Huanglong Zhenren is a true Immortal of the Caijiao Sect, and his connection with the Dragon race has become very weak. However, no matter how he cultivates and achieves enlightenment, his root will never change.
He was born into the Dragon race, a fact that cannot be altered even at the end of time.
The fortune of the Dragon race has declined, leading to the sudden outbreak of the evil dragon soul that was previously suppressed and transformed.
For the past year and a half, every seven days, Huanglong's magical powers would surely boil over once again, waves of evil thoughts flooding his mind. He had to rely on the sutras of Buddhism and Daoism to regain tranquility. This state was not conducive to cultivation, let alone spiritual refinement. The situation was undoubtedly grueling.
The Yuqing Immortal Arts are the top-tier cultivation practices of this era, and many Buddhist scriptures also have the effect of calming the mind. With a combination of both, it took an entire year to just barely suppress the various discomforts.
"Teacher, a young female Immortal from the mountains has come, saying she's your friend. I feel like I've seen her somewhere."
Aunt Tiger ran over to relay the news.
My friend? Or a young immortal? You also look familiar? Who is this person?
Huanglong Zhenren was somewhat puzzled. Whoever could find the Dragon-Horse Mountain was no ordinary person. Huanglong had always been a model dragon, keeping a low profile. He wondered who had come to see him and why. The visitor was extremely skilled at concealing their aura, making it impossible for Huanglong to probe with his spiritual senses. It would also be impolite. Thus, Huanglong decided to descend the mountain to welcome the guest.
After seeing the person, he smiled: "Marshall True Immortal is not enjoying the blessings in the Heavenly Court, but has descended upon my desolate mountainside. It is truly a distinction for my humble abode. Please, Marshall True Immortal, enter my home and have a couple of cups of water wine."
The person's eyes were bright, their teeth were white, and their figure was graceful. Every movement they made was imbued with a natural rhythm. Their voice was clear and crisp, like the sound of a clear stream flowing through a mountain gorge when closed one's eyes and listened attentively.
"Huanglong, you're too polite. I came simply to borrow an item."
Huanglong Zhenren furrowed his brow slightly, feeling that the visitor was a bit overbearing, but he was generally a self-doubting person. Now, with the evil dragon soul being fiercely suppressed, most of his mind and spirit were within his body, manifesting as even more humble than usual.
"Hahahaha, I don't know what item the Marshall True Immortal is borrowing, but if you need help from me, please feel free to ask."
The visitor's smile held a hint of malevolence: "Huanglong, your benevolence is truly humbling me. Today, I have come to borrow the Dragon Pearl for a use. My abruptness, I hope you won't mind."
Huanglong was taken aback.
What is the Dragon Pearl? Each dragon possesses a Dragon Pearl, considered a unique organ of the dragon race. The Ancestor's Dragon Pearl is actually the dragon pearl of the Ancestor Dragon itself, forged from its entire essence. Without a Dragon Pearl, those with weak strength would perish instantly, while those with slightly stronger bodies would suffer from chronic illnesses. When dragons break through their limitations, they can consume the power within their Dragon Pearls to enhance their foundation. It serves as a second spirit essence within their bodies and its importance cannot be overstated.
At this moment, the words of the visitor sounded incredibly disrespectful to Huanglong Zhenren. It was as if they were asking to "borrow a head" or "borrow a heart," which is a condition that no dragon would ever agree to.
"Please don't make light of things. If there's nothing else, please leave immediately!" He issued a direct expulsion order.
The visitor's smile was radiant, but it held a cruel edge, with no further attempt to conceal the deep-seated blood feud between them.
Huanglong could not help but step back half a step.
The two parties are not strangers, and the dragon and phoenix races have a blood feud. They can all feel the deep hatred rising from their bloodlines in their daily lives. However, both parties have been able to control their emotions with reason and restraint. Now, the visitor is no longer suppressing the call of their bloodline and has exposed such a great hatred, which is really making Huanglong Zhenren confused.
He made some guesses.
He inquired cautiously, "Are you possessed by demons?"
The visitor scoffed, "What is a demon? Demons are nothing."
Her gaze was unfocused, and at some point, it seemed as if she were asleep. But in the next instant, it became extremely sharp. Her eyes fell on Huanglong Zhenren's lower abdomen, and a powerful stream of qi and blood suddenly erupted. She clapped her hands with the strength that could grind a mountain to powder, her five fingers plunging down with force to try and forcefully extract the Dragon Pearl from Huanglong Zhenren's lower abdomen.
Huanglong Zhenren quickly drew his sword to block, and the blade clashed with the sharp claws. He felt that the other party was incredibly strong, with a strange force within that was not divine power or supernatural abilities, but rather an extreme physical strength and techniques for unleashing power.
He was terrified and quickly turned the blade, raising his robe to strike back with all his might. With great difficulty, he managed to shield himself from the attack at the cost of his robe inch by inch disintegrating.
"Who are you?" he wondered. The person he knew did not seem to fight in this manner.
The visitor remained calm and composed, as a translucent flame emerged from their palm: "What I am is unimportant. What is important is what I'm doing."
Huanglong Zhenren rose up in defiance, as the visitor was not from any of the Daoist sects and used ancient techniques from the primordial era. The emphasis was on one critical strike to end the fight, with trading wounds being commonplace. This made Huanglong very uncomfortable, and most importantly, the visitor possessed combat prowess comparable to that of a Golden Immortal of Grand Realm.
Even though the immortal arts of the mystical sects are inherently superior to the many spells of ancient times, this superiority must be at the same level. Huanglong has absorbed the essence of an evil dragon, greatly enhancing his innate qualities and bones, but he has not yet achieved the Great Yuan realm. There is still a two-level gap between him and the opponent.
Despite the exquisite skills in the Yurqing spells, they cannot make up for the lack of hard power. If there were a top-tier magical treasure, the situation might be balanced, but Huanglong Zhenren does not have any magical treasures.
After ten moves, thoroughly understanding Huanglong Zhenren's strength, the visitor unleashed a full-scale assault, a raging storm enveloped the Dragon-Horse Mountain. Aunt Tiger and Little Tiger took cover in a cave, shivering with fear. Once the storm subsided, she rushed out and found Huanglong Zhenren with his abdomen pierced through.
Huanglong Zhenren raised a trembling hand, "Go to the back mountain and fetch something from the cold spring for me."
He was directly having his Dragon Pearl excavated by the visitor, unsure of the intent but guessing that he would not be able to retrieve it in the short term. He was decisive and immediately activated his backup plan.
A dragon has only one Dragon Pearl, but he had once used a secret technique to split it into two, creating two lifeforms. Naturally, there were also two Dragon Pearls.
The Yellow Emperor killed nine evil dragons, but he did not absorb their Dragon Pearls. These things are useless for humans, as they resemble gallstones. It would be like eating them.
Huanglong Zhenren's Dragon Pearl from his former evil dragon persona was still there. Now, it was the perfect time to replace it.
Aunt Tiger went to the back mountain, and Huanglong Zhenren lay on the ground, sighing and moaning. The War of Gods had ended, and he had already reclaimed many of the blessings he had abandoned in the past. How could he still be so unlucky?
The enemy's arrival was absolutely absurd.
While he was lost in thought, a burst of fire flashed down from the sky. A female immortal, dressed in a phoenix gown with fiery red clouds and wearing a coiled snake hairstyle, emerged from the fire tunnel.
The phoenix, upon seeing Huanglong Zhenren's dire condition, was somewhat surprised: "Huanglong friend? Have I come too late?"
Huanglong Zhenren stared at her in shock: "How are you back? Did you guess that I had a backup Dragon Pearl, so you returned?"
