Chapter 111

Moreover, there was an indescribable subordinate relationship between her and the black flood dragon before her!

She knew that she... would never be able to betray him again.

"Slave Zhao Min, pays respects to Master."

Zhao Min bowed respectfully to Ning Chuan again, her voice carrying a hint of heartfelt submission and... a hint of imperceptible charm.

Those beautiful eyes, which were originally filled with wisdom and cunning, now looked at Ning Chuan with a gaze that had become as docile as a cat’s, charming and alluring.

Ning Chuan looked at this stunning Princess who had completely submitted to him, and his heart also warmed slightly.

It must be said that this Zhao Min was indeed a rare beauty.

Whether it was her appearance, wisdom, or that unique heroic spirit and charm, it was enough to make any man fall for her.

When he could truly transform into a human form in the future.

At that time, these stunning women he had subdued, such as Huang Rong, Wang Wang Yuyan, Dai Dai Qisi, and the Zhao Min before him...

He would certainly "favor" them well and enjoy the blessings of having them all.

When Ning Chuan’s massive and majestic flood dragon body walked slowly out of the cave side-by-side with the graceful Princess Zhao Min, whose brows carried a hint of respect and charm,

the atmosphere in the valley, which had been tense and confrontational, instantly became even more bizarre.

The Central Divine Master Wang Wang Chongyang, as well as the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the Xuanming Elders, who had just regained consciousness but were still pale and weak,

were now confronting the surviving Mongol warriors and the Quanzhen Sect disciples in a clear-cut manner.

Both sides were filled with vigilance and hostility.

Seeing Zhao Min walk out of the cave unharmed, the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the Xuanming Elders were anxious and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to protect the Princess behind them.

They were afraid that this moody and terrifying flood dragon would harm the Princess.

However, Ning Chuan’s gaze did not linger on Zhao Min for too long.

His pale golden dragon eyes, like two cold searchlights, slowly swept over the three Great Mongol Yuan Imperial Preceptors: Golden Wheel Dharma King, Lu Lu Zhangke, and He He Biweng.

His eyes were filled with indifference and scrutiny, as if considering how to deal with these three ants who didn’t know life from death and dared to offend him.

Should he crush them directly?

Or keep them for other uses?

Zhao Min was incredibly clever and naturally noticed the fleeting killing intent in Ning Chuan’s eyes.

Her heart tightened, knowing that this was the best time to show her loyalty.

She hurriedly took a few quick steps to Ning Chuan’s side, bowed slightly, and whispered to Ning Chuan in a tone that was deliberately ingratiating but did not lose her status as a Princess:

"Mas... Island Master Ning, this little girl offended you before, and I hope the Island Master will be magnanimous."

"This little girl is willing to agree to all the conditions previously proposed by the Island Master, and will do my best to search for all kinds of rare classics and cultivation resources in the world for the Island Master to make up for today’s mistake."

"I only ask the Island Master to look at this little girl’s sincerity and spare the Dharma King and the others this once."

Her words were flawless, both expressing her submission and cleverly disguising the relationship between the two as a "deal."

It both preserved Ning Chuan’s face and left herself a margin for maneuver.

Everyone in the valley, hearing Zhao Min’s words, suddenly realized.

So, this Mongol Princess and the mysterious Flood Dragon Island Master had reached an unknown deal!

No wonder the Flood Dragon Island Master let her walk out of the cave unharmed!

It’s just that they were also full of curiosity: what kind of deal could make this Flood Dragon Island Master, known for his cruelty and dominance, give up on pursuing the Mongol Princess’s offense?

Ning Chuan couldn’t help but secretly praise that Zhao Min was indeed a woman of extraordinary intelligence who knew how to judge the situation.

Her words not only cleverly resolved the awkward situation and avoided exposing the secret master-slave relationship between himself and Ning Chuan to everyone.

Moreover, it also won a chance of survival for the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the others.

Ning Chuan thought about it and felt that Zhao Min’s proposal was not a bad choice.

Although the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the Xuanming Elders were his enemies before, they were, after all, three Grandmaster experts with considerable strength.

Killing them was certainly simple.

But if he could use them for his own purposes and make them loyal to Zhao Min, it would be equivalent to indirectly being loyal to himself.

In this way, it would not only enhance Zhao Min’s power and voice in the Mongol Empire, making it easier for her to collect classics and resources for him in the future,

but also plant a useful pawn for his possible trip north in the future.

Thinking of this, Ning Chuan’s pale golden dragon eyes swept over the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the Xuanming Elders again.

He said in a calm voice, yet carrying unquestionable majesty:

"For the sake of Princess Min, this seat will spare your dog lives today."

"Take your remnants and get lost."

"Remember, if there is a next time for today’s matter, this seat will surely make your souls and spirits vanish, never to be reincarnated!"

Hearing this, the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the Xuanming Elders felt as if they had been granted amnesty!

They never expected that they could actually save their lives from the hands of this terrifying flood dragon!

They hurriedly kowtowed to Ning Chuan like pounding garlic, thanking him repeatedly; where was there any of the arrogance and demeanor of a Grandmaster from before?

"Thank you, Island Master, for not killing us! Thank you, Island Master, for not killing us!"

"We will definitely restrain our subordinates in the future and never dare to offend the tiger might of Peach Blossom Island again!"

After saying this, they fled the valley in a panic like stray dogs, taking the surviving Mongol warriors and the stolen Daoist scriptures—which they naturally dared not take anymore—and fled towards Mongolia without looking back.

Zhao Min watched the backs of the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the others fleeing in a sorry state, and a complex light flashed in her eyes.

She turned her head, bowed to Ning Chuan, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible charm and gratitude:

"Thank you, Island Master, for your grace in not killing me."

Before leaving, she took another deep look at Ning Chuan, her bright eyes seemingly flowing with water, charming and alluring.

Ning Chuan watched Zhao Min’s enchanting back and secretly said: "What a fox-like creature, she is indeed a natural beauty."

However, he also knew that such a woman was deep in schemes and ambitious, and was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

If it weren’t for the absolute control of the flood dragon essence blood, he really wouldn’t dare to keep such a person by his side.

After the Mongol crowd had all left.

Within the valley, only Ning Chuan, Wang Wang Chongyang, and the surviving Quanzhen Sect disciples remained.

Wang Wang Chongyang looked at the messy battlefield before him and the tragically dead fellow disciples, his heart filled with endless grief and self-reproach.

He bowed deeply to Ning Chuan, his voice hoarse:

"Thank you, Island Master Ning, for saving us today!"

"If the Island Master hadn’t arrived in time, my entire Quanzhen Sect would have... sigh!"

By the end, he was sobbing, filled with desolation and loneliness.

Thinking of himself as the dignified Sect Master of the Quanzhen Sect, the number one person in the world, who couldn’t even protect his own disciples and the sect’s classics, and needed a demonic beast to save him—how could he bear this?

Ning Chuan looked at Wang Wang Chongyang’s lost appearance and just said indifferently:

"It was just a small effort."

"Since the Daoist scriptures of your Quanzhen Sect were named by this seat, naturally, they cannot be easily taken away by others."

"Now, take these Daoist scriptures and return to Peach Blossom Island with this seat."

His tone was calm, but carried an unquestionable command.

Hearing this, although Wang Wang Chongyang’s heart was filled with humiliation and unwillingness, he knew that he had no room for resistance now.

He could only nod helplessly, signaling the surviving disciples to pack up the Daoist scriptures scattered on the ground and reload them onto the carriages.

The group set off again, heading towards Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea.

It’s just that this time, their mood was even heavier and more complex than when they came.

Ning Chuan did not travel with them, but turned into a black stream of light, following secretly in the clouds, monitoring their every move.

Soon, under the acceleration of Ning Chuan’s unfathomable "Water Control Technique."

He secretly mobilized his demonic power to induce sea currents, making the large ships loaded with Daoist scriptures travel like arrows leaving the bow, several times faster than before.

The large ships filled with Quanzhen Sect Daoist scriptures successfully arrived at the pier of Peach Blossom Island.

The Quanzhen Sect disciples responsible for sailing, after feeling the incredible speed of the ships, were even more awestruck by this mysterious Flood Dragon Island Master, respecting him to the extreme!

Peach Blossom Island, in the main hall.

The Central Divine Master Wang Wang Chongyang, as well as Ma Yu, Qiu Qiu Chuji, and other surviving Quanzhen Sect high-level officials.

All stood respectfully, or perhaps one could say somewhat fearfully, before Ning Chuan’s massive flood dragon body.

They no longer dared to have the slightest contempt or disrespect.