Chapter 146

He even felt that even the legendary Divine Ability Wang Chongyang of the past might not have been a match for this flood dragon!

He was utterly terrified!

He did not want to die! He still wanted to restore the Great Yan!

"Flood... Flood Dragon Island Lord... Spare... Spare my life..."

"I... I am willing to submit! I am willing to offer all the martial arts secrets of the Murong family to you!"

"I only beg you... spare my life!"

With his last ounce of strength, he pleaded in terror.

Hearing Southern Murong Bo's plea for mercy, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's heart tightened slightly.

He feared his master might soften his heart for a moment and truly spare this old dog's life.

However, Brother Ning Chuan paid no attention to Southern Murong Bo's pleas.

He did not intend to subdue Southern Murong Bo.

The reason was simple.

First, because of Xiao Xiao Yuanshan.

He had already subdued Xiao Xiao Yuanshan and promised to help him take revenge.

If he were to subdue Southern Murong Bo, an ancient enemy with a blood feud against Xiao Xiao Yuanshan.

With both on the same island, conflict and strife would inevitably arise.

Even with the control of the flood dragon's essence blood, there was no guarantee it would not affect internal unity.

Subordinates hating each other was not what Brother Ning Chuan wanted to see.

Second, he had a bold idea in his heart.

He needed the inner core of a Grand Master, or rather, a condensed real core, to try something out.

He wanted to test whether he could borrow some alchemy methods and the mysteries of energy transformation within the Nine Yin Manual.

To refine the Grand Master's real core into a treasure similar to a "false core."

To use it to boost the strength of Huang Rong or other disciples of Taohuadao, forcibly raising their cultivation realm.

Although this method might have some side effects, for Huang Rong and others with shallow foundations, it was undoubtedly a quick shortcut to becoming stronger.

Therefore, Southern Murong Bo must die!

A cold glint flashed within Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes.

Without any hesitation, his dragon claw reached out again and pressed down lightly.

"Squelch!"

Southern Murong Bo's head burst open with a boom, just like a watermelon.

Red and white matter splattered everywhere.

This once-great warlord, the head of the Gusu Murong clan, was now completely scattered into the void.

Watching Southern Murong Bo's miserable death, the overwhelming hatred suppressed in Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's heart for decades finally found complete release at this moment!

He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, tears streaming down his face!

"Lady... I have finally avenged you!"

He knelt respectfully before Brother Ning Chuan, bowing his head heavily three times, and said with a choked voice:

"Thank you, Master! For avenging this blood feud for Xiao Xiao Yuanshan!"

"From now on, this life of Xiao Xiao Yuanshan belongs to the Master!"

The gratitude and submission in his heart had reached an unsurpassable degree.

At this moment, Brother Ning Chuan knew that even without the control of the flood dragon blood power, Xiao Xiao Yuanshan would willingly live for him and die for him.

He simply smiled slightly.

At the very instant Southern Murong Bo perished and his Dao vanished.

Brother Ning Chuan keenly sensed a pure energy slowly dissipating from Southern Murong Bo's dantian.

That was the real core condensed by a Grand Master, which, after the master's death, was about to scatter into the heavens and earth.

A sharp glint flashed in Brother Ning Chuan's eyes, and he immediately activated the Nine Tribulations Dragon Transformation Art.

A vast demonic power surged from his body, like an invisible vortex, instantly wrapping and condensing all of the dispersing real core energy!

He wanted to stop the dissipation of this Grand Master's real core!

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, standing aside, also noticed this strange scene, and his eyes once again revealed a look of shocked disbelief!

Because he knew deeply that the real core condensed by a Grand Master was different from the relics left behind by a Gao Seng of the Fomen after entering nirvana.

Relics are the condensation of a Buddha's lifelong vows and merits within the Fomen, capable of lasting forever without decay.

Whereas the real core of a martial Grand Master, although containing vast energy, would quickly dissipate into the heavens and earth and return to the source after the master's death if not preserved by special secret methods.

Unless the inner core had undergone nine transformations and cultivated to the Immortal Realm, an existence with an indestructible Jin Dan, could an indestructible Jin Dan remain after death.

Buddha is the honorable title for a Fomen Immortal Realm cultivator.

Like him now, although he was also a Grand Master, he was only at the realm of a three-transformed Grand Master; if he died, the real core within his body would similarly dissipate.

But now, Brother Ning Chuan, relying on his own god-and-demon unpredictable methods, had forcibly re-condensed the dispersing real core energy of Southern Murong Bo!

Such a technique was simply going against heaven! Unheard of! Unseen!

This completely exceeded his understanding of martial arts!

It was simply the technique of an immortal!

Qu Qu Lingfeng and others were also left dumbstruck, their awe for Brother Ning Chuan in their hearts reaching a new height.

They began to clean up the aftermath, disposing of Southern Murong Bo's corpse, and also strengthened the island's defenses.

After avenging his great grudge, a huge stone finally fell from Xiao Xiao Yuanshan's heart, and he appeared much more relaxed and joyful.

He knelt before Brother Ning Chuan again, bowing respectfully in gratitude.

Brother Ning Chuan told him to rise, assigning him to temporarily oversee the guard duties of Taohuadao, assisting Qu Qu Lingfeng and others in handling island affairs.

As for future tasks, they would be discussed once he had thought them through.

Xiao Xiao Yuanshan respectfully accepted the order, yet inwardly pondered:

"My master's grace is as heavy as a mountain; not only did he help me avenge my great wrong, but he also guided my Wu Gong, causing my cultivation base to advance greatly."

"For this kindness, I, Xiao, have no way to repay it."

"Perhaps... perhaps I could write a letter to send word to my child, who is far away beyond the frontier."

"Let him come to Taohuadao as well, to pledge loyalty to my master?"

"With my son's heroic spirit and martial arts talent, if he could receive my master's guidance, his future achievements would surely be immeasurable!"

"Moreover, with a master such as this, a figure like a god, offering protection, my son would no longer need to suffer the troubles of his Khitan identity, and could truly roam the Jianghu with joy!"

The more he thought, the more feasible this idea seemed; his heart was Full of expectation, eager to recruit more talents for his master as soon as possible to repay his master's great kindness.