Chapter 112: Green Dragon

Hum!

The air throughout the entire cave seemed to tremble violently in that instant.

At this moment, a green light-shadow suddenly surged out from the dark space not far away.

That light-shadow moved with extreme speed; in the blink of an eye, it rushed above the stone bead, revealing a green dragon-shaped phantom no more than half a zhang long.

And in the next moment, that green dragon phantom opened its mouth and bit down directly, intending to swallow the stone bead rotating in mid-air into its belly.

However, as the green dragon phantom snapped its jaws shut, the stone bead that had originally reached its mouth suddenly vanished in an instant at that very moment.

The green dragon phantom had bitten nothing but air.

At the same time, Li Musheng flipped his palm, his gaze examining the stone bead that had been drawn to him through the air.

Soon, a strange expression appeared on his face; he actually sensed a strange power on this gray, misty stone bead before him, similar to Fire Qilin blood.

This did not mean the two belonged to exactly the same power, but rather that they both possessed their own unique mysterious spiritual signatures, completely different from the martial arts true qi cultivated and inhaled by martial artists.

Seeing this, a flash of joy passed through Li Musheng's eyes.

Since Fire Qilin blood had a boosting effect on him, this stone bead before him must surely be the same.

Thinking thus, he intended to try absorbing the strange power contained within the stone bead.

However, just at this moment, a heavy panting sound suddenly arose from the dark space ahead.

Meanwhile, the green dragon phantom that had failed to eat the stone bead circled in mid-air, slowly opening its pair of green-glowing dragon eyes to look toward Li Musheng's location.

At the same time, the low whispering sound that had originally lingered in the air suddenly became clear, and two words could be heard distinctly:

"Dragon Pearl!"

Li Musheng raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze falling upon the stone bead in his hand.

Immediately, he lifted his head again, looking at an old man with white hair who had appeared in an instant, and asked with narrowed eyes:

"Old man, is this thing in my hand called a Dragon Pearl?"

That white-haired old man wore tattered clothes, with messy hair scattered down, covering most of his face; one could only vaguely see a pale old face as white as a corpse.

And in response to Li Musheng's question, he simply stood on the water surface as if walking on flat ground, his head bowed low, emitting a series of extremely obscure sounds intermittently from his mouth:

"This is not... something... you can... take..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his sleeve, revealing a pale arm like a withered stem and rotten bone, suddenly raising his tone and saying:

"Return... it... to me!"

Hearing this, Li Musheng glanced at the old man before him, tossed the stone bead in his hand casually, chuckled, and said:

"Don't say I'm bullying an old man; answer one question of mine first, and then I will consider whether to hand this thing over to you."

Then, without waiting to see if the other party agreed, he directly asked aloud:

"I just encountered a group of reanimated corpses; you had better confess honestly now, was this your doing, you old geezer?"

Upon hearing this, the old man standing silently on the water said nothing.

His pale eyeballs slowly turned, as if his thinking was very sluggish, slowly pondering Li Musheng's question.

Seeing this, Li Musheng frowned, becoming somewhat impatient while waiting, and immediately sneered:

"Still pretending? It's probably you, old man, no doubt about it."

Having said this, he prepared to raise his hand and strike the other party, but just at that moment, another figure arrived in an instant from the dark space ahead, stopping in mid-air not far from the white-haired old man.

"If I were you, I would never recklessly attack him."

A middle-aged man in a green long robe stood upon the air, speaking to Li Musheng.

The middle-aged man's aura was restrained; a scar on his weathered face extended from the corner of his eyebrow down to his jaw, making him look extremely ferocious.

He carried a long sword wrapped in gray cloth on his back; his eyes, unlike his restrained temperament, were sharp like a hawk's, subtly revealing the keenness of a sword drawn from its sheath, as he gazed at Li Musheng and the stone bead in his hand.

Li Musheng glanced at the other party; the raised hand did not come down, but instead he asked with narrowed eyes:

"This place is quite lively, but who are you? Do you also want to snatch this Dragon Pearl from my hand?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man shifted his gaze from the stone bead, looked at the white-haired old man not far away, shook his head slightly, and said:

"Who I am, you do not need to know."

"You only need to know that as long as he is here, no one can take the Dragon Pearl away from this Dragon-Locking River, and I have long had no desire for this object."

Li Musheng narrowed his eyes slightly; this person was quite good at pretending.

However, seeing that the middle-aged man did not seem to be lying, he nodded slightly and said:

"Having no desire is a good thing for you..."

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly changed the subject, asking somewhat uncertainly:

"The corpses I encountered just now, they weren't your doing, were they?"

The middle-aged man frowned, glanced at Li Musheng, then slowly shook his head and said:

"Those corpses have nothing to do with me; they are all the methods of the Green Dragon Old Man. He not only cultivates the supreme divine art 'Green Dragon Cangming Sutra', but also possesses a mysterious secret method capable of controlling corpses, holding the power to command an army of the dead."

Hearing this, Li Musheng's eyes moved slightly, but he did not pay much attention to the other party's introduction of the old man before him; instead, he nodded slightly and said:

"As long as you didn't do it, that proves I picked the right target; this old geezer deserves a beating."

Having said this, he raised his hand and suddenly brought it down, striking through the air toward the Green Dragon Old Man ahead, whose eyeballs were still turning.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed; he hurriedly tried to intervene.

However, before he could act, the Green Dragon Old Man, who had originally been standing on the water, was suddenly fanned away by an invisible true qi like a discarded rag sack.

His entire body became a blur, falling back into the dark space from which he had originally come, vanishing from his sight in the blink of an eye.

"Hm?"

Bu Chengyang's expression froze, his eyebrows frowning tightly.

He looked toward the dark space ahead, then turned to look at Li Musheng, seeming somewhat incredulous.

By all rights, it should have been Li Musheng who flew out, yet now it was the Green Dragon Old Man who had been sent flying.

However, before he could think further, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the dark space ahead.

At the same time, the entire cavern around him trembled, and the low humming whispers filling the air suddenly grew urgent.

This sound was soul-shaking and grew louder and louder, as if a pack of fierce beasts were growling in anger.

The green dragon phantom hovering in midair also began to gradually reveal its claws and fangs; its body, originally only half a zhang long, swelled with the wind, reaching over ten zhang in length in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, the massive green dragon phantom spread its claws and waved its fangs, striking straight down at Li Musheng below.

(End of this chapter)