As soon as his voice fell, a huge spiritual consciousness suddenly squeezed into his brain!

"Woo woo woo, big brother, you finally showed up!"

"I've been waiting for you for a hundred years, why don't you come to see me?"

"I miss you so much that I cry every day. My tears have dried up!"

Feeling the voice in my head, which might even be described as a bit mean.

Chen Yang's mouth twitched as he looked at the existence that caused the water level of the entire Longqian Creek to drop just by sticking its head out of the lake.

Originally, he was not sure when he saw the hideous sword wound on the monster's head.

But who else could have such fluctuations in consciousness like that of a little shrew except the little spirit that had been with him for thousands of years?

Xiao Ling, full name is Ling Tianjiao!

It is said that his ancestor is a descendant of the Eastern Azure Dragon, one of the five sacred beasts in ancient times!

At the beginning, when the evil demons had not yet invaded and Chen Yang was still living a good life in the Floating Light Holy Land, the two of them became acquainted by chance.

At that time, Chen Yang often brought Jiang Yunlan and others to Longqian Creek to relax and have fun.

One time when I was having fun, I met Xiao Ling.

However, Xiao Ling's intelligence at that time was not fully developed, and he was not much different from ordinary monsters. He was even a little stupid.

The sword wound on the opponent's head was caused by Chen Yang's casual sword strike when Xiao Ling tried to attack Jiang Yunlan.

Originally, he was planning to wipe it out directly.

But when he finally took action, Chen Yang discovered that although Xiao Ling looked ferocious, his demonic energy was extremely pure.

This is a characteristic possessed by monsters that have never devoured humans. It is also because of this that Xiao Ling managed to escape the fate of being killed.

Later, when Chen Yang detected that the other party still had the blood of the Azure Dragon, he kept it by his side to practice.

After all, this is the descendant of the ancient sacred beast. If it can be cultivated, it will definitely be able to help the Floating Light Fairyland in the future.

If there hadn't been the subsequent invasion of evil spirits, things would have developed as Chen Yang had planned...

Slowly exhaling, Chen Yang shook off those old memories.

Ever since his spiritual roots were destroyed, he hasn't seen Xiao Ling for hundreds of years.

Now the other party's size and appearance were indeed beyond his expectations.

If it weren't for the scar on the other person's head that still retained some of his sword intent, he would not have thought of the other person.

After Xiao Ling appeared, he finally understood why there was always a familiar aura in the surging Longqian Creek.

Isn’t this wave of spiritual energy that is constantly surging between heaven and earth the water-controlling technique that I taught Xiao Ling in the past?

But why does the other party want to stir up the Longqian Creek all the time?

"Brother, brother, why are you ignoring me!"

"Brother, after not seeing you for a hundred years, have you really forgotten Xiao Ling?"

While Chen Yang was still sorting out the matter, that vile voice continued to echo in his spiritual sea, causing Chen Yang to frown slightly.

It has only been a short while since he recovered his strength.

Although the strength of his soul still existed, he became increasingly exhausted due to the lack of spiritual nourishment for a long time.

Now this guy is making trouble for him again, and Chen Yang feels an unprecedented fatigue in his soul.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang did not move. He just looked at the other person calmly and sent a message through his consciousness: "I don't have time to deal with you now. Go to the other side and wait for me."

"Then tell me everything you've done in the past hundred years."

"Now take your... little brother, cancel this water control technique, and get back here."

"Oh, okay."

Seeing that Chen Yang's face was slightly unhappy, Xiao Ling's huge body trembled visibly.

It hadn't seen Chen Yang like this for hundreds of years, but it had not forgotten that if Chen Yang spoke to it like this, a beating would be inevitable.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling felt very aggrieved.

It was obvious that Chen Yang had never visited it in the past hundred years, and it had been obediently following Sister Jiang Yunlan's orders and had been releasing its own aura in Longqian Creek for a hundred years without stopping.

It has been obedient, why is it being scolded now?

The huge body trembled slightly, but the waves it created almost destroyed the water-proof formation above the cabin that Chen Yang had just repaired.

Under Chen Yang's cold gaze, Xiao Ling suddenly reacted, and hurriedly controlled the thousand-foot lake water so that there were no ripples at all, and his big head gradually sank into the water.

"Okay, big brother!"

"I'll be waiting for you right away!"

The huge figure swung its tail and quickly rushed towards the other side.

Chen Yang looked at the lake water that had returned to its horizontal level and the huge dragon body that almost occupied the entire Longqian Creek as it left his feet, and sighed in his heart.

"It seems there are too many things I don't know. What exactly happened in these hundred years?"

"Why……"

Shaking his head, he waved his hand to put away the Seven Swords and turned back to the cabin.

He hadn't figured out other things yet, but he would be able to find the answer to Long Qianxi's matter from Xiao Ling soon.

Chen Yang, immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice.

The guests who survived in the cabin, regardless of gender, age or status, all looked at him quietly, their eyes following his movements.

Even the boatman stared at Chen Yang in amazement, unable to believe what he saw.

He originally thought that his small boat would definitely be destroyed today, but he never expected that this young man who looked like a scholar standing at the bow with a sword could actually turn the tide!

Especially the dark clouds and strong winds that gradually dissipated in the sky made the boatman confused.

As God knows, he has been following his grandfather and father to ferry people ever since he can remember.

And the dark clouds and storm above the nine heavens of Longqian Creek have not dissipated for a hundred years!

But today, not only have the dark clouds dispersed, even the lake water in Longqian Creek, which has always been creating waves, is as calm as usual.

Moreover, the monster that seemed to occupy the world just by showing its head almost made him kneel on the ground.

Others may not know, but he knows it very well!

That is, every time they set out on a ship, they have to use the so-called spiritual stones as sacrifices to honor Grandpa Dragon King!

And the Dragon King was just glared at by this young man and left in shame?

What on earth is going on!

"Young Master..."

After a moment of silence, the boatman came tremblingly to the side of the thoughtful Chen Yang, with fear in his respect.

"With my ordinary eyes, I didn't recognize you as an immortal at first."

"I hope you won't blame me for any offense I may have caused you."

Chen Yang finally reacted after hearing the sound. He slowly looked up and realized that everyone around him was staring at him.

He coughed twice and stood up, then smiled and bowed to everyone, saying, "It's okay. I'm a victim just like you all."

"Please don't take it too seriously. I only took action to protect myself."