Chapter 81

"That is interesting."

He muttered to himself, "In this world, such miraculous creatures actually exist."

"If I, the Marquis, could obtain the submission of this flood dragon and make it work for me."

"Wouldn't that prove that I, Zhu Zhu Wushi, am the true Son of Heaven?!"

In his deep eyes, a crazy ambition and burning desire flickered.

His gaze involuntarily turned toward the direction of the imperial palace.

The Great Ming Emperor Zhu Zhu Houzhao is ambitious.

He is the true Son of Heaven, bearing the dragon aura of the dynasty, and can mobilize the power of the nation's destiny.

Before completely controlling the Great Ming, Zhu Zhu Wushi could not fully reveal his wolfish ambition.

Immediately, he ordered in a deep voice, "Pass the order down, keep a close watch on all movements on Peach Blossom Island!"

"Collect all intelligence on that flood dragon for me, down to the smallest detail!"

"In addition, send all the spies from other forces captured near Peach Blossom Island to the dungeon for me, and 'entertain' them well!"

His voice carried a trace of unquestionable majesty and cold murderous intent.

"Yes! This subordinate obeys!" the black-clad secret agent replied respectfully and then quietly retreated.

Zhu Zhu Wushi stood up slowly, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing with deep light.

He took steps toward the dungeon deep within the Dragon-Protecting Villa, a place that made people shudder at the mere mention of it.

Inside the dungeon, it was dark, damp, and filled with the scent of blood and despair.

Waves of shrill wails, painful groans, and desperate pleas for mercy rose and fell, never-ending.

Zhu Zhu Wushi walked in slowly, looking at the prisoners who had been tortured beyond recognition, a cold smile appearing on his face.

He extended his hand and sucked through the air!

A prisoner locked in iron chains let out a shrill scream.

The internal energy within their body surged uncontrollably toward Zhu Zhu Wushi's palm like a floodgate opening!

This was the Iron-Gall God of War's unique skill—the Power-Absorbing Great Art!

Streams of pure internal energy were absorbed into Zhu Zhu Wushi's body and turned to his own use.

The aura he already possessed, which was terrifying enough, climbed higher and higher!

Vaguely, it had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm! It was only one step away from the realm of Land Immortal!

"Soon! Soon!" Zhu Zhu Wushi felt the surging power within his body, his eyes flashing with crazy light.

"Once I have absorbed the internal energy of these pieces of trash, I will definitely be able to break through to the realm of Land Immortal!"

"By then, whatever imperial dragon aura, whatever position of the Son of Heaven, will all be in my grasp!"

He let out a low and hideous laugh, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers of space and looking toward the distant Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea.

"Little flood dragon, wait for me!"

"Once I reach the realm of Land Immortal, I will definitely come to meet you in person!"

"Let's see how much ability you, this so-called flood dragon, really have!"

"If you are sensible, then obediently submit to me and help me achieve my great cause!"

"If you are unappreciative, then I will personally skin you, this little loach, and refine you into a great medicine!"

At the same time.

On the distant border of the Great Song, inside an inconspicuous nameless post station.

Dusty and having just returned from his travels in the war-torn Liyang Dynasty, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, Central Divine Wang Wang Chongyang, was sitting at a simple wooden table, silently drinking a bowl of coarse tea.

He was dressed in a simple gray Daoist robe, wearing a Carefree Scarf, with a refined face; when his eyes opened and closed, he naturally possessed the demeanor of a Grandmaster who was as steady as a mountain and had returned to simplicity.

He had gone to Liyang this time for the sake of some old friends and past events, as well as to verify his own Wu Gong and seek a breakthrough opportunity.

Unexpectedly, just after returning to the Great Song territory, he heard the shocking rumors in the Wu Lin about the flood dragon on Peach Blossom Island.

"What? A black flood dragon that can speak human language and cultivate Wu Gong has appeared on Peach Blossom Island?"

Wang Wang Chongyang heard the discussion of several martial artists at the neighboring table, his eyebrows arching slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had originally thought this was just some nonsense in the Wu Lin, rumors being exaggerated.

But when he heard the three words "Zhou Zhou Botong," his expression instantly became serious.

"What did you say? That Old Urchin Zhou Zhou Botong was also imprisoned on Peach Blossom Island?"

"And... he even called that black flood dragon... Senior Brother?!"

Wang Wang Chongyang could no longer sit still; he stepped forward and carefully questioned those martial artists.

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, as well as the various legends in the Wu Lin about Peach Blossom Island and that mysterious flood dragon.

Wang Wang Chongyang's face showed a complex expression that was both curious and helpless, and even carried a bit of laughter and tears.

"This Junior Brother of mine... really... sigh!"

Wang Wang Chongyang shook his head, feeling a headache at Zhou Zhou Botong's mischief.

He could not understand how his innocent and naive Junior Brother, who did not understand worldly affairs, could have run to Peach Blossom Island.

And even recognized a snake... oh no, a flood dragon as his Senior Brother?!

This is simply the biggest joke in the world!

If this were to spread, the face of his Quanzhen Sect would be completely lost by this Old Urchin!

However, he also knew that although Zhou Zhou Botong had a mischievous nature, he was by no means a stupid person.

An existence that could make him willingly call "Senior Brother" must certainly have something extraordinary.

That so-called black flood dragon probably wasn't just a baseless rumor.

"It seems that this Peach Blossom Island, this old Daoist must go there."

Wang Wang Chongyang thought to himself.

He had originally planned to return directly to Mount Mount Zhongnan to meditate and contemplate some Wu Gong insights he had obtained from the Liyang Dynasty.

But now, for the sake of his troublesome Junior Brother, and also to find out the truth about that mysterious flood dragon.

He decided not to go to Mount Mount Zhongnan first, but to divert to the East Sea and go to Peach Blossom Island to take a look.

He wanted to see what kind of tricks that Huang Huang Laoxie was playing!

And what kind of sacred being that so-called flood dragon really was!

In the Wu Lin, the situation was turbulent, and undercurrents were surging.

Countless gazes, either openly or secretly, were gathered on that mysterious island in the East Sea—Peach Blossom Island.

Here, it seemed to have become a new center of a vortex, more intense and dangerous than ever before.

The temptation of the Nine Yin Manual, the legend of the mysterious flood dragon, and the intervention of major top-tier forces.

All made this originally calm sea area become treacherous and filled with murderous intent.

But at this moment, inside Peach Blossom Island.

It was still a scene of peace, tranquility, and prosperity.

As if the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with this paradise.

The world-shaking battle before had brought some destruction to Peach Blossom Island.

But with the joint efforts of Ning Chuan, Huang Rong, and others, it soon recovered its former beauty and tranquility.

Moreover, after experiencing that life-and-death test, everyone on Peach Blossom Island, whether disciples or servants.

Seemed to have been reborn, their mental outlook taking on a completely new look.

Their cultivation of Wu Gong also became more diligent and devout.

The entire Peach Blossom Island was filled with a positive and striving atmosphere.

Ning Chuan's daily life was also very regular and fulfilling.

He spent most of his time in his small courtyard, meditating and cultivating.

He had Wang Wang Yuyan recite the martial arts manuals collected in the Langhuan Jade Cave, categorizing and recording them into books.

Wang Wang Yuyan had a photographic memory and knew all the martial arts of every sect in the world like the back of her hand, although she did not know any Wu Gong herself.

But her understanding of martial arts theory far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Ning Chuan did not pursue those powerful and flashy martial arts.

He valued more those classics that contained profound martial arts principles, which could allow him to draw inferences and trigger his own insights.