This faint, ethereal figure is the spirit of the python demon.
The python demon's natal magic weapon, that piece of the demon king's dragon yellow scale, has the greatest function of preserving a wisp of his soul even if the snake demon's body is killed, so that he will not perish!
This is the greatest value of Huang Lin's natal magic weapon.
In other words, as long as Huang Lin is present, even if the python demon is killed, Huang Lin can protect the python demon's soul from being destroyed, unless a cultivator sees the function of Huang Lin and kills the python demon's soul as well after killing it!
Otherwise, the snake demon wouldn't have been truly killed!
A tiny, palm-sized phantom of a python demon floated in the air above the valley.
The illusory python demon, seeing its physical body completely destroyed and burned to ashes by Zhang Yuan, gritted its teeth in anger and almost fainted.
"Human cultivator, you just wait! One day, I will eat your flesh and drink your blood to avenge the death I caused you today!"
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Meanwhile, deep within the Daxing Mountains, on an unnamed mountain, a dragon a hundred meters long with horns on its head suddenly opened its eyes.
Can't sense the presence of the yellow scales anymore?
A colossal dragon rode the clouds and mist, its hundred-meter-long body soaring into the sky and coiling there.
The dragon's deep eyes gazed toward a certain spot in the Daxing Mountains, and it let out a deafening roar.
"Who destroyed my son, the python demon Aotian's, physical body?!"
The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, and all the animals and monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling.
The Flood Dragon Demon King circled in the sky for a while, then transformed into a streak of red light and flew towards a magnificent palace in the mountains.
Inside the main hall, the red light transformed into a middle-aged demon man dressed in a long robe, with a dignified and imposing presence.
The demon man had a pair of dragon horns on his head, and his robe was embroidered with a ferocious dragon. He had a dignified and noble demeanor, and stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the hall, exuding a powerful aura.
This man was none other than the python demon's father, the dragon demon Ao Zhen, one of the ten demon kings of Daxing Mountain!
In the center of the palace, the Flood Dragon Demon King Ao Zhen waved his right hand lightly in front of him, and a black rotating spatial passage appeared one zhang in front of him.
Meanwhile, a similar mysterious passage appeared in the sky above a valley thousands of miles away.
Inside the passage, eerie black energy slowly swirled.
Then, the majestic image of the Flood Dragon King appeared above the valley.
"Father!"
The python demon bowed its head humbly upon seeing the dragon king Ao Zhen suddenly appear above the valley.
The Dragon King glanced at the illusory soul of the python demon in the valley with his crimson eyes and said, "Useless beast, you can't even protect your physical body!"
The sound was like rolling thunder echoing through the valley, frightening the python demon into silence.
Demon King Ao Zhen scanned the battle scene in the valley with his crimson eyes, and finally, the Flood Dragon King said, "Come back, Ao Tian!"
The sound faded.
The illusory soul of the python demon Aotian disappeared into the valley after passing through the black spatial passage. Afterwards, its illusory soul arrived deep in the Daxing Mountain, inside the Jiaolong Palace.
After the illusory image of the python demon Aotian appeared in the palace, it knelt and bowed to Ao Zhen, the father of the dragon king.
"Father, please avenge me!"
"Kill that human cultivator!"
The Dragon King Ao Zhen regained his usual composure and waved his hand at Ao Tian's illusory soul.
Instantly, a powerful energy poured into Aotian's illusory soul, causing Aotian's spiritual body to grow much larger and become more realistic.
"From this day forward, you shall not leave Jiaolong Mountain until you have cultivated to the Demon General realm!"
"Dragon King Ao Zhen said."
"I understand!"
After the python demon Aotian was taken away by the lesser demons in the Flood Dragon Palace, the majestic voice of the Flood Dragon King rang out again in the palace.
"Demon King's Hunt Order!"
"Any demon under the Dragon King's command who sees this human cultivator shall be killed by any means necessary!"
At the same time, portraits of Zhang Yuan appeared in mid-air within the Jiaolong Hall.
Zhang Yuan's portrait and the Dragon King's imposing and furious voice echoed from the Dragon Palace across the vast mountains.
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Three days later.
Zhang Yuan has returned home.
He continued to practice his martial arts every day, helped his parents with household chores, and lived a simple and ordinary life.
No one knew that this young man had once ventured alone into the depths of the Daxing Mountains, a place even seasoned hunters dared not enter, and had hunted down a powerful snake demon!
After a day of cultivation, Zhang Yuan's internal energy had recovered, and the last bit of poison in his body had been refined and eliminated by his internal energy, allowing him to fully recover his health.
This is the benefit of cultivating immortality: one's body is stronger than that of ordinary people, and minor ailments can be gradually repaired under the influence of true qi.
Down the mountain, on a cold winter evening, withered leaves were falling.
Wang Xiaoer's parents, wearing thick cotton-padded coats, arrived outside Zhang Yuan's courtyard.
With Zhang Yuan's help, Wang Xiaoer's mind returned to normal, and Huang Daxian indeed stopped bothering him.
Moreover, after taking the pills given to Wang Xiaoer by Zhang Yuan, his health gradually improved, and he was able to go out to work in the past few days.
Therefore, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Wenzhang came here today specifically to thank Zhang Yuan.
Wang Wenzhang stood at the entrance of Zhang Yuan's yard, carrying a duck in one hand and a chicken in the other, with Wang Ru following behind him carrying a large basket of eggs.
Wang Wenzhang knocked on the iron gate and shouted, "Is Zhang Yuan home?"
"Open the door!"
Hearing the knocking, Zhang Yuan's mother, Wang Ru, came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. His father, Zhang Ting, also came out of the house. He opened the iron gate and saw that it was Wang Wenzhang and his wife from the village, so he invited them into the house.
"Brother Wang, Sister Lin, what do you need Yuanzi for?"
After entering the house, Wang Ru and Zhang Ting asked, puzzled.
The Wang family and Zhang Yuan's house are about 200 meters apart as the crow flies. Although they live in the same village, they don't usually have any contact. When they saw what Wang Wenzhang and his wife were carrying, Wang Ru and Zhang Ting were very puzzled.
"Oh, my son's illness was all thanks to Zhang Yuan's help. He's all better now, and my husband and I came here today specifically to thank him!"
Wang Wenzhang said happily.
Wang Ru and Zhang Ting looked puzzled after hearing this.
"Did Yuanzi help with Xiao Er's illness?"
At this moment, Zhang Yuan, who was helping out in the kitchen, finished his work and came to the living room.
When Wang Wenzhang and his wife saw Zhang Yuan enter the house, they immediately stood up and went to greet him.
"Oh, Motoko's here!"
Zhang Yuan also greeted Uncle and Aunt Lin.
I greeted them politely.
Seeing Wang Wenzhang and Lin Ya smiling, Zhang Yuan guessed that Wang Xiaoer's health should be almost fully recovered.
Wang Ru and Zhang Ting, who were still unaware of what was happening, looked at their son with puzzled expressions.
Under Wang Ru and Zhang Ting's persistent questioning, Wang Wenzhang and his wife gave a general account of how Zhang Yuan had helped resolve Wang Xiaoer's situation. Wang Ru and Zhang Ting looked at Zhang Yuan in disbelief.
"My Yuanzi went to university, is that amazing?"
Are they even capable of handling this kind of thing?
That can't be!
"Does a university actually teach how to deal with Wong Tai Sin?"
Zhang Ting, the father, remained relatively calm, after all, his son was capable. But his mother, Wang Ru, didn't think so. She glared at Zhang Yuan with her almond-shaped eyes, her gaze sharp as a kitchen knife, as if to say, "Didn't I tell you not to go to the Wang family, not to go to Wang Xiao'er? Why don't you listen!"
"What if something goes wrong?!"
Seeing my mom with her hands on her hips, looking angry.
Zhang Yuan stuck out his tongue and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Actually, I didn't help much! It was mainly thanks to Granny Li. If you want to thank someone, thank Granny Li!"
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