Chapter 217

"You still recognize us? Good! Great!" Ba Shao breathed a long sigh of relief at the sight.

It seemed his intuition was right—Jiang Sishui wasn't a bad person, and held no hostility toward the Rain Tribe; otherwise there'd be no reason for him to tell Hou Jian of their existence.

While the three were catching up, Jiang Sishui's attention was drawn to another person.

"Zhou Zhiruo, what are you doing here?"

Looking at the poised, mature beauty not far away, Jiang Sishui felt a little puzzled.

Wu Zhou was actually together with Ba Shao and Heichuan—had her identity been exposed?

Then again, Wu Zhou had given them "Dragon-Saliva Tea," and a few days was more than enough time for them to catch on.

So it was only natural to turn back and catch Wu Zhou.

Wu Zhou looked at Jiang Sishui, feeling a strange twinge in her heart.

If not for the diary copy, she really wouldn't have seen it—this kid looked proper on the surface, but had long since taken a fancy to her.

And she hadn't had the diary copy before; it only appeared after the two of them met. What did that mean?

It meant Jiang Sishui had met her and been smitten at first sight!

"They say 'an old bull eats tender grass,' but with this old lady, it's the other way around."

Wu Zhou kept muttering to herself.

Her gaze raked Jiang Sishui up and down, and Wu Zhou rolled her eyes: "Stop playing dumb, kid! You know the Rain Tribe so well, there's no way you don't know this old lady's identity, yet you still put on an act with me!"

Jiang Sishui laughed in spite of himself: "Looks like Ba Shao and Heichuan told you everything. So what should I call you now? Miss Wu? Miss Zhou? Big Sister Wu? Big Sister Zhou?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wu Zhou hurriedly cut him off.

Rubbing the goosebumps rising on her arms, Wu Zhou said with distaste: "Don't keep calling me 'Miss' this and 'Miss' that—this old lady's already long in the tooth, and you calling me that makes me embarrassed."

"Long in the tooth? No way? From the look of you, Big Sister Zhou, you can't be more than a few years older than me." Jiang Sishui said it with a perfectly serious face.

Wu Zhou waved a hand: "Enough, enough, you don't have to sweet-talk me to make me happy—this old lady isn't that sentimental."

Shifting the topic, she asked knowingly: "I heard from Ba Shao and Heichuan that you know where Xu Yang is. Is it true?"

Jiang Sishui nodded: "That's right. Big Sister Zhou coming is just right; otherwise I'd have had to go to the tea shed to find you."

"Then let's go now!" Wu Zhou urged.

"Alright." Jiang Sishui agreed.

Ba Shao, Heichuan, and Hou Jian had also finished catching up, and naturally had no objections.

So Jiang Sishui took out the "Seeking-Object Luo Pan" to locate Liu Xing's soul tablet.

Xu Yang and the Witch Sovereign controlled Liu Xing through the soul tablet; wherever Liu Xing's soul tablet was, that was where the two were imprisoned.

Soon, the "Seeking-Object Luo Pan" reacted.

"This direction!"

Jiang Sishui looked at Hou Jian.

Hou Jian gave a slight nod of her graceful head, raised a hand, and a streak of blue light fell—four people vanished on the spot.

When they reappeared, they were already over ten li away.

Rain Tribe witchcraft—spatial shift!

Traveling sure was convenient.

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Jiang Sishui picked up the Luo Pan, glanced at it, and signaled Hou Jian to keep moving forward.

And so, stopping every ten li to adjust and check their direction, the group finally arrived before a stone wall.

"No road ahead?" Wu Zhou was slightly surprised.

Jiang Sishui shook his head: "No, there's a mechanism in the cliff face; it's hollow inside."

Hearing this, Hou Jian pressed her palm to the stone wall, silently sensing for a moment, and said: "There's a path inside."

"Then let's go in."

"Mm."

Another shift, and the four appeared in a corridor.

Before they could make out their surroundings, two high-pitched dragon roars exploded by their ears, making all four eardrums tremble wildly.

Clearly, the twin dragons in the cave had also sensed their arrival.

"It's the fluctuation of our Rain Tribe's witch-power—Xu Yang and the former Witch Sovereign are right here!"

The three from the Rain Tribe rejoiced and hurried toward the dragon roars.

"What terrifying power—just the sound waves alone could stun a Grandmaster into an idiot!"

Jiang Sishui's expression grew slightly solemn.

As expected, Xu Yang and the former Witch Sovereign, these two top experts of the Rain Tribe, were probably both Demigods!

Only Demigods who had cultivated a Nascent Spirit possessed the mighty power to craft soul tablets and control life and death.

Thinking that he was about to face two Demigods, Jiang Sishui couldn't help feeling a little tense.

Even though he hadn't come to be their enemy this time.

Fortunately, he had the "Sunshadow Golden Wheel" protecting him, so safety wasn't a concern.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Hou Jian asked with a look of concern.

Jiang Sishui shook his head: "Nothing, let's go."

After rounding a few bends, a stone chamber came into view.

Of the stone chamber's four walls, one was the entrance, two were densely packed with several hundred soul tablets, and the last one…

Even with prior mental preparation, Jiang Sishui still drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

241 Purification Art breaks the binding spell, rescuing the twin dragons

Its head like a camel's, horns like a deer's, eyes like a rabbit's, ears like an ox's, neck like a snake's, belly like a clam's, scales like a carp's, claws like an eagle's, paws like a tiger's.

Unlike the abstract depictions in the drama, the two divine dragons before them—one azure, one vermilion—were vivid and lifelike, radiating a vast, irresistible majesty.

At first glance, one might even think they had materialized straight out of a mythological tale.

Divine might like the sea, divine might like a prison.

"Transformation Art…"

Jiang Sishui's heart swelled with another measure of longing.

……

Mantuo Shanzhuang.

The women had all gathered around a pool.

At this moment, the pool's surface was like a mirror, its scenes constantly shifting.

Suddenly, the images of two divine dragons appeared, as if about to burst through space itself, startling all the women.

This was the Yu clan's "Three-Eight-Seven" sorcery—the Scrying Art!

The women all knew Jiang Sishui was going to rescue the Twin Dragons today, but for safety's sake, they had not been permitted to accompany him.

Though they obeyed, the women couldn't help feeling a touch of regret.

Seeing this, Hou Jian performed the "Scrying Art" to solve their problem.

The function of the "Scrying Art" was simple: before the sorcery power Hou Jian left behind dissipated, the water-mirror would track her as its subject, synchronously projecting the scene around her.

Through this method, the women could catch a glimpse of the Twin Dragons' true forms.

"Nine likenesses, nine unlikenesses—this is exactly like the dragons of legend!"

"Even through the mirror, I can feel a dragon's might."

"These two dragons must be several dozen zhang long, right? Hard to imagine that 'Transformation Art' could make a person grow so huge—and this is real flesh and blood!"

"What material are the chains wrapped around them made of? Even the Twin Dragons can't break free."

The women chimed in one after another, discussing it enthusiastically.

……

Inside the mountain cave.

The Twin Dragons and Wu Zhou met face to face; both sides were deeply moved.

"Xuyang! You're Xuyang!"

Wu Zhou stared fixedly at the azure dragon. Though Xuyang had already taken dragon form, she recognized him at a glance.

A trace of sorrow surfaced in the azure dragon's enormous pupils: "It's me. Wu Zhou, ten years and we haven't seen each other—I broke my promise."

Wu Zhou shook her head: "It doesn't matter! Being able to see you again now already makes me very happy."