Chapter 269: Then I'll behead you!

In the vast icy snowy expanse.

Several cultivators were panicking and losing their way in the snow-covered forest.

Not far behind them, the crystalline blizzard, as if possessing its own consciousness, swept toward the group of cultivators.

But if one looked closely, one would discover that it was not actually a blizzard, but a snow-white moth the size of a palm, carrying drifting snowflakes, which together created such a blizzard-like spectacle.

"It's snow moths! A large swarm of second-stage snow moths!"

"A Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator wore utter despair, 'I never expected us to encounter one of the three great disasters, the snow moth.'"

In this extreme northern icy snowy land, there are three great snow disasters, one of which is the snow moth.

Actually, a single snow moth isn't strong; even a second-stage snow moth, if a cultivator makes sufficient preparations, a Qi Refining perfection cultivator could possibly hunt it, because snow moths as demonic beasts are very fragile.

But the problem is, snow moths are demonic beasts that live and act in groups; often encountering one means encountering a large swarm.

When a large swarm of snow moths gathers together, it forms an extremely terrifying snow disaster.

"Scatter and run this time, each to their fate!"

Among them, the cultivator with the highest Cultivation Base, a middle-stage Foundation Establishment elder, gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, after slapping several talismans onto himself, he no longer paid attention to the several younger cultivators with relatively weaker Cultivation Bases.

Faced with such a situation, even he was in a nine-deaths-one-life scenario; whether he could escape depended on luck.

However, if he restrains his aura and hides among the cultivators, using them as a shield, he might still have a chance to escape with his life!

At this point, no one commented on whether his actions were righteous; in the face of great calamity, each flies for themselves, even dao companions are no exception, let alone they were merely temporary partners.

Roar——!!

Just as these people were frantically fleeing, a resounding dragon roar suddenly came from the sky!

A terrifying demonic aura, accompanied by waves of sound, swept over; that terrifying aura even caused the weaker Qi Refining cultivators to go weak in the legs and collapse to the ground.

"Even that middle-stage Foundation Establishment elder felt his mana stagnate, involuntarily showing despair, 'It's a third-stage demonic beast.'"

"Not merely a simple third-stage demonic beast, that dragon roar likely indicates that the appearing demonic beast is a flood dragon!"

Whoosh!!

At this moment.

Scattered snowflakes drifted from the horizon.

Amidst the flying snow, there was also a flood dragon whose entire body was bright white, extraordinarily handsome and superb, stepping on auspicious clouds and rushing swiftly.

Wind follows the tiger, cloud follows the dragon!

That flood dragon seemed to have noticed the snow moths whipping up a blizzard not far ahead; instantly, resentment flashed in its eyes, its tail lashed violently, and it roared again.

Roar——!!

Rolling dragon roars shook the universe.

The affected aura wasn't just those human cultivators; the group of first- and second-stage snow moths were similarly affected, each bewildered, wandering in place, as if they could neither advance nor retreat.

The might of the Cold Chant Flood Dragon made them feel fear.

This scene was obviously seen by those cultivators as well; their eyes held nothing but fear.

"There's a person on that flood dragon's head!"

A keen-eyed cultivator noticed this.

Riding the flood dragon, what grandeur!

"Silence!"

"You don't want your life?!"

Immediately, an elder cultivator spoke up to rebuke.

Given how terrifying this flood dragon is, what kind of terrifying existence must the cultivator standing gracefully atop this arrogant demonic beast's head be?

They dare not even imagine it.

Because someone has already realized, this flood dragon is likely a late-stage third-tier demonic beast!

Normally, given the difficulty for cultivators to tame demonic beasts and the beasts' rejection of human cultivators, a spirit beast's cultivation is usually one or two minor realms lower than its master's; otherwise, like cultivators of the Spirit Beast Sect who have special means to restrain spirit beasts, otherwise there is a possibility of betrayal by the spirit beast.

Then what level of cultivator would stand atop the head of a late third-stage flood dragon?

This answer is almost self-evident!

"Huh?"

A soft 'ye' sound came.

That flood dragon actually descended downward.

Cultivators almost instinctively knelt and prostrated themselves; even the sole middle-stage Foundation Establishment elder, disregarding his own loss of composure, hurriedly spoke respectfully:

"Hu San of the Hu family, thank you, senior, for saving my life! If senior has any orders, we juniors dare not disobey!"

But the cultivator standing on the flood dragon's head completely ignored him; the newcomer merely looked at the dancing snow moths, revealing an interested expression.

Seeing this, he raised a hand and grasped, snatching two mid-second-stage snow moths from the chaotic swarm into the air.

The remaining snow moths instantly scattered and fled.

"Master, what's there to care about this little thing?' came the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's voice, tinged with disdain and confusion."

This flood dragon and dragon, naturally, are Yunhe and the Cold Chant Flood Dragon who left the Ice Snow Pavilion.

As for the doubt raised by the Cold Chant Flood Dragon, Yunhe smiled and explained:

"These moths are somewhat interesting; you didn't notice they can unconsciously draw in spiritual energy? Although it's very weak, it also has some value."

If not spoken, one wouldn't know; hearing Yunhe say that, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon realized this.

The reason this swarm of snow moths can provoke such a large-scale blizzard is not only because they control ice and snow power, but also because when they gather together, the spiritual energy density surrounding them increases somewhat.

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon opened its mouth, and finally just said:

"Master, your divine sense is very strong."

"Don't flatter me.' Yunhe laughed and scolded; before subduing it, he hadn't noticed, but the Cold Chant Flood Dragon actually had the ability to 'suck up and flatter'; he lightly tapped its head with his foot, 'Let's go.'

"Hey, alright!"

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon didn't mind either.

Because after it genuinely asked Yunhe about the "Line: Mysterious Beast Technique" cultivation method, and Yunhe answered its doubts with great ease, even providing further understandings that the Cold Chant Flood Dragon had never encountered, it was completely convinced.

It probably never imagined that the creator of the demon beast cultivation technique it practices is none other than its master.

Ao——

After letting out another long howl, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon stepped on the snow clouds and flew away.

Those few cultivators kneeling on the ground were ignored and didn't feel embarrassed; they simply let out long breaths, and some with weaker wills even collapsed directly onto the ground.

"This senior is truly terrifying to the extreme!"

"Just when did our Wu Kingdom produce such a powerful cultivator? I've never heard of or seen one before."

After Yunhe left, these cultivators' courage gradually grew.

"Could it be that recently somewhat famous Supreme Elder of the Ice Immortal Pavilion? I've heard this senior seems to be preparing for Nascent Soul; could they have already achieved it?"

A place of ice spikes standing tall, with complex terrain, an icy stone area.

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon carried Yunhe as it flew out from this place.

At this moment, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's gaze was extremely complex.

Mixed with admiration and fear was a strong sense of lingering dread.

Because just a moment ago.

Yunhe, bringing it, set up five or six formations here, ranging from middle-grade to upper-grade third-tier.

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon even wondered, if it carelessly entered, even if the formations were merely maintained by an early Golden Core cultivator, it might face the risk of falling.

If the maintainer were someone like Yunhe, it dare not even imagine how disastrous the outcome would be.

Back then, if on the Cold Pond, when Yunhe subdued it and also laid down so many formations, it probably wouldn't even have had the chance to see Yunhe.

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon asked why Yunhe had set up so many formations here, and Yunhe replied, "Just in case."

This cautious and careful demeanor made the Cold Chant Flood Dragon wonder what "big thing" its master intended to do.

Little did it know, Yunhe's extensive preparations were truly just to be careful.

And the facts proved that his such caution was correct.

One day later.

Two towering cliffs, each tens of thousands of feet high, joined together to form a single line of sky.

A howling cold wind, several times more biting than the entire snowfield, surged from that slit in the sky, turning this place into a bitterly cold zone where no one could survive; only some ice-attribute demon beasts could barely endure such extreme cold.

A faint white light shot through the air like lightning.

The advantage of having a mount is that Yunhe no longer needs to personally employ evasion techniques while rushing, allowing him to conserve his mana and energy to the fullest.

But when arriving near this slit in the sky, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon, following Yunhe's intention, descended from the cloud.

It arrived upon a lake surface covered in thick ice.

Layers of frost mist permeated, greatly limiting visibility.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The low-flying Cold Chant Flood Dragon couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you feel someone is following us?" Yunhe's eyes flashed with a cold light, his expression turning somewhat solemn.

Approximately half an hour earlier, Yunhe had sensed that something seemed to be following them, but whenever he extended his divine sense to investigate, he could never find a target, only vaguely sensing traces of divine sense.

This indicates that the opponent's divine sense is not weak, and they are deliberately trying to avoid him.

However, the opponent likely didn't expect that Yunhe's divine sense strength far exceeded their imagination, and thus he still managed to find some clues.

This made Yunhe's vigilance rise greatly.

Because this shows the opponent definitely came prepared.

"Following? No."

Regarding what Yunhe sensed, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon obviously felt nothing.

But Yunhe wouldn't listen to its reply, simply saying, "Turn around!"

"Turn around?"

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon stared blankly.

However, facing Yunhe's solemn expression, it dared not defy him in the slightest, and immediately turned its body, flying back toward the direction they came from.

The next moment.

The surrounding heaven and earth qi instantly dissipated, replaced by rapidly spreading yin and lethal qi; thick black fog, in just a few breaths, covered half the sky!

"Your divine sense is indeed strong; to even detect these traces is impressive. The Supreme Elder of the Ice Immortal Pavilion, Feng Dao Ren, truly lives up to his reputation!"

From within the thick black mist, a hoarse voice tinged with a hint of doubt sounded.

Immediately after.

Before Yunhe and the Cold Chant Flood Dragon appeared an old man with his hands behind his back, wearing a dark robe, squinting his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Yunhe and the Cold Chant Flood Dragon beneath his feet.

Upon seeing this person, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's pupils shrank sharply, its whole body instantly tensed, and its snow-white scales emitted a "shasha" sound.

And Yunhe's eyebrows kept twitching.

"Golden Core Perfection?"

The visitor was actually a cultivator who had reached Golden Core Perfection!

Just as Yunhe's words fell, several more figures appeared behind and to his side.

A quick glance revealed that, in just a few breaths, five Golden Core cultivators had arrived!

Among them,

One Golden Core Perfection cultivator, one Late Golden Core cultivator, and three Mid Golden Core cultivators!

Moreover, judging by their formation, it seems these five are not all of them.

Such a grand formation?

"Not bad a breath-concealing technique; I am somewhat interested."

Yunhe swept his divine sense over.

He did not find, among these five Golden Core cultivators, the expected Blood Sect guardian, the Blood Ritual.

But the leader, this Golden Core Perfected elder, his body reeking of strong yin and killing qi, was someone he had heard of.

Supreme Grand Elder of the Demonic Path Ghost Sect!

He just didn't expect that, to deal with him, the Ghost Sect would actually dispatch the Supreme Grand Elder directly.

They even tried to ambush him.

Other demonic sects, that's understandable.

Ghost Sect?

What the heck!

"Hmph! Not bad a tone." Nine Ghosts Old Monster gave a cold snort.

Besides this Ghost Sect Supreme Grand Elder, Nine Ghosts Old Monster, Yunhe actually also recognized one of them.

Exactly, not long ago he had come to the Ice Immortal Pavilion, trying to visit Yunhe, but in the end Yunhe ordered Ice Gui Immortal Maiden to turn him away—the ancestor of the Martial State cultivation family, the Ran clan!

So Yunhe directly ignored Nine Ghosts Old Monster, fixing his gaze tightly on the Ran ancestor.

Just as he felt extremely uncomfortable under Yunhe's gaze, he heard Yunhe's voice cold and stern say:

"Not cultivating the proper Dao, but instead aiding Zhou in wickedness, I today will first slay you!"

Upon these words, others felt nothing, but the Ran ancestor's body trembled.

Before the battle, already fearful.

If Yunhe really just ignores and stares at him to fight, then judging by Yunhe's 'battle record', he today might truly be more ominous than auspicious.

(End of chapter)