancestral Master had manifested..."
The little Daoist boy rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, I'm too hungry to move. If you don't think of a way, I'm going down the mountain tomorrow. I heard the Widow Liu's family at the foot of the mountain is hiring farmhands..."
"Hey! You little brat!"
Just as he was about to jump up to teach this Rebellious Disciple a lesson, suddenly, the Old Daoist Priest paused. His originally murky and lazy old eyes became as deep as an abyss in an instant.
He slowly turned his head. His gaze pierced through the dilapidated courtyard wall and through layers of clouds.
"What's wrong?"
The little Daoist boy was startled by his Master's sudden change and subconsciously shrank his neck.
"Master... don't scare me. I won't go, okay?"
The Old Daoist Priest ignored him, muttering to himself: "Such heavy Demonic Qi..."
Last time that little chick came, after he gave it a beating, it should have known better.
He thought the Demon Court would quiet down for a while.
Who would have thought? It had only been so long, and they were already escalating things, sending two Lotus Cultivation Demon Kings through the pass?
Did they take his words as wind in their ears?
Or did they think... that the Great Tang had no one, and they could just come and go as they pleased?
"Master..."
The little Daoist boy summoned his courage and tugged on the Old Daoist Priest's sleeve.
The Old Daoist Priest came back to his senses. He looked down at his disciple, his originally serious face suddenly breaking into a smile. He reached out and flicked the little Daoist boy's bare forehead.
"Watch the temple well. Your Master will be back soon."
The little Daoist boy stared blankly at the Old Daoist Priest.
"Master, where are you going?"
"Down the mountain."
The Old Daoist Priest carried his hands behind his back and took a step. His originally hunched figure suddenly became as towering as a mountain at this moment.
"Some things that have no eyes, instead of hiding in the Western Regions, insist on running to the Great Tang's territory to act wild."
"Since you've come."
"Then none of you will be going back."
As the words fell, swish—! A streak of cyan rainbow instantly rose from the ground, tearing through the sea of clouds, and sped toward the direction of the Region.
The wind and sand gradually subsided.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's massive body plowed a deep trench in the ground, stopping his retreat.
He shook his massive head; there was a faint indentation on his ghostly white scales.
"No wonder Jiao Xu fell at your hands... At such an age, to have entered the Zhonglian Realm and possess such strength and Physical Body, even among our Yao Race, you could be called a Prodigy..."
Jiang Yuechu did not reply. She just silently regulated her breath, her True Qi flickering on the blade of the Cold Moon.
Compared to that Lotus Cultivation Demon King in Taihu Lake, the two Flood Dragons before her were far stronger, both in strength and Bloodline.
However. Since they had come, then there would only be dead people, or dead demons.
Jiao Li, Demon King grinned and arched his back. Just now, he had only been testing her and hadn't used his full strength. Now that he had figured out this girl's style...
"Roar—!!!"
Boom—!
The ground exploded. Jiao Li, Demon King surged upward.
Unlike other White Flood Dragons that were good at Water Control, he had spent many years focusing solely on polishing his Physical Body. Within the same realm, if it came to pure Physical Body strength, he hadn't met many opponents.
His dragon body, dozens of feet long, stirred the wind and clouds, carrying a force of ten thousand jun as he dove from mid-air.
Jiang Yuechu slightly shifted her feet. Her figure moved horizontally.
Swoosh—
The sharp claws grazed her red cloak, and a few strands of red fabric drifted away.
Jiao Li, Demon King changed his move extremely quickly. When the attack missed, he twisted his waist, and his thick, white-scaled tail swept across like an iron whip.
The black-clothed figure did not continue to dodge. She flipped the Cold Moon in her hand, and the blade Qi surged.
"White Tiger Geng Metal Blade"!
The blade edge swept upward, slashing directly at the dragon tail.
Clang—!!!
The massive recoil made Jiang Yuechu's arm go slightly numb.
Jiao Li, Demon King also cried out in pain; on his dragon tail, a few scales flipped up, and strands of blood seeped out.
"Attack!" Jiao Li, Demon King roared.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King, who had been ready to strike, spat out his dragon pearl. A dazzling white light suddenly shone.
"Go."
With a soft shout, the moisture in the surrounding air instantly condensed. Hundreds of water arrows, several meters long, appeared out of thin air.
Swish, swish, swish—!!!
The sky full of water arrows, covering the sky and earth, shot toward Jiang Yuechu.
Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath. She sheathed her long blade and suddenly pressed both hands downward.
Hum—!!!
The ground beneath her feet rumbled. Two thick earthen walls rose from the ground, protecting her in the center.
Thud, thud, thud—
The water arrows sank into the earthen walls, mud and sand splashing, but they could never penetrate them.
This scene flashed a hint of astonishment in Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's eyes. This girl was not only physically strong and sharp in blade technique, but she could also manipulate earth? Could it be... that her Spiritual Seal was related to earth and stone?
Before he could figure it out, Jiao Li, Demon King could no longer hold back and roared. He slammed his body fiercely against the earthen wall.
"Break!"
Boom—
The earthen wall collapsed, and dust rose everywhere.
However, in the dust, the girl's figure was gone.
"Not good!" Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King looked up abruptly.
He saw the girl, who knew when, had already arrived above his head. In mid-air, her red cloak fluttered. Her body was like a swimming dragon, hanging upside down. The Cold Moon long blade in her hand had its blade light surge to over three zhang.
"Slash!"
The cold voice echoed through the wilderness.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's expression changed drastically. He was not like Jiao Li, Demon King, who focused on Physical Body cultivation. If he were struck by this blade, he feared his skull would be split open.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King retreated rapidly, spitting a burst of cold Qi to try and block the blade's momentum. The cold Qi touched the blade light and was instantly shredded.
At the critical moment, Jiao Li, Demon King's long tail wrapped around Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's waist and yanked him backward.
Rip—
The blade light fell. Although it didn't hit a vital point, it carved a wound on Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King's chest. Fresh blood sprayed like splashed ink.
"Ah—!!!"
Jiao Li, Demon King looked at his injured brother, his eyes turning blood-red, completely enraged. His massive dragon body, like a collapsing mountain, carried the sky full of fishy wind and broken stones, crushing down toward that flash of red.
Facing such terrifying power, Jiang Yuechu made a move that surprised everyone.
Clang—
The Cold Moon long blade returned to its sheath.