Chapter 98: The Demon Dragon on the Road

"You're not seriously planning to use your true qi to help me expel the poison, are you?" Zhong Chi asked, disbelief in his voice as Ding Huan made him sit and pressed his hand against the Shuyu point on his back.

"You guessed right," Ding Huan replied, and the Luo Shi Jing immediately began its Zhou Tian circulation.

As soon as the true qi entered Zhong Chi's meridians, it stirred the toxins within them.

Qi Qi Xinyue, watching from the side, blushed slightly—she recalled how Ding Huan had once treated her injury, pressing the Tian Tu point, whereas now he was pressing the Shuyu point.

The Tian Tu point was right at the junction of her neck and chest, hmm, but back then her condition had been urgent.

If Ding Huan knew what Qi Qi Xinyue was thinking, he'd be terribly wronged.

Zhong Chi's meridians were poisoned, so Ding Huan had started at the Shuyu point.

And another reason: after treating Qi Qi Xinyue, he now had his own understanding of healing.

Even if he were to heal Qi Qi Xinyue again, he wouldn't necessarily need to start at the Tian Tu point.

Hearing Ding Huan say he was right, Zhong Chi sighed inwardly—so young, youth was ignorance that feared nothing.

Too bad Ding Huan had already begun expelling his poison—he couldn't forcibly stop it.

If true qi circulating through the meridians could remove the toxins in his body, then his poison wasn't worth worrying about at all.

Likewise, he had no need to rely on others—he could expel the poison himself.

What he feared now was that the poison in his body might transfer into Ding Huan's meridians.

If Ding Huan got poisoned too, he'd become a criminal.

After the first Zhou Tian completed, Zhong Chi froze in shock—he clearly felt the toxins in his meridians rapidly diminishing.

Was he taking the poison out of my body?

But Zhong Chi felt no joy—he was instead frightened and uneasy.

He didn't want to be saved while Ding Huan got poisoned.

But he absolutely couldn't stop now—otherwise, both he and Ding Huan would suffer consequences.

Zhong Chi's poison was indeed powerful, but to Ding Huan, it was nothing.

His detoxifying gene wasn't some idle trick—his detoxification ability improved as his cultivation advanced.

That was the difference between his gene serum and others': as he drew the toxins from Zhong Chi's meridians, Ding Huan himself completely neutralized them.

In just twenty minutes, Ding Huan withdrew his hand.

"Ding Huan, how are you?" Zhong Chi's first reaction was to turn and ask after Ding Huan's condition.

Ding Huan replied, "Shouldn't you be asking how you're doing? I'm the doctor."

"I'm fine—better than I've ever felt! I'm just worried about you…"

Zhong Chi fell silent as he saw Ding Huan casually raise his hand. "Do I look poisoned?"

"Incredible…" Zhong Chi, now certain Ding Huan wasn't poisoned, couldn't help but exclaim.

Earlier, when Ding Huan walked on a log across the sea, Zhong Chi had admired him but thought it normal.

Now, Ding Huan had effortlessly removed a poison Zhong Chi had long believed was incurable—that was what truly impressed him.

He had been certain no one on Earth could cure his poison—yet Ding Huan had done it in an instant.

"If you're fine, let's go," Ding Huan said, slinging his pack over his shoulder but gripping his blade in hand.

On the way back, he could only rely on instinct—he didn't know which direction led to the nearest shore.

Seeing Ding Huan pick up his pack, Qi Qi Xinyue silently scolded herself—Ding Huan's pack had been here all along, yet she'd thought he'd left.

"Good," Zhong Chi said, his spirits lifted—now that the poison was gone, he had no fear of Shi Changyi.

As a fellow Xiantian expert, he was confident he could crush Shi Changyi.

"Old Zhong, you said Shi Changyi is from the Gene Alliance—why does he cultivate martial arts?" Ding Huan's question left Zhong Chi stunned.

Zhong Chi quickly recovered, sneering, "That guy thinks he's incredibly gifted, so he cultivates both martial arts and gene techniques."

"I see," Ding Huan nodded. No wonder Antao cultivated both martial arts and gene techniques—now he understood why.

The three reached the reef island's edge; Ding Huan gestured, drawing Qi Qi Xinyue beside him onto the log.

Zhong Chi flashed forward—now that the poison was gone, his movements were light and graceful, as if flying onto the log.

"Let's go," Ding Huan said, channeling true qi beneath his feet; the log departed the reef island.

Dozens of knife-back fish spat arrow-like beams; Zhong Chi's short blade flew out and instantly shattered all of them.

The short blade, as if guided by eyes, tore through the beams and returned to his hand.

Ding Huan, however, flicked his hand and released a dozen wind blades, killing every knife-back fish.

One blocked the ambush, the other killed the fish—their coordination was perfect.

"Impressive," Zhong Chi murmured, astonished that Ding Huan could form true qi into blades.

He could gather true qi into blade-like edges too—but nowhere near as effortlessly or elegantly as Ding Huan, nor with such precision in killing the knife-back fish.

With Zhong Chi, a true master, joining them, Ding Huan's burden lightened greatly.

He no longer needed to block any attacks—whether from fish striking the log or the arrow-spitting knife-back fish.

Almost every attack aimed at them was intercepted by Zhong Chi.

Some were killed by Zhong Chi, others by Ding Huan.

Ding Huan had divine perception; though he'd once lost his way chased by knife-back fish, he still retained basic directional awareness.

In just half a day, he found the correct direction, and the log beneath his feet accelerated.

An hour later, Ding Huan saw land.

"Ha! Who'd have thought I, Zhong Chi, would ever set foot on land again!" Zhong Chi, spotting land, burst into laughter.

Ding Huan moved faster—in mere minutes, the log surged to the shore, and with a flick of his hand, he and Qi Qi Xinyue landed on solid ground.

Zhong Chi soared like a wild goose from the log, then floated gently down to the earth.

"Watch out!" Ding Huan suddenly shouted, his Starry Blade slashing out.

"Crack!" The Starry Sky Blade seemed to slam into a slab of steel; a tremendous backlash force came back and blasted Ding Huan flying.

Qi Xinyue saw what happened and hurried to support Ding Huan.

Ding Huan was horrified in his heart — what kind of existence was this?

He was certain the fierce beast that had just fought him — no, that was absolutely not a fierce beast, but a yao beast. A yao beast that surpassed a ninth-grade fierce beast.

Zhong Chi also came to his senses. Without waiting for the yao beast to pursue Ding Huan, the short blade in his hand had already turned into a sheet of blade-light and hacked over.

Clearly it was only a half-meter short blade, yet in Zhong Chi's hand it cleaved out a blade aura several zhang long.

Boom! Zhong Chi fared a little better than Ding Huan, but he too was blasted flying by the tremendous force. He and Ding Huan stood horn to horn, staring at the fellow that had ambushed them.

It was actually a dragon — its body nearly thirty meters long — and on its head there was still a blood-hole that had not fully healed.

"So it's this beast." Ding Huan understood now; he was certain this yao dragon was the culprit behind the global fierce-beast uprising.

In truth Ding Huan had really wronged this dragon — this dragon had merely been used by the giant ape as a name. The fierce-beast uprising really was not something it had set off.

Seeing that after its strike both Ding Huan and Zhong Chi were safe and sound, the yao dragon let out a violent dragon-roar.

"Ding Huan, this dragon is heavily wounded. If we join forces to deal with it, it should be doable." Although Zhong Chi had muddled along in his career, when it came to fighting he was crystal clear.

"Good." Ding Huan agreed verbally, but in his heart he was already thinking that once Zhong Chi and the yao dragon got into it, he would launch a sneak attack from the side.

Just as Zhong Chi had said — if this yao dragon were not wounded, the two of them, Ding Huan plus Zhong Chi, would not be enough to look at.

This yao dragon's strength was probably close to a Foundation Establishment realm yao beast.

What Ding Huan was glad about was that when they were in the sea, the yao dragon had not managed to discover them in time.

If they had been discovered by this yao dragon in the sea, then they really would have been done for.

Zhong Chi looked refined and scholarly, but once he fought he was simply like a madman. Gripping his short blade, he stepped into the air, then brought the blade down in one slash toward the dragon's head.

Although Ding Huan and Zhong Chi stood horn to horn, he could still feel Zhong Chi's oppressive aura from below in the space.

Ding Huan charged up as well, the Starry Sky Blade also cleaving toward the yao dragon's body.

Unlike Zhong Chi who struck with full force, Ding Huan's slash only used half its strength — this was a feint, one he could pull back at any moment.

He really did plan to use Wind Blades. Ding Huan actually knew very well in his heart that his Wind Blade technique against this yao dragon was probably about the same as a tickle.

Even though he had advanced to a fifth-grade gene cultivator, a small spell like Wind Blade in the yao dragon's eyes was simply not worth looking at.

What Ding Huan was thinking was — once the yao dragon blocked his Starry Sky Blade, he would gather several hundred Wind Blades to attack the yao dragon's wounded spot.

The yao dragon's head had been blasted open by some unknown weapon; from the reddish-brown blood still flowing, Ding Huan knew this fellow still had some time before recovery.

Seeing that it had come ashore, this fellow had even given up healing its wounds.

Since that was so, he had to make this yao dragon understand why the flowers were so red.

Boom! The yao dragon's violent force collided with Zhong Chi's blade aura. Zhong Chi's blade aura was strong, but before the yao dragon it still fell far short.

The blade aura instantly shattered; the terrifying force rolled toward Zhong Chi, who was sent tumbling a dozen somersaults in the air before being blasted backward.

At the same instant, the yao dragon's claw slapped toward Ding Huan's Starry Sky Blade. Clearly the yao dragon also knew that Ding Huan's blade was no simple matter.

Only, Ding Huan's trump card was not the blade at all, so his blade's momentum was slow.

Before the yao dragon's claw could reach Ding Huan's blade, the hundred or two hundred compressed blade-lights Ding Huan had prepared all blasted onto the wound on the yao dragon's head.

Clearly the yao dragon had not expected Ding Huan to also have this kind of invisible blade-light, and Ding Huan's invisible blade-light was on a completely different level from the ones it had seen before — not even in the same tier.

The blood-hole on its head had not yet healed; this fragile wound, struck again and again by the invisible blade-light, was torn open in an instant.

The yao dragon let out a furious roar, about to forcibly endure the pain and keep charging at Ding Huan, when immediately afterward a fireball exploded on the wound on its head.

The yao dragon let out a miserable cry, turned around, and plunged into the sea, vanishing in an instant.

(Today's update ends here. Good night, friends!)