Chapter 237

The True Lord Cen Lü's reply came quickly; he at that moment walked out of the city nearest the sea and mounted his martial nephew's flying sword: "The forefather of Bailong Aotang died while contending for the clan chief position against Ao Yuan of the East Sea. Did he injure you?"

Jiang Yu probed, asking, "The one who injured the rescuer Jiang Tu, Master, can you give Ao Tang a good beating?"

"Good!" Sui Lv Zhenjun saw his little disciple's question, secretly sighed—he had never wholeheartedly taught her, so there always remained some distance between him and Jiang Yu.

So he greeted his fellow junior martial sisters and nephews, then burned his essence blood to accelerate his escape.

"Uncle..." Lin Quan Sect Leader hadn't even finished calling out when he said, "Uncle Fu Ju, you must not learn the blood-escape secret technique that Sect Leader used."

"No, Sect Leader Li and the nearby Dao friends by the sea have already arrived and stabilized the situation."

"But Ao Tang has some misgivings and dare not really kill our human race." Fu Ju Zhenjun was also exchanging messages with the people at sea.

"Hmph, he fears that humanity will join forces with the East Sea dragon clan and wipe out his faction."

"He's really clueless; if he changed his approach and courteously sent the disciples ashore, our side would actually owe him a favor." Lin Quan Sect Leader didn't use a secret technique to instantly reach the South Sea after setting up the transfer array because he had calculated that Ao Tang wouldn't dare kill people.

As for injuries, to cultivators they aren't life-threatening unless the soul or dantian is severely wounded.

But he didn't realize that when Ao Tang faced the two Nascent Soul cultivators, he suddenly came to his senses—he shouldn't have, upon discovering the dragon with a more ancient bloodline, lost control of his attack, causing the situation to get somewhat out of hand.

So, on his side he told the two Nascent Soul cultivators it was a misunderstanding, while trying to pin the blame on Jiang Yu.

"At that time, I had already indicated that taking some spiritual herbs as compensation would suffice; who would have thought that upon discovering my dragon clan's long‑missing juvenile dragon, I, in my eagerness to retrieve it, approached the flying vessel."

"Unexpectedly, you cultivators slaughtered en masse without a word, and the several demon kings naturally had to defend themselves—it was entirely a misunderstanding." While speaking, Ao Tang pointed at the grand formation where Jiang Yu was.

"In the past the two clans had an agreement not to contract each other's low‑rank members or young; you two may enter the formation to look—indeed, there is a member of my dragon clan inside."

"Really?" Qiu Zhenjun of the Wan Jian Sect glanced at Baili Zhenren as he exited the formation.

Jiang Yu worried that this elder might say something shocking, so she immediately stepped out of the formation gate, saying, "Greetings, Zhenjun; the dragon turtle by my side is not bred by the Tian Yuan."

"It was a gift from Jiang Bai Zhenren of the Dongzhou Xuandu Sword Sect, and the dragon turtle bears the disciple token of my Tai Xu Sect, not a spirit beast talisman."

What ancient agreement? That's just an old calendar from tens of thousands of years ago—how could the dragon clan not uphold its pact not to harm humanity?

"Who are you?" Qiu Zhenjun, who had been in seclusion for decades and had only recently emerged to visit friends at the Guiyuan Sect, didn't recognize this junior of the past twenty years.

"My master is Sui Lv Zhenjun of the Tai Xu Sect." Jiang Yu bowed again.

Li Sect Leader didn't believe Ao Tang's words, and moreover the Tian Yuan dragon clan has no record of producing a dragon turtle in the past hundred thousand years; he said, "Brother Qiu, she is a new disciple recently taken in by Daoist friend Sui Lv."

"It's not surprising that she accidentally went to Dongzhou for a few years, toured, and returned with a baby dragon."

Ao Tang's heart jolted—he hadn't expected a Foundation Establishment cultivator to have a Nascent Soul master—but he still insisted, "Little Daoist, Dongzhou is far overseas; we still need to go overseas to verify this."

"The dragon clan youngling you bring is from my South Sea…"

"Ao Tang Dragon King, watch your words—everyone knows the Southern Vermilion Bird and Northern Black Tortoise; the dragon turtle comes from the North Sea."

"You clearly saw my Jiang Tu and all these cultivators, coveting our treasures, and deliberately looked for an excuse to attack."

"Please, the two Zhenjuns, see clearly." Jiang Yu would not let him pin the blame for the fight on her.

"You……" Ao Tang had just opened his mouth when Jiang Yu cut him off, saying, "I, together with the other cultivators, have recording stones as proof."

Having said that, she turned and shouted, "Senior Sister Chenxia, I heard you often carry recording jade."

"Yes." Lu Chenxia thought, it must be what Ruochan said; she stepped out of the formation to display the recorded battle.

And the cultivators behind her, such as Xia Bing, also stepped out of the formation to bolster her courage.

At the same time, the little snake Biluo in a somewhat distant formation also shouted, "Jiang Yu, I also have a recording."

"It hadn't previously dared to go into battle like Jiang Tu, but it has recorded Jiang Tu's heroic feat of wounding the White Dragon King."

Guo Jue pressed it, took out the recording jade and walked out of the formation; other cultivators inside various formations who had activated their recording jade also streamed out.

Not for anything else, but because earlier the dragon turtle Jiang Tu had joined the resistance at a critical moment, buying everyone time to set up their defensive formation.

Jiang Yu turned her head and saw that most were cultivators much older than her—still, young people are easily hot‑blooded!

Several recording jades floated open in mid‑air, showing from the Dragon King Ao Tang's water barrier blocking the road, to his strike against the flying vessel, the cultivators' counter‑attack… then to being chased onto the island, Jiang Tu rescuing people, and so on, each flashing in turn.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators hadn't even finished watching before anger surfaced, and the Nascent Soul aura erupted instantly.

Meanwhile, Ao Tang had long prepared to flee; before the aura could press on him, he had already slipped away, vanishing onto the small island.

"Where do you think you're going!" The two Nascent Soul cultivators struck simultaneously, sword light and spiritual light flashing before their eyes.

"Roar!" The dragon king plunged into the water, transformed into a dragon, his cry for help echoing across this sea area, and the seawater along the shore splashed with a hint of blood.

The water was too deep for Jiang Yu to see the outcome: "Senior Dragon Soul, is it still there?"

"It's fleeing." The Dragon Soul concealed itself and appeared on her shoulder; in a moment the white dragon and the two Nascent Soul cultivators were no longer visible.

And Jiang Yu only saw that the originally dull‑looked eighth‑ and seventh‑level cultivators, after the Nascent Soul cultivators entered the sea to pursue, were each running faster than the last.

Baili Zhenren and the few Golden Core cultivators guarding here, after a brief discussion, decided not to give chase.

And he ordered Jiang Yu's disciples to swiftly retreat back to the formation.

Guo Jue, meanwhile, followed Jiang Yu into the formation, asking, "Is Jiang Tu still alright? I'll go find my uncle to have a look."

"He's injured and unconscious; my master will come shortly." Jiang Yu didn't want Jiang Tu to appear again before everyone.

Meanwhile Lin Yuan cheered, "Here they come, the intercepting Zhenren have returned!"

The cultivators looked up and saw, in the distant blue sea and sky, streaks of escape light approaching; in the blink of an eye, dozens of Golden Core cultivators landed on the island.

"Master."

"Uncle."

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Sister."

"Jiang Yu, I'll go bandage Senior Brother." Wan Xiyue saw Du Heng Zhenren half‑body bloody, dropped Jiang Yu and ran off.

Crowds of Foundation Establishment cultivators streamed out of their respective formations to meet those Zhenren who had been injured while protecting them.

At that moment, everyone again grouped by sect, laid out a few more formations, with only members of their own sect guarding each one.

On Jiang Yu's side, ten Golden Core cultivators were injured, seven of them, but everyone already had disciples attending, so she couldn't lend a hand.

"Jiang Yu." Xia Bing called her over to the side.

"Senior sister, what's the matter?" Jiang Yu glanced at the spatial magic house she was holding; if I'm not mistaken, this should be True Person Sang's.

Xia Bing said: "The sect master will arrive shortly; seeing that his precious eldest disciple hasn't awakened, he will surely speak unpleasantly—don't take it to heart."

"Ah, Senior Brother Tang got injured, and it's not my fault."

"The sect master probably won't take it out on me, right?" Jiang Yu felt that the sect master was still reasonable.