Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 141: While He's Sick

"Green Serpent Whip, Qi Refining Mastery, Gao Family Head..."

In the shadows, watching Gao Siyuan's disheveled escape, a dark light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

The Taiping Sect has a deep entanglement with the Gao family. Long ago, he obtained some information about the Gao family through the Lu family. The Lu family was very generous with this information. Because of this, although he had never met Gao Siyuan, he still had some understanding of Gao Siyuan's situation. Most importantly, the green snake whip was almost a symbol of Gao family cultivators.

"As the head of the Gao family, he wouldn't come to Qinghe County without a reason. And the news of the dragon's appearance shouldn't have really spread yet, otherwise he wouldn't have come alone."

"There's a strong possibility that he came here for the Taiping Sect, or rather, for me. Could it be that he knows something?"

As his thoughts raced, Jiang Chen pondered the reason why Gao Siyuan had come to Qinghe County. If he hadn't met him today, he would never have known that Gao Siyuan had actually arrived in Qinghe County. Clearly, the other party had deliberately concealed his whereabouts, and such actions must have been for some purpose.

“The mist dragon is provoked and not easy to approach at this time. Moreover, compared to the mist dragon, Gao Siyuan is actually more important to me right now.”

"If that's the case, then..."

A flash of murderous intent crossed his mind, but without hesitation, he took off on the wind and caught up with Gao Siyuan from afar.

The mist emitted by the mist dragon has the ability to isolate the inside from the outside and suppress the perception of cultivators. While inside, Gao Siyuan did not notice his presence, but standing outside, Jiang Chen, with his powerful perception, was able to detect Gao Siyuan's presence.

In particular, Gao Siyuan's several fierce battles with the mist dragon stirred up the mist, allowing him to capture more of its energy. At this moment, he was quite certain that Gao Siyuan was seriously injured, which was a very rare opportunity.

"This time we must keep Gao Siyuan here, even if it comes at a price."

With a thought in mind, Jiang Chen silently donned the Iron Corpse Skin and Human Skin, causing the Corpse Daoist to reappear in the world. Then, with a pat on his storage bag, the White Bone Sword left behind by the Gray Bone Daoist appeared in his hand.

"Even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although Gao Siyuan is seriously injured and his strength is greatly reduced, he should not be underestimated. We must be willing to sacrifice him when necessary..."

Without rushing, Jiang Chen followed at a distance, continuously injecting wisps of Blood Fiend True Flame into the White Bone Magic Sword. The Blood Fiend True Flame contains the power of Blood Fiend, which can corrode magic weapons. To some extent, it can hide inside a magic weapon for a short time, but the price is that the magic weapon will soon be destroyed.

However, as long as he could achieve his goal, a mid-grade magic weapon was not something Jiang Chen couldn't give up.

Although the safest course of action for him would actually be to wait until he had mastered Qi cultivation, at which point dealing with Gao Siyuan would be virtually risk-free, time was of the essence. He had long understood that the world did not revolve around him alone.

He was willing to wait, but Gao Siyuan might not. He wasn't sure if Gao Siyuan would immediately attack the Taiping Sect or him once he recovered from his injuries. The fact that Gao Siyuan had secretly come to Qinghe County this time meant that Gao Siyuan already had some kind of intention, which was very dangerous.

Rather than that, it's better to strike while the iron is hot and kill him. With his soul at the peak of the first level, he is confident that he can kill Gao Siyuan, a Qi Refining cultivator who is seriously injured.

Time passed, and after an unknown amount of time, Gao Siyuan, who was traveling with the help of the talisman, could no longer hold on. Like a bird with a broken wing, he fell from the sky and landed in a mountain forest.

With a thud, barely managing to steady himself, his face frosty and chilling to the bone, Gao Siyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a crack, blood fell to the ground, its chill spreading and instantly freezing into ice.

Seeing this scene, Gao Siyuan's face turned extremely ugly. He never expected that his momentary greed would lead him to this point.

"With the dragon's might, that mist dragon is not an ordinary mixed-blood dragon; it is very likely a pure-blooded one..." Recalling the mist dragon's performance, Gao Siyuan knew that his defeat was not unjust.

The demon race values ​​bloodline. Different dragons are not the same. Besides species, the most important difference is bloodline: mixed blood versus pure blood. Generally speaking, if a mixed-blood dragon grows up smoothly, it has a good chance of establishing a foundation for the Dao, but it will be very difficult to go further.

Pure-blooded dragons are different. They have a considerable chance to go further and their potential is much higher than that of mixed-blooded dragons. At the same time, they also possess the dragon's might that only true dragons have. If they have enough opportunities, they may be able to transform into true dragons. In fact, a very small number of pure-blooded dragons of different species have the combat power to fight true dragons.

"The pure-blooded dragon has a powerful bloodline. If that mist dragon hadn't been mentally deficient, I would never have been able to escape alive. I never imagined that a dragon would actually emerge in this small Qinghe County, and it would be a pure-blooded dragon."

"Although this time was dangerous, it wasn't without its rewards. The appearance of the pure-blooded dragon is indeed a huge opportunity for the Gao family. If we can slay this dragon, then..."

With greed still lingering in his heart, Gao Siyuan meticulously planned his next move.

If it were a normal pure-blooded dragon, he would naturally go around it. Such a monster, not to mention him, even a Qi Refining Perfection cultivator would have no way to deal with it. But if this pure-blooded dragon has no intelligence and is like a wild beast, then it's a different story.

With proper preparation and a sufficient number of people, it's not impossible to kill them.

Just as Gao Siyuan was deep in thought, a chill lurking within him burst forth, interrupting his thoughts.

"The injury must be suppressed as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be dire..."

With a pale blue complexion, sensing his own condition, Gao Siyuan took out dozens of vine seeds and scattered them around him as a simple form of protection.

After doing all this, he swallowed a pill and immediately sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing, circulating his true energy to wash away the bone-deep chill.

Time passed silently, and just as Gao Siyuan was expending a lot of true energy to initially suppress the cold energy in his body, a sword light suddenly slashed from afar.

"Who are you, you scoundrel..."

Sensing danger, and disregarding the still-lingering chill, Gao Siyuan quickly activated his magic, summoning a vine to protect himself.

With a whoosh, the sword flashed, sometimes thrusting, sometimes stabbing, sometimes horizontal, sometimes vertical, constantly severing the vines, its sharp edge aimed directly at Gao Siyuan.

Upon seeing this scene, Gao Siyuan's inner energy surged, causing the vines to regenerate and transform, weaving into a net that directly enveloped the sword light. At this moment, the sword light was no longer as agile and sharp as before, resembling a fish caught in a net.

Upon seeing this, Gao Siyuan let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, you'll have to see how sharp your sword is."

With a chilling gaze, Gao Siyuan spotted the attacker in the distance.

Severely injured, his perception of the outside world inevitably declined, and unexpectedly, someone actually set their sights on him at this time.

(End of this chapter)