Chapter 50: The Flood Dragon's Innate Ability
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Before long, the silver flood dragon found a pool of water and dove in.
It never expected that the unassuming little stone embedded in its body contained spiritual power. Instead, it treated it as an ordinary wound and immediately expelled it from its body.
Then, the silver flood dragon began circulating its demon core to heal its injuries.
The easiest wounds to recover from were flesh wounds, which were rapidly scabbing under the nourishment of spiritual energy. However, the lost blood, the depleted spiritual energy, and, most importantly, the essence lost from its demon core could not be restored just by running its core.
“Damn human!”
“What secret technique is hiding inside his body?”
“I was almost drained dry!”
The silver flood dragon was furious. Never in its wildest dreams did it think that one day, it would fall into such a situation at the hands of a mere Spirit Transformation Realm human spiritualist.
“You can’t escape. Once I recover, I will tear you to pieces and uncover your secret technique!”
The silver flood dragon swore in its heart. For now, it could only carefully hide its aura and focus on restoring its strength.
Beasts of the Spirit Dominion Realm, especially powerful ones, were naturally formidable, highly intelligent, and in no way inferior to humans.
Meanwhile, Chen Fei tracked the silver flood dragon to its resting spot but did not dare to approach recklessly.
Although the flood dragon was seriously injured, it still had the power to kill him. The only thing holding it back was its fear of the Void Heaven Cauldron inside him.
However, without the mysterious energy as a medium, the Void Heaven Cauldron could no longer absorb the flood dragon’s power at will.
If the flood dragon knew this, it wouldn’t have fled. Instead, it would have fought desperately to kill Chen Fei at any cost.
“It seems the flood dragon doesn’t realize that the stone I embedded in its body carries my spiritual energy,” Chen Fei mused.
“This proves that even a Spirit Dominion Realm spiritualist—or beast—isn’t necessarily a spell spiritualist.”
Chen Fei was shaken.
No wonder spell spiritualists were said to be exceptionally rare and valuable. Even the strongest spiritualists weren’t necessarily skilled in spellcraft.
Seeing the flood dragon stop moving, Chen Fei halted his pursuit and instead focused on refining the power he had absorbed.
Boom!
A surge of domineering energy exploded from the Void Heaven Cauldron, flooding his body.
Chen Fei was overjoyed!
The cauldron had absorbed a vast amount of the flood dragon’s spiritual energy, blood essence, and demon core essence.
He never expected this energy to be so pure and terrifying. In the blink of an eye, his strength increased significantly—far more effective than consuming precious pills!
With this power, Chen Fei smoothly reached the peak of the Seventh Rank, just one step away from becoming an Eighth Rank Grand Spiritualist.
The strength of the flood dragon was evident.
Just absorbing its essence had allowed him to advance an entire major realm.
But the real gain wasn’t just in raw power—it was in the essence of its blood and demon core!
Without hesitation, Chen Fei activated the Myriad Refinement Art and began refining the flood dragon’s blood essence!
The next moment—Buzz!
An intricate, profound knowledge and a burst of energy surged into his mind!
Suddenly, he instinctively grasped a new divine ability—
The Innate Ability of the Silver Flood Dragon—Dragon Transformation!
Compared to the Physical Enhancement Ability of the Ironclaw Rock Eagle, the Dragon Transformation ability was far superior.
By activating this ability, Chen Fei could manifest layers of dragon scales across his body for protection.
The strength of the scales was directly related to his spiritual power—the greater his energy, the stronger the defense they provided.
Not only that, but under the Dragon Transformation ability, his muscular strength would also increase dramatically, again scaling with his spiritual power.
At this moment, though Chen Fei was only at the Seventh Rank Grand Spiritualist, with the combination of Dragon Transformation and Thousand Phantom Slash, he was confident that he could easily defeat experts like Wei Junhao and Song Yiyun, both at the Ninth Rank.
As for whether he could contend with a Half-Step True Spiritualist—that remained unknown.
After finishing his cultivation, Chen Fei cautiously scouted the area. He was searching for the Suspended Grass while also keeping an eye out for any powerful beasts he could potentially use against the flood dragon.
However, after roaming for a long time, he found neither the Suspended Grass nor any formidable Spirit Dominion Realm beasts.
Clearly, the flood dragon was very familiar with the area and had chosen this spot precisely because it knew there were no threats nearby.
As the sky darkened, Chen Fei stared at the flood dragon’s resting place but ultimately did not dare to strike while it was down.
A starved camel was still bigger than a horse!
Now that the flood dragon was no longer being drained by the Void Heaven Cauldron, even with his newfound strength, Chen Fei didn’t dare risk a life-and-death battle.
“I’m still too weak!”
He sighed.
His trip to the Falling Spiral Valley to find the Suspended Grass had already resulted in the defeat of the Ironclaw Rock Eagle and an unexpected blessing from the flood dragon’s blood essence.
Yet despite these two strokes of great fortune, he had only reached the peak of the Seventh Rank, proving just how difficult spiritualist cultivation became at higher levels.
Moreover, as his strength grew, so did his challenges.
The White-Robed Elder had tried to use the flood dragon to kill him, but he could do nothing but endure.
In the end, Chen Fei had no choice but to retreat, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the flood dragon before nightfall.
On the fifth day, at dawn, he decided it was time to leave Falling Spiral Valley.
He had been away for two days and nights already. If he didn’t return soon, Miao Yue might go to Su Heng to report his disappearance.
His current identity was his best cover in Yellow Mist City, allowing him to evade the attention of major factions and powerhouses.
Neither the mysterious spell spiritualist, the scheming White-Robed Elder, nor the enraged silver flood dragon would ever suspect that the blind, crippled “Chen Fei” was actually the renowned Chen Yang.
As he carefully made his way back, fully aware of the dangers in Falling Spiral Valley, another group was also moving through the valley.
Wei Junhao and Song Yiyun were still searching for the Suspended Grass, but their intelligence was clearly more refined than Chen Fei’s. They were searching in highly targeted areas.
“I found it!”
“Senior, the Suspended Grass!”
Song Yiyun was overjoyed as she pointed at a glowing spiritual herb near a cliffside. It seemed to be floating in midair, as if growing out of thin air.
“Light as a wisp, suspended on a cliff!”
“That’s it!”
“This is the Suspended Grass we were looking for!”
Wei Junhao’s face lit up with excitement.
“Senior, with this Suspended Grass, will you be able to reach the Half-Step True Spiritualist Realm?” Song Yiyun asked, elated.
“Yes!”
Wei Junhao nodded firmly. “Yiyun, you’ve worked hard. Once the Secret Realm opens, I will help you break into the Half-Step True Spiritualist Realm as well—or even the True Spiritualist Realm!”
The two prodigies of Qinghai Academy could not hide their excitement.
The Suspended Grass was an extremely rare spiritual herb and one of the finest treasures for Grand Spiritualists.
Having learned their lesson from the Ironclaw Rock Eagle encounter, Wei Junhao and Song Yiyun were now even more cautious.
To ensure success, Wei Junhao did not hesitate to take out two Heaven-Turning Pills, giving one to Song Yiyun as well—just in case.
“This time, no one will ruin my plans,” Wei Junhao declared with confidence.
