Chapter 403: Worth Only One Flood Dragon

The small boat drifted along the river.

There was only Yu Liancheng on the boat.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Murong Wuzhu had already left on another boat.

Yu Liancheng had left a strand of divine sense on Murong Wuzhu; as long as danger occurred, he would sense it in his heart, and with the experts accompanying her, there was no need to worry.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng sat at the bow of the boat, the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth surging into his body like a tide, being refined into pure True Qi, circulating through his meridians, and finally returning to his dantian.

That previous sword strike had almost exhausted his True Qi; a full-force blow from a Land Immortal was not so easy to receive.

From the brief exchange earlier, Yu Liancheng had also roughly estimated his own strength.

Relying solely on True Qi, he could barely fight a Land Immortal. However, that person from Longhu Mountain was not skilled in fighting and killing, so it had to be discounted.

Of course, Yu Liancheng had not used his full strength; his vigorous True Qi was only a part of his power. He also possessed a formidable physical body and spiritual power that could distort all things.

After about a quarter of an hour, the True Qi within Yu Liancheng's body surged and became vigorous once again, and a trace of divine light suddenly shot from his eyes.

With a flick of his sleeve, two Golden Lotuses floated in the air. They bloomed in layers, magnificent to the extreme, and gave one a sense of vast energy.

"Luck Golden Lotus."

In this world, Luck had an extremely significant role, whether in personal achievement or the rise and fall of a dynasty. And wanting to ascend seemed to have some subtle connection to it as well.

After examining them for a moment, Yu Liancheng was in no rush to absorb them and put the Luck Golden Lotus away again, to be used in the future.

He tilted his head, casting his gaze toward the endless void, his eyes as deep as the stars, searching for a "line" that could not be perceived by the naked eye.

"Heh, stealing things from me—who exactly gave you the guts?!" A cold sneer crossed the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth; he had discovered the existence of the "line."

He stood up, standing tall at the bow of the boat, and without using oars to steer, the entire boat seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, breaking through layers of waves, incredibly fast.

There were few boats on the river, but there were both large and small ones. These boats were still traveling slowly when they saw a small boat rushing past like lightning, and they could not help but look at each other in shock: "What kind of boat is this, why is it so fast?"

Before they could look closely, it had already vanished without a trace, leaving only trails of white foam.

……

Huishan had a six-tiered waterfall, and when the final waterfall poured down, the water fell with the force of ten thousand jun, the roaring sound carrying for half a mile; the Old Sword God Li Chungang had once left the legend of Sword Opens Heaven's Gate here.

Amidst the misty water, a middle-aged Daoist appeared and disappeared like a ghost, arriving near the waterfall without disturbing any of Huishan's hidden sentries, and looked up toward Guniu Dagang.

"Unexpectedly, in just ten days, this Huishan seems to be a completely different world."

The person who arrived was the middle-aged Daoist who had stolen Yu Liancheng's Luck.

He looked up at Huishan; the originally dim atmosphere had become magnificent and vast, swallowing mountains and rivers, possessing an indomitable spirit.

This middle-aged Daoist was called Zhao Huangchao, a Land Immortal, who could have ridden a crane to ascend many years ago; he was an ancestor of the Liyang Dynasty.

In order to continue the dynasty and for the sake of Liyang National Fortune, he had lingered in the human world, secretly using who knows how many base methods.

Huishan was right next to Longhu Mountain; although Zhao Huangchao had secretly used methods to steal Luck, he was still uneasy about this change, so he had rushed over to investigate.

Suddenly, Zhao Huangchao's brows furrowed slightly, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. He pinched his fingers to calculate, but felt the heavenly secrets were completely obscured.

"Am I overthinking it?"

Zhao Huangchao was just about to continue climbing the mountain when he suddenly heard a strange movement behind him, like water waves breaking through the air, coming from far to near, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the black-clad youth approaching with his hands behind his back.

"It's him."

Zhao Huangchao clearly recognized Yu Liancheng, and his heart skipped a beat; he was actually somewhat panicked, as if a thief had suddenly bumped into the owner of the stolen goods, naturally feeling in the wrong.

But there was not a trace of urgency or worry on his face.

Zhao Huangchao's method of seizing Luck was extremely clever; there were very few people in the world who could see through it, and even fewer who could track him down after seeing through it.

A warm smile appeared on his face, looking every bit like an immortal: "This old Daoist is traveling the world, and seeing this mountain is clear, strange, and magnificent, I wanted to go up and tour it. Is the master a guest or the owner of the mountain?"

"Zhao Huangchao, you dog, how dare you still run to my Huishan to act presumptuously."

A cold sneer lifted the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, and with a tap of his toes, he shot out like an arrow.

With a "Boom," his massive Qi and Blood permeated outward, forming a huge aura that caused the water surface within a radius of ten zhang to surge with huge waves, sweeping toward Zhao Huangchao.

Zhao Huangchao's expression changed instantly, his robes billowing; the opponent's speed was truly too fast, and he could only use his hands to receive the palms coming toward him.

Bang! Bang!

Two collision sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The water surface immediately churned up like a waterfall, pushing horizontally to both sides and crashing against the riverbanks. However, the area where the two clashed formed a vacuum where not a drop of water could enter.

The moment their four palms struck, Zhao Huangchao, who had mastered the three teachings and lived for who knows how many years, revealed a look of horror on his face.

The opponent had not used any martial arts, and he had not even felt a single trace of True Qi fluctuation, but the power transmitted was strong to the extreme.

Such fierce physical strength, perhaps only Wang Laoguai of Wudi City could contend with it.

The two pairs of hands stalemated for a moment; Zhao Huangchao had no time to dissipate the force, and his entire body flew out like a cannonball, smashing fiercely into the waterfall.

Zhao Huangchao spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling his internal organs displaced.

His reaction was very swift; his body soared into the air, his fingers forming seals, and just as he was about to perform a profound technique, a cold killing intent had already shrouded his back.

Following that, a hand grabbed his thigh, hoisted him high, and then threw him fiercely to the side, instantly causing a dozen towering trees to snap at the waist, and his entire body plowed a deep trench into the ground.

Zhao Huangchao's entire body's energy dissipated, and he barely managed to support his body.

However, Yu Liancheng had already appeared at his side. Since he was beating a dog in the water, he certainly could not let this opportunity pass.

With his five fingers spread, he grabbed the middle-aged Daoist's head with one hand and smashed it again, crashing it fiercely against the nearby cliff.

"Tell me, why must you be so base! Why must you be so base!"

Yu Liancheng was still not satisfied; he held Zhao Huangchao's head and kept smashing it against the cliff, causing the cliff to begin to crack with one fissure after another.

For a Land Immortal like Zhao Huangchao, although his various methods were nearly profound, once the physically invincible Yu Liancheng got close, he had almost no power to fight back.

After beating this Zhao Huangchao until he was half-dead and every bone in his body was broken, Yu Liancheng finally stopped and spat: "You old immortal are only worth one Flood Dragon."

"I'll beat you every time I see you from now on."