Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 290 Eating dragon meat and drinking dragon blood, the heroes divided it up.

A dragon enters the sea, like a flood passing through.

Whether the Ink Dragon can safely enter the great river at this moment depends entirely on the power of this flood. There is a saying that it is "stirring up trouble," which is exactly what the Ink Dragon is doing at this moment. If it cannot escape into the great river in one wave, it will not even have the chance to reach the mouth of the sea.

Figures moved forward with the floodwaters, and the black snakes used to attract attention were all killed. In the turbid mountain torrent, the outline of the black dragon could be vaguely seen.

It has horns, scales, and broken feet, and it thrashes in the flood like a flying serpent.

The floods were devastating.

The villages downstream of Dangshan were instantly submerged. Houses of this era could not withstand the erosion of floods. When the flash floods and mudslides occurred, the entire villages were razed to the ground. Although some righteous people had notified the villagers to evacuate in advance, some elderly people were unwilling to leave. When the natural disaster struck, they panicked and disappeared along with their houses.

Human villages and towns are mostly built along waterways. If the black dragon were to transform into a dragon, the entire waterway of a province would suffer.

A long howl.

Above the waves, a man walked on the water. His figure was hunched over, his arms were longer than his knees, and he held a three-foot-long sword with rampant sword energy. This hunched old man pulled a child out of the flood, disregarding that the child's parents had been swallowed by the flood, and with a gentle force, he threw the child more than ten feet away.

Lu Shanjun stopped, took a deep breath. His lightness skill was not high. He used brute force to throw a piece of roof beam, then leaped onto the beam and barely caught the child.

He wouldn't care about anyone else, but since the ape master needed to save someone, he had to help, which would settle a favor.

The child was so frightened by Lu Shanjun's appearance that he was completely dumbfounded.

Lu Shanjun didn't care at all. He found a safe place to put it down and then ran away again. Not far away, there was a charming and alluring woman in palace attire. She looked at Lu Shanjun's back with surprise and thought to herself, "Does Lu Shanjun actually have a relationship with Ape Master?"

At this moment, she spoke up: "There is a suspended bridge ahead, which can block its way for a while."

Upon hearing the words of the beautiful woman in palace attire, a man dressed as a Taoist immediately made a hand seal and used the technique of traveling a thousand miles in a flash. As if shrinking the earth, he actually ran before the flood peak passed. Only someone with long breaths, abundant true energy, and superb movement skills could travel such a distance.

Splitting Light Afterimage Sword

Above the flood peak, a young Taoist priest rode the wind. Although there were many extraordinary people in the martial arts world who practiced the Wind Riding Talisman, very few could actually ride the wind for short distances. The long sword behind him created afterimages, and the sharp sword energy broke through the flood peak, trying to stop the dragon.

Once the flood peak has passed, the dragon can no longer use the water's force; it's like a dragon swimming in shallow water, at the mercy of the flood.

Dragons and similar creatures are not true dragons; without the right time and place, they become snakes and insects.

As for human beings, there's no need to even think about it. The Mo Jiao transforms into a dragon by 'walking on water,' stirring up storms and waves, and there are plenty of people who want to kill it.

Suspended in Cambridge.

Where the flash flood passed, a century-old bridge hung over the mountain stream, with a sword hanging beneath it. Countless years had passed, and the sword's blade was pitch black, as if soaked in blood and had become part of the metal. When the black dragon saw the hanging bridge, its expression turned solemn. Suddenly, it spat out its demon core, stirring up wind, rain, and waves. In an instant, a gale arose, and the flood peak rose several feet high, as if it wanted to directly crush the bridge from above.

"Ha ha!"

"Well done!"

On the bridge, a burly man was drinking heartily, holding a fat duck and eating with gusto. Seeing the approaching flood, he laughed loudly and boldly. The wine pot in his hand shattered, and the wine was ignited by his inner energy, like a condensed flame, which he controlled in his palm with domineering force.

"evildoer!"

"Help me comprehend the Dragon Transformation Palm!"

There are two top-tier palm techniques in this world, both pure Yang and fiery: the Dragon Subduing Palm and the Dragon Transformation Palm. These two schools are locked in a fierce battle, neither able to gain the upper hand.

boom!
With his true energy surging out of control, the burly man unleashed a palm strike, transforming the wine into a fire dragon. This startled the Wind-Riding Daoist, forcing him to scramble to avoid it. If he were to be touched by it, ordinary fire would be no problem, but the opponent's blazing Yang true energy was truly deadly.

The figure of the black dragon appeared above the flood peak, which was its mount. Its figure soared into the air and emerged from the water for the first time, confronting the fire dragon with its remaining claws. The surrounding water vapor gathered and condensed into waves crashing against the shore.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The two collided as if in an explosion, steam rose, and even the flood peak shrank.

"Try my Dragon-Capturing Skill!"

Having suffered a setback, the burly man knew he couldn't fight the dragon head-on. He formed claws with his five fingers and unleashed a suction force, trying to pull the dragon out of the flood peak.

Once away from the flood peak, the black dragon is like a rider who has lost his warhorse.

However, the black dragon was too large to be sucked up. The Dragon-Capturing Skill was far too weak. As the flood passed, the black dragon tried its best to dodge, but still let out a mournful cry. Invisible spiritual light appeared on the suspended sword. On both sides, in places unseen by martial artists, hazy phantoms held hand seals and activated the suspended sword with their magic power.

"I am the mountain god of Dangshan. This time, I have done my duty to slay the dragon, which is worthy of my mountain god tablet."

Blood spurts.

The black dragon was instantly severely injured, and a large amount of blood splattered out.

The beautiful woman in palace attire stretched out her palm, as if using a star-absorbing technique, and condensed the dragon blood into ice. This dragon blood was very useful, and with this piece of mysterious ice blood, it wouldn't be considered a complete loss.

The illusory image of the mountain god quickly dissipated.

That black dragon is, after all, a dragon, and whether it can leap over the Dragon Gate is still uncertain. He only made a move once to avoid it potentially transforming into a dragon in the future and becoming a mortal enemy.

The bridge collapsed.

Xuanjian Bridge ultimately failed to stop the Ink Dragon, but the power of the flood had dissipated by more than half. At this moment, a tiger's roar rang out, and Lu Shanjun's figure leaped out, his domineering palm force splitting the waves, and he clashed with the dragon once again.

Dislocating tendons and bones technique.

Lu Shanjun's tiger claws tore a large chunk of flesh and blood from the Mo Jiao's body, along with the dragon scales. The two collided and spat out blood. The Mo Jiao used Lu Shanjun's domineering palm force to leap, actually soaring over a hundred feet into the air, like a swimming dragon, directly leaping over the mountain in front of it and falling back into the flood.

Although the palm strike was very serious, Lu Shanjun's palm force sent it on its way, showing that this black dragon was extraordinary, still able to escape from the siege of many top figures.

Lu Shanjun's lightness skill was poor, and he fell into a mountain stream, where he was swept away by the flood. After escaping, he could no longer catch up with him.

"This black dragon might actually have a chance to transform into a dragon!"

Once it enters a major river, it becomes very difficult to confine it.

Lu Shanjun gathered dragon blood, took the torn flesh and skin and wore it. He traveled the world, unafraid of making enemies. A dragon should not be robbed if it wants to transform into a dragon. What kind of dragon is that?

"That should be enough for the young man to have a good meal."

"This dragon skin could be made into a pair of hand guards."

Lu Shanjun was not greedy. The young man taught him how to be a person and accompanied him on his travels. In return, he treated the young man to a meal of dragon meat.

The certain mountain lord never owes anyone a favor.

By this time, the dragon had already gone far away. Those who could keep up were still chasing the flood, while most of those who couldn't had given up, hoping to salvage a few broken dragon scales. Lu Shanjun carried a large piece of dragon skin and meat, as if showing off his spoils, and swaggered past. No one dared to try to snatch it along the way.

The spoils of war, torn alive from the dragon's body, are something no one would dare to covet. They should first consider their own worth.

"No."

"I need to find a superior lightness skill, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with the powerful enemy at all."

Lu Shanjun looked regretful. The dragon had no intention of fighting him to the death, so he couldn't unleash his domineering palm power.

It didn't take long.

The beautiful woman in the black palace dress also returned, carrying several palm-sized pieces of dark black dragon scales in her hand. Her expression was quite solemn. Upon seeing Lord Lu Shan, she said, "Lord Shan."

"The black dragon has already entered the river."

"It looks like it has a good chance of escaping into the sea."

Lu Shanjun nodded slightly and said calmly, "If it wants to transform into a dragon, it must face a calamity."

"We are its calamity."

"What are you afraid of?"

No one who enters this place, whether alive or dead, is innocent; each has their own cause and effect. The most tragic are the ordinary people who are displaced and die tragically when the flood passes through.

What's there to be afraid of?

It is said that a certain mountain king is best suited to fight a dragon. There is a saying, "dragon and tiger fight," which means that sooner or later, dragons and tigers will fight each other.

Although Lu Shanjun has only been in office for a short time, he has already learned to misuse idioms.

It's clear that he learns how to be a good person very quickly.

He also learned a phrase called "dragon's den and tiger's lair," which means that if you can go to the tiger's den today, you can go to the dragon's den tomorrow. It is a kind of praise, praising your great strength.

Lu Shanjun was very pleased with this, and he learned the words related to dragons and tigers very quickly.

Dragon Pool in Dangshan.

When the dragon was born to face the calamity, this place was cleared out. Within a radius of a thousand miles, snakes and insects began to stir restlessly. Not only was there a large white snake exuding venom, but after the torrent in the mountain stream, a huge centipede also appeared. The faces of the martial arts practitioners nearby changed drastically. Those who had antidotes on them quickly swallowed them, while those who didn't grabbed their belongings and ran away.

Snakes, insects, rats, ants, and all sorts of mountain spirits and evil spirits have come.

Before the Dragon Pool, the handsome young man remained calm and composed. Facing the poisonous miasma spewed by the giant white snake, he held his breath, thrust his spear straight forward, and then swept it horizontally, forcing the enormous creature back. He looked at the depths of the Dragon Pool with some regret and sighed, "I'm afraid we can't go down there."

"There are so many snakes down there!"

really.

Within a few breaths, the martial artists who had descended into the Dragon Pool let out a series of shrill screams. Thousands upon thousands of venomous snakes had appeared out of nowhere and swarmed into the pool. Even light-footed skills could not dodge them, and a bite would immediately cause poisoning.

The large white snake, forced back by the boy, seemed to have gained sentience and was very wary of his brute strength.

This person possesses incredible strength!

It reminded it of two people who vied for power during the Qin and Han dynasties: one was born with superhuman strength and could lift a tripod, and the other killed a white snake while drunk; neither of them were easy to deal with.

From the moment it gained spiritual insight, it knew that the white snake should avoid people like this. They're extremely fierce.

"There's another huge snake down there!"

Those江湖人士 (jianghu figures) who went down the river as quickly as they can now run away.

Another large green snake, over ten zhang long, emerged from the Jiaochi. It was also extremely ferocious, somewhat resembling a bamboo viper, but its venom was even more potent than that of the white snake.

Huh?
Are both Xiaobai and Xiaoqing here?
The boy suddenly realized that there were almost more mountain spirits and ghosts than martial arts practitioners nearby. The dragon had made room for a spring of earth vein spiritual energy, and countless demons and ghosts were gathering there.

go!
A 'red poison' mark quietly appeared, but it was a gathering of poisonous mist, as if shrouding the area like miasma.

Staying here too long will poison you to death.

The boy hurriedly searched the corpses, and Fu Jianhan beside him followed suit. The bright-eyed girl held a sword and guarded the body, watching her left and right warily. The two searched more than a dozen corpses. The boy then pulled out a sword manual and casually tossed it to Fu Jianhan, who was not far away.

He was also very skilled at looting corpses. Born a beggar, he had no sect or school and relied on looting to make money while wandering the world. The Sixteen Banners of Bandits in the North were his first pot of gold.

The bright-eyed girl came from the Xuan Yin Sect and had no shortage of gold, silver, or secret techniques. All she wanted was a rare item from the Dragon Pool.

The poisonous miasma grew increasingly dense.

These mountain spirits and monsters seemed to understand human nature, and they actually joined forces to spread poisonous miasma, as if they wanted to drive away these humans first, and then fight them.

A tiger roars.

When Lu Shanjun returned, his expression changed slightly upon seeing the poisonous gas filling the sky. He leaped across the ravine like a tiger, and upon landing, he saw the boy looting the corpse. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Run!"

"The poisonous miasma here is quickly turning into deadly poison!"

Demons have their own way.

Those inflexible and cunning demons have all died out long ago. Those that survived have become increasingly cunning. After the rumor that the fox den had been wiped out, all the fox spirits across the land learned their lesson.

Instead of seeking out chivalrous heroes, they went to find those down-on-their-luck scholars.

These martial arts figures seized treasures from the dragon pool, while the young man peacefully searched their corpses, so everyone gained something and no one left empty-handed.

If the boy had been a little better at agility and lightness of movement, he would have been down there too.

However, when traveling the world, without good agility, there are some places you can't go. Jumping off a cliff is easy, but climbing back up is difficult.

Lu Shanjun was carrying a large piece of dragon meat, which made Fu Jianhan, who was standing next to him, almost drool.

He's never eaten dragon meat in his entire life.

At this moment, a graceful figure swept through the air, and the beautiful woman in palace attire reappeared. She clasped her hands in greeting to Lu Shanjun, and then nodded slightly to the handsome young man. The bright-eyed girl beside her quickly followed, and before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back at the young man.

The master said that if she could recruit him into the Xuan Yin Palace, she would first have the young man help her break through her cultivation level.

According to legend, Su Nu was the sex teacher of the Yellow Emperor.

Although the era is long and some things are hard to trace, and some are even fabricated by later generations, the Nine Methods of the Plain Maiden and the Great Method of the Charming Maiden of the Xuan Yin Palace do have a distinction between primary and secondary. It's just that nowadays there are no figures like the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, so naturally others help them break through their realms.

The Yellow Emperor had three thousand women with him and ascended to heaven on a dragon.

Looking across the entire world, let alone having three thousand women, anyone who can help several members of the Xuan Yin Sect break through to the Innate Realm without being drained dry is considered a first-rate figure in the martial arts world.

This young man is still inexperienced and lacks a solid foundation, so there's no need to rush things.

Humans and demons cannot coexist for long.

Lu Shanjun and the young man have a good relationship, but sooner or later they will part ways in the martial world. Shanjun has a free and easy personality, and she might leave at any time. When that happens, she can step in and use both kindness and force to bring the young man under her command.

But she didn't know if it was just her imagination, but the young man's cultivation had improved in just a few days. The internal energy he had used for his external martial arts training had actually transformed into true qi flowing through his body.

For a martial artist with poor talent, it would take at least twenty or thirty years of hard work, practicing diligently morning, noon, and night, to transform internal energy into true qi.

"Perhaps Lord Lushan gave him some rare and precious treasures," the beautiful woman in palace attire thought to herself.

Lord Lushan possesses a rare fruit, which is a mixture of red fruit and branches. Consuming it can be equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation.

It's not surprising that the boy ate a few more.

At this moment, the handsome young man's movements seemed to have improved. He had become a true "grass-flying" man, his toes touching the grass blades and leaping several feet into the air in an instant. He was no less than a second-rate martial arts master, and his lightness skill was even more proficient than Fu Jianhan's.

Duncan glanced at the projection screen and found that the internal energy bar had shrunk by two-thirds, turning into a light golden bar, transforming from 'internal energy' into 'true qi'.

The meridians within his body, where internal energy once flowed, are now somewhat empty. From his dantian, a more refined true energy is surging forth.

A master of true qi is considered a master in the martial arts world.

What others would spend twenty or thirty years of arduous cultivation, the boy achieved in just a few days. Even if he removed the foundation of his human form, the Vermilion Fruit and Miscellaneous Branches given to him by Lord Lushan were equivalent to more than ten years of hard work for others.

"This young man is truly gifted; his true energy is growing so rapidly."

"If only we could also acquire a superior internal energy cultivation method."

"I'm afraid they'll just fly into the sky and disappear into the earth!"

Lu Shanjun was also secretly alarmed, and even had the intention to compete, but not now, but when the two of them entered the Dao.

Fu Jianhan's mouth watered as he looked at the dragon meat, but after leaping onto the cliff, he bid farewell and left.

It's just dragon meat.

If he can attain enlightenment in the future, he can go and slay a dragon himself.

Just as the young man was about to speak to persuade him to stay, Fu Jianhan had already gathered his energy and leaped away, covering dozens of feet. The young man cupped his hands and said, "Brother Fu, please wait."

Fu Jianhan picked up the wine jug and took a big gulp to satisfy his craving, then laughed and said, "We'll meet again if fate allows."

"Farewell!"

After saying that, the figure had already landed at the foot of the mountain.

The boy sighed. Lu Shanjun observed his expression and asked, "Is it because this person helped you before, and you haven't repaid the favor yet?"

If Fu Jianhan hadn't intervened, the young man might not have been able to withstand more than a few moves from the Jade-Faced Lady.

The boy nodded and said calmly, "I don't like owing favors to others."

Lu Shanjun praised, "I am the same."

The two had similar temperaments. Fu Jianhan came and went as he pleased, like a wanderer, not even giving them a chance to stay and have a meal of dragon meat.

Looking at this man from afar, Lu Shanjun praised him, saying, "This man's swordsmanship is profound."

"Has the heart of a child."

"He will probably be a prominent figure in the future."

The young man nodded.

The two descended the mountain. Since the dragon had already fled, there was no need to worry about the snakes, insects, rats, and ants in this place anymore. Unless there was an extraordinary opportunity, the next dragon would not appear for another hundred years.

The young man displayed his culinary skills, stewing a pot of dragon meat at the foot of the mountain, and he and Lord Lushan enjoyed the meal together.

These are the spoils of Lu Shanjun's hunt. If the young man had obtained them, he could have given some directly to Fu Jianhan as a way of repaying the favor he had done for helping him.

However, one should not be generous with other people's money. The rare and precious materials that one has risked one's life to obtain should be given away as a favor to Lord Lushan. If he asks the young man to stay, it is also to share his share of dragon flesh and blood.

Fu Jianhan understood this principle, which is why he left directly.

Born a beggar, he possessed an inherent pride.

The black dragon fled into the great river, and although it was not yet dead, its flesh and scales were taken by the crowd, either eaten or refined, which was quite in line with the turbulent world.

Eat dragon meat, drink dragon blood, and refine true essence.

The great river flows eastward.

Deep within the mighty river, only a wounded black dragon remained, barely clinging to life. It hid in the riverbed silt using a secret technique, resembling a large black earthworm.

It failed to transform into a dragon and was unable to borrow the flood peak to enter the sea, but it did not die. It was left with only a surviving body, which was already crippled.

"Those who have taken my flesh, scales, and claws today, I will avenge!"

Since this world cannot accommodate its transformation into a dragon, it can only enter the demonic path, accumulating karmic burdens to sneak through the Dragon Gate and become a wicked dragon in the world.

If you follow the righteous path and uphold the true Dharma, there may not be a place for you in the world.

However, once one cultivates demonic arts, practices evil magic, steals, robs, or plunders, and disregards rules, opportunities increase.

The black dragon opened its mouth, bit off half of the dragon pearl, and swallowed it. The surrounding atmosphere gradually became deathly. After an unknown amount of time, a pair of huge dragon eyes opened. The eyeballs were as if they had melted, and the blackness was like the bottom of the abyss.

Blood and filth filled the riverbed.

All the fish and shrimp around were poisoned to death. The black dragon shed its dragon skin and scales, and like an eel, it burrowed directly into the place where evil energy gathered in the river. Its body was extremely fragile at the moment, but as long as it survived this calamity, it would be the beginning of its journey to cross the Dragon Gate and condense a body that was half dragon and half dragon.

When the true dragon is born in the future, there will be an opportunity to seize its fortune.

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(End of this chapter)