Chapter 1848: Black Water True Dragon Princess Ao Hei

Chen Chuyang was drawing in the rotting aura while observing the woman's reaction inside the coffin, checking if she would wake up. This woman was no ordinary one; the demonic power hidden in her body far surpassed Ao Zhong's, and her strength was above his—currently she only had the strength of a First Tribulation Peak.

But Chen Chuyang knew her strength was not merely that of a First Tribulation Peak; she hid terrifying power, and the dragon might surrounding her fully displayed her terror—her strength was among the strongest demon beasts Chen Chuyang had ever seen.

He had to treat her cautiously, could not be careless; even in her weakened state she required utmost attention. The rotting aura of the white jade coffin was being devoured, and her inner aura was being devoured as well. Chen Chuyang welcomed all comers, feeling no fear of this woman, yet he did not want to clash with her.

Time passed bit by bit; Chen Chuyang quickly filled the gaps in his body, true qi constantly transforming, primordial true qi gradually rising, merging, rising, filling— the last point seemed about to fill but could not, and Chen Chuyang kept devouring, increasing his devouring intensity.

After a day, the pressure inside the coffin had dropped by more than half, blood color appeared on the woman's face, and a faint breathing sound was heard—indicating she was not far from waking. Bodily reactions are often the truest sign; the woman immediately sensed her change and quickly began devouring the surrounding heaven-and-earth spiritual energy to replenish her loss.

Healing her wounds, restoring her cultivation, the woman's complexion turned rosy; the next moment her eyes opened—what a gaze, deep and pure, containing no impurity nor any other emotion, she stared blankly at Chen Chuyang, her eyes locked onto him, with nothing else in them, and from the depth of her gaze one could see Chen Chuyang's reflection.

At the same time, the little carp below woke up as well, as if from a dream; upon waking it immediately sought Chen Chuyang's silhouette, saw him standing beside the white jade coffin, observing what lay inside. At that moment the little carp's heart gave a jolt, and it hurriedly said: 'Master, be careful, do not approach that woman.'

Her warning came a step too late; the woman inside the coffin sprang up instantly, the coffin lid flying off, Chen Chuyang quickly retreated, the woman's hand shot out like lightning, reaching straight for him to grab— that hand, like white jade, possessed undeniable power, as if the surrounding space and time had frozen.

Chen Chuyang kept his smile, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger at the woman—such a simple, effortless motion.

Hum.

Their forces collided; at the instant of impact, the woman's brows tightened slightly, her eyes showing another expression—shocked, she turned her palm into a grasp, trying to seize Chen Chuyang's wrist to subdue him, while Chen Chuyang exerted force with his finger, crackling with heavenly tribulation power upon it.

Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Finger.

The woman swiftly retracted her hand, made no further move, and a flash of lingering fear flickered in her eyes.

"Heavenly Tribulation Power— you actually command heavenly tribulation power, human, you're mad." The woman spoke slowly, her voice as melodious as a warbler's.

Chen Chuyang dispersed the heavenly tribulation power from his fingertip, gave her a slight smile: "You're not bad either—just recovered a bit of cultivation and you dare to strike me; aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

The woman rose, her long skirt fluttering in the wind, her body slowly levitating midair; the white jade coffin vanished into her palm. She examined her body, seeing that the rotting aura within had been halved, and her body was swiftly repairing, her pressure greatly eased.

Looking again at the man before her, who had devoured so much rotting aura yet suffered nothing, he was as unharmed as an ordinary person.

She lifted her head, wanting to see how her brother Ao Zhong was; the next moment she froze, and soon a memory surfaced in her mind—Ao Zhong's words.

She closed her eyes, felt carefully, then opened them again; Ao Hei lowered her guard and cupped her hands toward Chen Chuyang: "I just offended you—I thought you were an emissary of the Kunpeng Immortal Sect; many apologies, please forgive me."

"Thank you very much for your help; without your intervention, I might soon have met the same fate as my brother Ao Zhong."

She knew all about Ao Zhong's situation— that brother ultimately died, struck by the Nether Kun Blood Curse; she could not help him, for she herself could not survive, and at that moment she had immediately fallen asleep, her thoughts focused on resisting the injury, on suppressing her own wound.

The result was not only did she fail to heal her body, but she made it even worse.

Ao Hei understood everything; her gaze toward Chen Chuyang changed—this human was the one her brother Ao Zhong had summoned for help, and she had thought he would break his promise, yet this human truly came to save her.

For this trust alone, Ao Hei deserved to pay her respects.

She bowed, gave her salute, and Ao Hei thanked: "I, Ao Hei, am grateful to fellow Daoist for the life‑saving grace."

Chen Chuyang waved his hand: "No need to thank me; this is merely my transaction with Ao Zhong—he gave me what I wanted, and I have completed the deal."

"You have a good brother; even in death he still longs for you."

Ao Hei fell silent, her eyes brimming with sorrow.

After a long while, Ao Hei asked: "May I see my brother?"

"Sure."

Chen Chuyang waved his hand, and Ao Zhong's corpse was released; Ao Hei glanced at it, her expression turning grim—clearly she saw his condition: his body had been hollowed out, indeed struck by the curse, the Nether Kun Blood Curse was too strong, the Kunpeng Guardian's power was formidable, the disparity in their strength was vast, causing Ao Zhong to be unable to hold on until now.

That he could scrape by until today was already no small feat; alas, he ultimately died.

"Take it; since your brother promised it to you, it's yours." Ao Hei reached out, stroked Ao Zhong's body, took a scale, then waved her hand, signaling Chen Chuyang to collect it.

Chen Chuyang naturally did not refuse; after taking everything, he turned to Ao Hei and said: "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, your strength only restored to the Second Tribulation; to fully recover you must purge all aberrant qi from within and then heal your wounds."

"With your current strength you can suppress it, but you cannot completely cleanse it."

"Staying here would be dangerous; why not come with me?"

"This woman is no ordinary one; she is a Strong One, and can be taken away."

"Take her back to that world, and the Kunpeng Guardian won't be able to find her; then she can educate my own and my elder brother's bloodline descendants—pure True Dragon blood, a treasure through and through, and I can also use her for pill refining."

"By then, True Dragon essence blood will be available whenever needed; besides that, Chen Chuyang has further ideas—he wants to study True Dragon corpses thoroughly, to see whether they are the same as those of the Azure Dragon Clan."