Chapter 313: Spirit Void

Hearing this, the young monk's inner anger subsided slightly, but he remained vigilant.

"Rest assured, Master," the green-clad swordsman said, "we have our own ways to restrain the black flood dragon and ensure it no longer commits evil. At the same time, we will guide it to cultivate towards goodness, in hopes that it may achieve something in the future."

The young monk nodded and put away his staff, the golden light gradually dissipating. He looked at the black flood dragon, a flash of complex emotion in his eyes: "Wicked creature, I shall spare your life today. But remember, if you commit evil acts again, I will certainly not be lenient!"

The black flood dragon trembled slightly in the net, seemingly sensing the monk's majesty and compassion, and its eyes revealed gratitude and remorse.

The young monk's anger gradually calmed under the green-clad swordsman's words, but he did not fully relax his vigilance; after all, a demon's nature is hard to change, and it must be treated with caution.

He took a deep look at the green-clad swordsman and the three women behind him, inwardly praising their willingness to shoulder this responsibility and risk: "The people here have good character; how are they as unbearable as my master said?"

"Since that is the case, this poor monk will trust you once." The young monk's voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.

He slowly put away his staff, the golden light dissipating like a receding tide, merging back into his body and restoring peace and serenity.

After consuming a pill, the monk's physical body began to slowly recover.

He cast his gaze once more toward the black flood dragon in the net; those crimson eyes had now lost their former ferocity, replaced by a faint trace of gratitude and remorse.

A flash of complex emotion crossed the young monk's eyes, containing both worry that a demon's nature is hard to change and the compassion of allowing a life to continue.

"Wicked creature, you must remember today's lesson." The young monk's voice was low and powerful. "Though I spare your life, your future must still be grasped by yourself. If you can truly repent and walk the path of goodness, perhaps you may attain the right fruit; but if you commit evil again and harm the world, I will certainly not show mercy."

The black flood dragon trembled slightly in the net, seemingly having fully understood the monk's words. Its eyes revealed even deeper remorse and gratitude, as if silently swearing to turn over a new leaf.

Seeing this, the green-clad swordsman and the three women also revealed relieved smiles. They knew this monk was about to leave.

"This poor monk's dharma name is Spirit Void. May we fellow practitioners meet again if fate allows."

After the monk's figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, the atmosphere seemed to lighten a little.

One of the women said with a tone of jest and mockery: "This wild monk is truly interesting; he doesn't even understand the rules here, yet his strength is frighteningly powerful."

"What's more interesting is that he actually didn't even want the resources of this beast that is about to transform into a flood dragon; he is truly foolishly cute."

The man who had not made a move frowned upon hearing this, seemingly recalling the scene from just a moment ago in earnest. "I don't think this monk is a creature of a small pond," he mused. "Did you notice his staff and Buddhist Beads? Those are certainly not ordinary objects; they must have a background. I estimate he is likely a temple walker from Xizhou, perhaps a high disciple from some precious temple, out on a journey of experience."

The green-clad man holding the sword nodded in agreement: "Lao Liu's words are reasonable; I also saw that this monk is extraordinary. His eyes are clear, as if they can see through the human heart, and his spiritual power is boundless and peerless; he is clearly no nameless person. If we meet again in the future, we must handle it with care."

The other two women were clearly not very interested in the monk's identity and strength; they were more concerned with the "walking dragon" demon beast before them.

They interrupted the speculation about the monk and urged: "Alright, alright, stop discussing that monk. He has already gone far away; let's hurry and deal with this walking dragon! Its flesh and blood are great supplements; how about we split it equally?"

The man and the green-clad swordsman both nodded in agreement upon hearing this. Although the previous matter was somewhat unexpected, the harvest before them was more important.

The four gathered their focus once more, preparing to join forces to deal with the walking dragon demon beast trapped in the net. Following a burst of urgent incantations and flashing sword light,

The green-clad swordsman's figure was agile as he stood holding his sword. He took a deep breath, his sword tip trembling slightly, and suddenly a sharp, peerless Sword Qi erupted from the blade, like a sharp dragon's roar, cutting through the air and pressing straight toward the black flood dragon.

The massive spiritual power contained within that Sword Qi made the black flood dragon feel unprecedented pressure; it roared in pain, yet could not escape this fatal threat.

At the same time, the two women dressed in white leaped out lightly. The Flower Baskets in their hands swayed gently, and one could see petals of various colors falling like fine rain, weaving into brilliant nets in the air, surrounding the black flood dragon tightly.

These petals appeared weak, but in reality, they contained powerful spiritual power and binding force, causing the black flood dragon's movements to be greatly restricted.

The man watching from the side saw this and no longer hesitated. He let out a low roar, his entire body's spiritual power surging, and a pair of heavy Gauntlets instantly appeared on his hands.

These Gauntlets were forged from an unknown metal, their surfaces flowing with a faint spiritual light; they were clearly extraordinary magical artifacts. The man clenched his fists tightly and charged forward violently, the wind of his fists whistling with the force of an overturning sea, attacking the black flood dragon from a distance.

The black flood dragon had originally thought that after the monk left, it would be able to escape a disaster, but it did not expect to fall into an even more dangerous situation in the blink of an eye.

It was furious, and amidst its roar, black energy swirled around its body, and powerful Demon Power gushed out.

It suddenly thrashed its body, and the water elements in the surroundings seemed to have received a summons, rapidly gathering into a monstrous water curtain, blocking all the attacks from the green-clad swordsman and the others.

Within the water curtain, the black flood dragon's figure was flickering in and out of view, its pair of crimson eyes filled with unwillingness and anger.

Yet, facing the joint siege of the green-clad swordsman and the others, it also knew it could not hold on for long.

Just as the black flood dragon was struggling to resist, it suddenly felt a surge of power beneath it.

It turned out that its body had already adapted to the form of having grown horns and claws, and it began to use the power of the river water to repair itself.

The river water beneath it felt like its own body, obedient to its will, and the injured scales were also beginning to slowly recover.

It let out a long roar, deafening, and the surrounding water mist instantly dissipated.

Seeing this, the green-clad swordsman and the others could not help but be astonished.

At this moment, the black flood dragon opened its eyes, a transcendent aura revealing itself in its gaze.

It spoke in human language: "Humans, that monk already said he would let me go; why must you still kill so ruthlessly?"

The man holding the sword laughed: "Because the Great Dao is only for contention."

Looking at the other three with their expressions of taking it for granted,

The black flood dragon roared: "Then I shall contend with you as well!"

A roar that sounded like a tiger yet not a tiger, like an elephant yet not an elephant, pierced through the clouds.