Chapter 140: Going to Warn

Time flies.

It's been five months since the Flood Dragon Clan was flooded, the season shifting from summer to winter.

Snowflakes drift down, draping the Esteemed Tribe in a thin silver veil.

A crystal snowflake lands on Si Linghua's palm, instantly turning into a cold droplet of water.

"Achoo!" he sneezed, quickly tightening the beast‑skin coat around himself.

His nose tip turns bright red, and the white breath he exhales vanishes swiftly in the cold wind.

He quickens his pace, jogging over to Da Yu.

At this moment Da Yu stands shirtless in the snow, his skin flushed crimson, steaming heat forming a hazy mist around him.

The falling snowflakes melt into vapor before touching his body, evaporating in mid‑air.

Each punch he throws is accompanied by a whooshing sound, and the snow beneath his feet has already melted, revealing dry ground.

Beside him, Yu Lin sits leisurely on a rattan chair, his fingers gently combing the kirin's mane.

The kirin squints contentedly, occasionally snoring as if dozing.

More astonishingly, every snowflake drifting toward them automatically veers away three feet away, as if blocked by an invisible shield.

Yet the Dragon Lord's figure is nowhere to be seen.

"Wen Ming! My grandfather said the winter festival is the day after tomorrow; would you like to go out with my father to hunt some game?"

Si Linghua steps before Da Yu and looks up to ask.

He is still at a growing age; after these months he has shot up considerably, yet he only reaches Da Yu's neck.

Da Yu hears his words, but his hands keep moving, punching while speaking:

"Got it, Uncle Shan Chong already came to tell me yesterday."

"How's your newly learned witchcraft? Have you mastered it?"

Si Linghua's body‑refining talent is poor, so he gave up body refinement, but his witchcraft study is quite good.

In fact, because his talent is outstanding, a witch spirit took him as an apprentice.

Moreover, a few days ago the leader of Wu Xian Guo met Yu Lin; after they talked all night, the leader left in high spirits, as if having grasped some universal truth, and felt grateful toward Yu Lin.

After all, with his innate aptitude for leadership, even without direct instruction from Yu Lin, a few hints are enough for him to comprehend the matter.

Had Yu Lin not refused, he would probably have returned to erect a statue of Yu Lin, venerating him as a new patriarch of witchcraft.

Of course, before departing they each gave Si Linghua and Da Yu a gift.

The gift to Da Yu was a potent alchemical pill excellent for body refinement.

The gift to Si Linghua was a bone ring he wore on his finger, said to amplify witchcraft power.

Not bad at all.

Si Linghua, hearing Da Yu's question, immediately pats his chest: "Don't worry, I learned it a few days ago!"

"When I'm there, I guarantee you'll all return completely intact!"

He lifts his head, exuding confidence.

"Good then, I know you're formidable, Ling Hua," Da Yu chuckles, praises him, then resumes his body refinement.

Now his physique has reached the 'not bad' stage; the next step is the flesh nourishing the soul, the soul nurturing the flesh, achieving a complementary state.

Because he cannot teach the Lian Qi Method.

Thus the body‑refining method Da Yu now practices was altered by Yu Lin and the Dragon Lord, combining later‑generation body‑refinement techniques with witchcraft.

Using witchcraft to draw Qi, letting Qi nourish the flesh, achieving the effects of body refinement.

Since cultivating this method requires innate talent in both witchcraft and body refinement, Da Yu will still find time to teach the Esteemed Tribe's people.

Yet only a few can reach his level.

Either the body‑refinement works but witchcraft doesn't, or vice versa, or both fail, leaving them to only do gathering or farming in the tribe later.

Nevertheless, even so, the Esteemed Tribe's strength grows day by day at a rapid pace.

When Da Yu becomes emperor… he might truly become an imperial lineage.

Yu Lin thinks that given Da Yu's temperament, he may someday pass this method to the entire Human Race, leaving the Esteemed Tribe only with early‑learned benefits.

We'll discuss that later.

Yu Lin withdraws his gaze from the two and looks upward.

Accompanied by a dragon's roar.

The Dragon Lord's form appears before him, shrinking to the size of a head.

"Dragon Lord, did you find it?"

"Of course."

"Who made it?"

"The Ze Yuan Clan is actually the Gonggong Tribe; their current leader once used the alias Ze Yuan!"

"Gonggong Tribe..........."

Yu Lin squints his eyes.

These past months the Dragon Lord has been flying everywhere, searching for who the Ze Yuan Clan truly is; discovering it's the Gonggong Tribe… he isn't too surprised.

After all, the Gonggong Tribe will become Da Yu's major rival, and they will inevitably clash.

It's just a coincidence that they met early… perhaps not early; the Gonggong Tribe intends some action, deliberately sending a Flood Dragon order here to sabotage the dam.

Deliberate!

"Let's go." Yu Lin stands.

"Where to?"

"To the Gonggong Tribe, warn them not to mess around here now."

Good!

As soon as this was mentioned, the Dragon Lord was no longer sleepy, instantly grew larger, and flew upward with Yu Lin.

Only the Qilin, still dozing, continued to doze.

And Da Yu and Si Linghua, who had no idea what they were going to do, exchanged a glance, each seeing the other's confusion.

Ignoring it, they must have gone because they had something to do.

Da Yu continued his body refinement, while Si Linghua took tiny steps, moving until she reached the Qilin, raised her hand, and patted its head.

Hmm, the feel was excellent.

Then Si Ping's voice came from behind:

"Ling Hua! Come back quickly to drink the medicine!"

"Oh, coming."

During Emperor Yao's era, the Gong Gong Tribe, as a water‑god tribe, was recommended by Huan Dou to manage the floods.

But Emperor Yao evaluated that leader as "soft‑spoken yet incompetent, outwardly reverent but actually lawless," meaning his words sounded nice, but his actions were unprincipled and poor, appearing respectful yet truly unruly.

In the end, Huan Dou insisted it was possible, Emperor Yao allowed a trial, and, well… it of course failed.

Later, the Four Peaks recommended Gun to control the flood; Emperor Yao also said "no," yet the Four Peaks stubbornly insisted on trying, and it likewise failed.

But Gun originally didn't have to die; he took it upon himself to steal the Heavenly Emperor's Self‑Expanding Soil…

There was also a San Miao who, not for flood control, repeatedly caused chaos in the Jiang and Huai basins and around Jingzhou.

Later, when Shun returned from inspection, he dealt with all four of them directly, calling them the "Four Sins."

Equally notorious were the "Four Evils":

The incompetent of the Di Hong Clan, "Chaos"; of the Shao Hao Clan, "Qiong Qi"; of the Zhuanxu Clan, "Tao Wu"; of the Jin Yun Clan, "Taotie."

These will be set aside for now.

Regarding the exile, that's the scene.

The Gong Gong Tribe, of course, would not be content to give up, and kept plotting some scheme.

At this moment.

Inside the leader's residence of the Gong Gong Tribe.

A deep voice resonated:

"Xiang Liu, what's the word from the San Miao side?"