Fearless of the dragon in the water
Here she comes, his soulmate!
Yun Xinglan immediately clutched her arm, crying out in pain, "Help! I think my arm is broken!"
"Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here right now." Lu Yixin activated the flower vines on her arm, and was about to flick one down to pull the person below up when she suddenly stopped.
Everyone in this mortal world is just an ordinary person. If they discovered that I am no ordinary person, wouldn't they have a bad impression of me...?
Since that was the case, she had no choice but to abandon the simplest method and shouted at the bottom of the pit, "Don't worry, I'll find a vine for you to climb up!"
We have no choice but to go the long way around.
Not far away stood a huge ancient tree, with countless vines wrapped around it. Lu Yixin tried a few with her hand, and finally chose one that was as thick as her forearm. She chopped it off with her hand blade and dragged the vine all the way back to the pit.
"I'll put down the vines for you. Can you climb up with one hand?" Lu Yixin called down from the edge of the pit. The pit was about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) deep, and there was a pile of scattered dead leaves beside it.
It's possible someone dug a hole to set a trap, and a passerby stepped on it and fell in.
Falling from such a height, your legs must be broken.
Yun Xinglan gave the bottom of the vine a perfunctory tug and said, "It doesn't seem to work. I can't muster any strength!"
“Alright then,” Lu Yixin stamped his foot anxiously, “Here’s what we’ll do: tie the vines around yourself and I’ll pull you up.”
This is the only option left. Fortunately, her strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, so pulling up an adult man shouldn't be a problem.
But the person below is too heavy!
Lu Yixin, drenched in sweat, pulled the man up, but then stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud. Wiping her sweat-dampened bangs with her sleeve, she asked, "Are you alright?"
Sitting on the ground with her was a young man dressed in orange-yellow clothes. He had his long hair half tied up, with a string of sky-blue jade beads hanging from the ends. He was clutching his arms and legs and crying out incessantly.
"His arm is definitely broken, and I'm guessing his leg is twisted too..."
His soulmate is quite cute.
Lu Yixin quickly ran over, pinched his arm, and frowned.
Nothing's wrong with it, is it? And the leg too.
Could this person be faking it?
But why would he pretend? Besides, his face was as pale as paper and covered in cold sweat, which didn't seem like he was faking it.
Could it be that her medical skills are not yet up to par?
“Young lady, men and women should not touch each other,” the man said shyly in a low voice, “but since you have already been so intimate with me, I am willing to give myself to you.”
"Lu Yixin jumped up with a scream, hurriedly waving her hands and saying, "No, no! I just wanted to check your injuries, don't misunderstand!"
In this mortal world, is it really considered intimate to even pinch someone's arm or leg through their clothes? That's far too feudal!
“Um,” she said, finding two pieces of wood and tying them to his forearm, which was covered by a black wrist guard, with a thin vine. “You look like a young master from a wealthy family. Now that you’re out of danger, hurry home and find a skilled doctor to examine your leg.”
Yun Xinglan feigned pain, leaning half of his body lightly on her shoulder, and continued, "I am no young master, but merely a traveler wandering the world. If it weren't for your rescue, I would probably be dead here. I have no way to repay your life-saving grace."
"It's not that serious," Lu Yixin said with an awkward smile, "but you'd better be more careful in the future, or you'll be in big trouble if no one hears your cries for help next time."
Yun Xinglan blinked. "What are you saying, young lady? How come no one heard my cries for help? Don't you intend to take me with you?"
A bad feeling suddenly welled up in Lu Yixin's heart. "Who...who said I was going to take you with me?"
Don't scare me anymore!
“As the saying goes, if you’re going to help someone, help them to the end,” Yun Xinglan stretched his tightly bound arm toward Lu Yixin, “You have to take responsibility for me, girl.”
Before Lu Yixin could speak, he continued, "My surname is Yun, and my given name is Xinglan. You can call me Xinglan. May I ask if you know your name, young lady?"
"I should have kept quiet," Lu Yixin sighed, and started walking into the city. "My name is Lu Yixin."
“But Xinglan, there’s no use for you following me. You don’t know where the places I want to go are.”
She herself didn't know where she was.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Yun Xinglan chased after her. “I’ve traveled to many places. Miss Lu told me that perhaps I can provide you with some clues.”
Lu Yixin suddenly stopped in her tracks, gave him a bright smile, and said in a defiant manner, "Then I want to go to Wutongmu. Tell me where it is right now!"
Yun Xinglan's expression remained unchanged, but she shook her head with a slight hint of regret, "I really don't know where this is."
"But you'll definitely be lonely on this long journey, so take me with you to keep you entertained."
Lu Yixin walked on listlessly, thinking to herself, "Let him go."
—
Su Hanyuan was drugged by Baozhu and fell into a deep sleep as if he were dead.
It took Baozhu almost half a month to find an opportunity to make her move. She kicked the unconscious Su Hanyuan with disgust and said to Shen Qiexing, "God, let's hurry up and try to finish dealing with the Jiaohuang before dawn."
Although she still doubted whether Shen Qiexing was truly capable of fighting against the Jiaohuang, seeing his confident expression, she silently swallowed her words.
The deity wouldn't do something he wasn't sure of, would he?
It was almost midnight when Shen Qiexing and Baozhu drugged the guards patrolling the main hall of the Jiao Palace. Shen Qiexing, with dragon horns standing on his head, paced back and forth in the hall, his eyes emitting a dark blue light. Suddenly, he stopped at a certain spot and curled his lips into a smile, "This is it."
"But God, how are we supposed to get down?" Baozhu walked to his side and asked, puzzled.
Shen Qiexing placed his palm on the ground, turned around and asked Baozhu, "Do you want to come with me?"
“I think I won’t go,” Baozhu bent down and tapped the ground. “Going there would only be a hindrance to the God. I’d rather stay and keep an eye on Su Hanyuan.”
She hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "Is Your Majesty absolutely certain?"
"No."
Shen Qiexing was decisive and efficient, but it startled Baozhu, who broke out in a cold sweat. "Then what should we do..."
"Nine out of ten."
Shen Qiexing bit his index finger and used his blood to draw a circle on the ground large enough for him to pass through. Then he patted Baozhu on the shoulder and said, "You are young and vigorous. Don't always hesitate when you do things."
"If we don't take a gamble now, can we wait until we're old and frail to gamble?"
Just as he finished speaking, the blood circle on the ground suddenly turned a faint gold color, tearing open a large hole, and Shen Qiexing jumped down directly!
"god......"
Moments after he jumped down, the hole vanished into thin air, restoring its previous appearance.
Must we gamble? Is it impossible not to gamble?
She was truly more anxious than the emperor. — In the deep sea, it was pitch black, and the icy water was like a knife, seemingly capable of slicing off his entire body.
Shen Qiexing was surrounded by blue flames, but they could only illuminate an area of three inches in radius. He stepped carefully on the rugged ground and moved forward little by little.
Was this abyss really cleaved open by the Suhan Abyss? It must have cost you half your life to cleave it open.
If he truly cleaved it open, then he really needs to be careful. The abyss seems to have no end; if an ordinary person stayed in such an environment for too long, they would feel as if they were in another world, as if all things in this vast world had vanished, leaving only themselves to walk alone.
But Shen Qiexing was no normal person; he only wanted to find the Jiaohuang as soon as possible. After advancing for about half an hour, he finally noticed what seemed to be a small bump on the ground ahead. He quickly stepped forward, and under the dim blue light of the flames, it was easy to identify what it was.
It was an iron chain as thick as his thigh.
The iron chain was covered in rust, revealing its deep red interior. The last section was less than half left, whether it had been corroded by the seawater over the years or broken by the dragon king's struggle, it was unknown.
This is undoubtedly good news, indicating that the Flood Dragon Emperor is not far ahead.
Shen Qiexing laughed, humming a song as he sped along the direction of the iron chain.
It seems that the Flood Dragon King didn't have a good time under Su Hanyuan's command, otherwise why would he be chained up?
And there should be more than one chain...
After walking for about ten more miles, the iron chain was no longer close to the ground, but slightly suspended in the air, as if it were about to rise further. Shen Qiexing stepped on the iron chain and flew into the sky.
Was the Dragon King actually suspended in mid-air?
The iron chain became increasingly steep, eventually forming an almost perpendicular angle with the ground, and at this moment, Shen Qiexing finally saw the full appearance of the Jiaohuang.
The enormous serpent lay silently coiled in the deep sea, its head covered in flowing white mane. Its body was smooth and eerily smooth, without any scales, and its back was covered in hair. Shen Qiexing stood before it, only the size of its closed eyes. A piercing wound stretched across the serpent's seven-inch mark, the wound already white from being soaked in water. This was the fatal blow inflicted upon it by the Dragon Clan's patriarch in the past.
Apart from being larger in size, the Jiaohuang is no different from an ordinary Jiao snake. The only thing that makes it similar to a dragon is the pair of hidden horns on its head.
There are only two bulges.
It was indeed beyond dead, so how could he steal the magic power from its body...?
The dragon race has a secret method, but he doesn't know if it's feasible. However, now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to give it a try.
He stood between the two hidden horns on the dragon king's head, cut his palm, and used the blood to draw an array on the spot.
He hadn't used this formation in a long time; he needed to think about it carefully...
As each complex rune was written, blood dripped from his palm, and Shen Qiexing's face grew increasingly grim. But he was still grateful; without the help of the ninety-two layers, he would have collapsed by now.
When the formation was finally completed, the Flood Dragon Emperor, who had died thousands of years ago, slowly opened his eyes.
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