Chapter 85

The Flood Dragon Tribulation is the first test for him to embark on the true path of demon cultivation.

The degree of danger can be imagined.

But, he is fearless!

Ning Chuan, on the huge reef by the sea in the small courtyard, breathed in the moonlight.

The bright moonlight poured down like mercury, shrouding his flood dragon body in a hazy and sacred halo.

Suddenly.

Ning Chuan, who was meditating and cultivating, had his eyes freeze suddenly!

His pale golden dragon pupils instantly became cold and sharp!

Like two sharp swords, he looked toward the direction of the remote dungeon on Peach Blossom Island where Southern Murong Fu was imprisoned!

The corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"The fish, finally took the bait!"

The night was deep, like splashed ink.

On Peach Blossom Island, except for the footsteps of patrolling disciples and the sound of waves hitting the reef in the distance, there was only the chirping of insects.

It was exceptionally quiet, but under this tranquility, a trace of imperceptible tension and murderous intent was hidden.

In a very remote corner of Peach Blossom Island, rarely visited on weekdays.

A dungeon built of sturdy bluestone stood quietly in the darkness.

This was the place where "Southern Southern Murong"—Southern Murong Fu, who had been captured by Ning Chuan before, was imprisoned.

Suddenly.

A black-clad figure like a ghost appeared silently outside the dungeon.

His movement technique was so brilliant, and his concealment of breath so clever, that even the patrolling disciples on Peach Blossom Island did not notice any abnormality.

The man in black had a thin figure, his face covered with a black veil, revealing only eyes flashing with cold, chilly light.

Like a bat in the night, in a few leaps, he had already arrived at the entrance of the dungeon.

At the entrance of the dungeon, two servants of Peach Blossom Island were leaning against the wall, dozing off.

They were just ordinary servants, not martial arts experts, and naturally could not detect the arrival of the man in black.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the man in black; he was even too lazy to draw his sword.

With just a flick of his finger, two imperceptible gusts of wind accurately hit the sleep points of the two servants.

The two of them couldn't even groan before they slumped to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The whole process was clean and neat, without making a sound.

The man in black pushed open the heavy prison door, and a damp, moldy air rushed toward him.

He frowned and walked in slowly.

Inside the dungeon, the light was dim, with only an oil lamp flickering in the corner, emitting a weak light.

By the dim light, the man in black saw the miserable figure curled up in the corner at the deepest part of the dungeon.

That person was in rags, disheveled, and his body was covered with dried blood and hideous wounds.

One arm was twisted unnaturally, obviously broken.

His breath was weak to the extreme, as if he would stop breathing at any moment.

If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, anyone would have thought this was just a cold corpse.

21 This person is none other than the once-famous "Southern Southern Murong"—Southern Murong Fu, who was once romantic and dashing.

The man in black looked at Southern Murong Fu's miserable appearance, and the eyes hidden behind the veil instantly burned with raging fire!

A cold and tyrannical murderous intent spread uncontrollably from his body, making the temperature of the entire dungeon seem to drop by a few degrees!

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms from the force, seeping out strands of blood.

"Fu... Fu'er..."

The voice of the man in black carried a trace of uncontrollable trembling and grief.

Southern Murong Fu, in the corner of the dungeon, heard this familiar yet strange voice, and his originally unfocused eyes gained a trace of focus.

He struggled to lift his head, looking at this strange man in black, and asked in a voice as weak as a mosquito:

"You... who are you...?"

He really couldn't remember when he had known such a powerful man in black.

The man in black took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and pulled off the black veil on his face.

Revealing a face that, although covered with the frost of time, could still show the contours of his former handsomeness.

"Fu'er, my child, I am your father!"

The man in black was none other than the head of the Gusu Southern Murong clan, who had faked his death and hidden for many years, lurking in the Scripture Library of the Songshan Shaolin Temple—Southern Murong Bo!

"Father... Father?!"

Southern Murong Fu looked at this familiar yet strange face, and his dim eyes widened suddenly!

He couldn't believe his ears!

"Father! You... you actually didn't die?!"

An indescribable surprise and excitement instantly surged into his heart, allowing his originally weak body to burst out with a trace of strength.

"Silly child, of course Father didn't die." Southern Murong Bo's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt and love, and he said in a hoarse voice.

"Father chose to fake death and hide from the world back then for the sake of our Southern Murong clan's great cause of restoring the Great Yan, planning in secret."

"I just didn't expect that it would make you suffer, leaving you alone outside to bear so much pressure and humiliation."

He looked at his son's miserable appearance, his heart filled with endless self-reproach and regret.

Father and son, in this dark and damp dungeon, finally met again after many years.

For a time, excitement, surprise, grievance, regret... all kinds of complex emotions intertwined in their hearts, making them unable to speak.

A moment later, Southern Murong Bo suppressed the excitement in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Fu'er, this place is not suitable for staying long, let's leave here first!"

"Father will take you away from this ghost place, heal your wounds, and take revenge for you!"

During these days, although he had not personally stepped onto Peach Blossom Island.

He had also inquired about some things that happened on Peach Blossom Island through various channels.

Especially about that mysterious flood dragon island master, he had heard many legends that made people terrified.

He knew that with his current strength, if he were to clash head-on with that flood dragon, he would likely not gain any advantage, and might even have his life in danger.

Therefore, he came this time just to quietly rescue his son and did not want to cause extra trouble.

He carefully helped Southern Murong Fu up from the ground, preparing to carry him on his back and quietly leave this dungeon.

With his Wu Gong and breath-concealment technique, as long as he didn't alarm that flood dragon, he should be able to leave without anyone knowing.

However, just as he was about to take a step.

A cold voice filled with endless hatred, like a cold wind from the nine underworlds, suddenly came from the entrance of the dungeon!

"Mu! Rong! Bo!"

"You shameless old dog who forgets his ancestors! You finally decided to crawl out of your dog hole!"

Accompanied by this voice filled with bone-deep hatred.

A burly figure filled with a murderous aura stood like an iron tower at the entrance of the dungeon!

He was dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with a cold face, and his tiger eyes were burning with raging fire and monstrous murderous intent!

Locked tightly onto Southern Murong Bo inside the dungeon!

This person is none other than the Grandmaster who was subdued by Ning Chuan and ordered to wait here for a long time—Xiao Xiao Yuanshan!

Southern Murong Bo saw Xiao Xiao Yuanshan, his face changed instantly, his eyes filled with unbelievable shock and horror!

He never expected that Xiao Xiao Yuanshan would appear here!

And, looking at him, it was clear that he was well-prepared and waiting here specifically for him!

His whereabouts in sneaking into Peach Blossom Island were actually... exposed?!

He had originally thought that he was hidden perfectly and no one knew!

So it was.

All of this was in the calculations of that mysterious flood dragon island master!

He had long expected that he would come to save his son!