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Chapter 342 A Master's Pen Creates Dragons, Mountains Remain Unfazed by Dust

Above the Yunhe Mountains, Chen Xu finished the final stroke of the entire mountain and river system map!
Wen Daoyuan focused all his attention and made thorough preparations.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar was heard.

hold head high--

The resounding dragon roar was like the first cry of the rising sun, instantly piercing through the entire dark sky.

The next moment, the starlight in the sky shifted, and a red sun burst forth!

Its daybreak.

The dragon's roar was more than just "like" the first cry of the rising sun.
It was clearly a sign that the clouds had parted and the sun had risen, causing the night to dissipate and the daylight to break.

But the brightness of the daylight did not bring life to the northern frontier.

Because what northern Xinjiang lacks is never sunshine, but rain!

"Oh oh oh-"

In the vast expanse of the earth, a rooster, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, began to crow at the sky.

The high-pitched cry, like the dragon's roar on Chen Xu's paper, soared straight into the sky.

As Chen Xu finished the last stroke, whether it was the impact of the rooster crowing or the mental strain of drawing the landscape, his inner energy suddenly stirred as he put pen to paper.

Within the sea of ​​knowledge, waves rise in the sea of ​​literature.

Within the dantian meridians, true qi surges forth like dragons and snakes.

Chen Xu felt a ringing in his ears, and the next moment, he felt a metallic taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wen Daoyuan was immediately shocked and angry, and said:

"Oh no, it's the Crimson Feathered Sky-Burning Demon! I can't fight it right now. Fellow Daoist Chen, can you still hold on? We need to return to Tiannan Dao immediately. You go and rest, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xu waved his hand and took out a small jade bottle, collecting all the blood he had spat out into it with extremely swift and skillful movements.

Many tiny droplets of blood mist dispersed, threatening to land on the cloud boat or on Chen Xu himself.

Chen Xu raised two fingers together and used the Spirit Control Technique to draw all the blood mist into the jade bottle.

Wen Daoyuan was momentarily stunned.

What an incredibly stingy practice!
After collecting his blood, Chen Xu took out a small bamboo tube filled with a whole tube of green needle grass soup.

This was a miraculous healing item, which Chen Xu picked up and drank in one gulp.

In fact, even without drinking the Jade Needle Grass Soup, Chen Xu's self-healing ability at the Golden Core stage, coupled with his miraculous innate true essence, would have allowed him to quickly heal the minor injury he had just sustained.

However, such self-healing ability seems a bit too astonishing.

So Chen Xu symbolically drank a tube of herbal medicine.

He then asked Wen Daoyuan, "Master Wen, this is a soup made from emerald needle grass, an excellent remedy for injuries. Would you like to use it?"

Wen Daoyuan: "..."

What kind of injury is being treated?

He wasn't injured!
No, that's not right. Chen Xu's ability to quickly heal his injuries with medicine is a great thing. This is clearly not the time to get bogged down in these trivial details.

Wen Daoyuan raised his writing brush and wrote the characters "隐" (hidden) and "风" (wind) out of thin air.

He chanted, "The wind is the breath of heaven and earth, flowing freely and swiftly!"

As these words were spoken, the cloud boat suddenly accelerated.

It was as if it had transformed into a ray of light under the sunlight, and for a moment it was impossible to tell whether the light was chasing the cloud boat or the cloud boat was chasing the light.

The huge landscape map that Chen Xu had just finished drawing was now floating beside him.

Its surface shimmered with golden light, clearly indicating that some earth-shattering and enormous change was brewing.

Wen Daoyuan could sense the rapid changes in the energy within, and to be honest, he was about to lose control of the word "hidden" that he had written.

The secrets of heaven are obscured, so how can one act lightly?

This was also one of the main reasons why Wen Daoyuan was rushing back to the Seven Prefectures of Tiannan. Wen Daoyuan already had a vague idea in his mind; he guessed that this picture might attract golden flames into the sky!

At that time, this drawing will no longer be just a simple drawing.

It is possible that it will transform itself into a literary and spiritual treasure.

However, the Crimson Feathered Sky-Burning Demon was relentlessly pursuing the cloud boat.

"Oh oh oh-"

All that could be heard was the rooster crowing, each crow closer than the last.

Wen Daoyuan could traverse the north and south overnight, and his cloud boat could even chase the light. However, the Crimson Feather Burning Sky Demon, hidden in the northern frontier, seemed to be able to surpass Wen Daoyuan in terms of speed.

Wen Daoyuan dared not be negligent.

He was not afraid of the Crimson Feathered Sky-Burning Demon, but if this demon caught up with him, Wen Daoyuan could not afford to waste any more time.

While he was thinking, Wen Daoyuan raised his hand and took a sachet from his waist.

He threw the sachet down from the sky, whoosh!
Immediately afterwards, a mournful cry was heard, and the sachet fell, bringing with it endless mist.

"Ooh ooh ooh! Cough cough cough..."

The Crimson Feathered Sky-Burning Demon was so choked by the fragrant mist from the sachet that it lost its bearings, its wings tilting precariously, and it was clear that it was too late to catch up.

Wen Daoyuan was not pleased, but he still chuckled softly on the cloud boat:
"This beast is indeed a beast. I used this Spirit Mist Eight Treasures Pouch to drive it away, and the beast didn't know how to deal with it."

He spoke of it casually, but in reality, that Spirit Mist Eight Treasures Pouch was no ordinary object.

Chen Xu watched as the inscriptions on the sachet flew further and further away, the inscriptions filled with explanations.

The sachets are filled with various spices, such as "East China Sea Blood Fragrance," "Millennial Cinnabar Powder," and "Ten Thousand Year Pine Pollen," each one of which is extraordinary.

Such rare treasures could only be given away by a great scholar without feeling any regret.

Chen Xu thought Wen Daoyuan wasn't heartbroken, but in reality, although Wen Daoyuan smiled lightly, his heart was aching terribly.

Even the great Confucian scholar's family had no surplus grain.

The spices in this sachet took him ten years to prepare.

If it weren't for such a spiritual object, how could it have made the Crimson Feathered Sky-Burning Demon so enticing that it even forgot to pursue it?

Wen Daoyuan did not have a second such precious sachet on hand. If another great demon came, he was afraid he would have nothing good left to throw at it.

The cloud boat accelerated once more, and Wen Daoyuan hoped that there would be no more obstacles ahead.

However, as the saying goes, good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly.

Whether "fortune" will come in pairs is hard to say for Wen Daoyuan at this moment.

But misfortune never comes singly.

As the cloud boat flew, a sharp whistling sound came from ahead.

"Woo——"

Those are wolves!
Wen Daoyuan's expression darkened slightly as he said, "It is the Sun-Chasing Wolf King blocking the road. Chen Xu, I will deal with this wolf. You may fly south on your own with the cloud boat."

This time, Wen Daoyuan actually planned to cover the rear while Chen Xu went ahead.

Chen Xu was about to speak: "Master Wen..."

Wen Daoyuan interrupted him: "Don't be so wishy-washy, and don't worry about me. I can easily subdue this mere wolf! But we can't let this wolf delay our return to the Southern Frontier."

Chen Xu, you go first.

Your landscape painting should ideally undergo its transformation over southern Xinjiang.

"I will arrive promptly then, borrow your precious map, and oversee the South-to-North Water Diversion Project."

He spoke extremely quickly, giving Chen Xu no time or opportunity to speak.

So Chen Xu could no longer argue, and could only reach into his sleeve, suddenly pull out something, and throw it downwards.

(End of this chapter)