Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 143 Deja Vu
The sky was overcast, and Jiang Chen walked in the rain. After killing Gao Siyuan, he did not rush back to Muyu Island, but instead returned to the place where Gao Siyuan fought with the Mist Dragon.

"They've already left..."

Carefully observing the surging waves of the river, Jiang Chen fell into deep thought.

Soon after, the two old men, one black and one white, arrived with their men after receiving the news.

“That monster was injured before, so it should have left some traces. Take some people and track it down to see if you can find its lair.”

"In addition, there may be a magical artifact left in this area, so you should keep an eye out for it when you search."

Jiang Chen glanced at everyone and gave the order.

Based on Gao Siyuan's previous encounter with the Mist Dragon and the search of Gao Siyuan's soul, he has confirmed that the Mist Dragon has no intelligence and is like a wild beast. This is why he is now having people search for it. If the Mist Dragon truly has considerable intelligence, doing so would not only be useless, but might also be courting death.

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed in agreement.

"Hopefully, it will have a good result."

The drizzle was like needles, the river surface was hazy, and Jiang Chen looked into the distance with a hint of anticipation in his heart.

Even now, his killing methods mainly rely on that unconventional swordsmanship. With the support of powerful soul energy, this swordsmanship does indeed exert considerable power in his hands, but it is ultimately too weak. His true killing move is actually only the Crane's Cry in the Nine Heavens.

Once this move fails, the so-called swordsmanship becomes pale and powerless, only good for bullying the weak, and basically useless against the truly strong. To make up for this deficiency, besides further improving the sword technique, the most direct method is to forge a suitable demon skin.

As long as he has a suitable demon skin, he can unleash the mysteries of the Lesser Formless Scripture and immediately gain powerful combat strength. For now, this mist dragon, which has no intelligence but only strength, is his best choice.

Under such circumstances, he naturally did not want to give up.

And so, after three days of continuous rain and clear skies, the two old men, one black and one white, finally brought a magical artifact to Jiang Chen.

"Sir, this is what we found on the path that monster took when we were tracking it. It must have fallen off its body."

With a respectful expression, the old man presented the magical artifact to Jiang Chen; it was none other than Gao Siyuan's superior-grade magical artifact, the Green Serpent Whip.

Jiang Chen took the Green Snake Whip, played with it casually for a moment, and then put it into his storage bag without looking at it much.

Although a high-grade magic artifact is precious, he is more concerned about the mist dragon right now.

"Have you found the monster's lair yet?"

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the old man, and he asked a question.

Upon hearing this, the two old men, one in black and one in white, exchanged a glance, and a hint of shame appeared on their faces.

"Reporting to the sect leader, neither of us found the monster's lair. After being injured, the monster did leave many traces in the river, but after we tracked it downstream, all the traces disappeared. We searched there for a long time but couldn't find any trace of the monster. Further downstream, there were no traces left by the monster either. It seems to have vanished."

Lowering their gazes, the two old men, one in black and one in white, dared not meet Jiang Chen's eyes directly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned.

Did it simply vanish into thin air?

Looking downstream, Jiang Chen fell into deep thought. The mist dragon had no intelligence and would most likely not actively conceal its traces. It was quite strange that it had disappeared. Even if the river water washed it away, the Black and White Elders should have been able to find no trace of it at all.

As Jiang Chen fell into deep thought, the surroundings fell silent. No one dared to make a sound, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Just then, it started raining again, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

"Take me to see it."

Pulling himself back to reality, Jiang Chen felt something was amiss and decided to go and check it out himself.

Upon hearing this, the two old men, one black and one white, silently agreed. After Jiang Chen left, the Taiping Sect disciples who were left behind all breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, they felt that Jiang Chen possessed a strange power that could influence people's hearts with his every move.

With the two old men, one black and one white, leading the way, Jiang Chen arrived at the place where the mist dragon had disappeared in no time.

With his senses fully activated, Jiang Chen dived into the river several times to investigate, only to return empty-handed each time. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper; he had thoroughly explored the area but found nothing amiss.

"Could it be that the Mist Dragon has really disappeared?"

Having confirmed that nothing had been missed, Jiang Chen's thoughts drifted away. Just then, the rain in the sky intensified. Seeing Jiang Chen like this, the two old men, Hei and Bai, dared not disturb him and could only wait silently by his side.

Time passed, the rain poured down, and the river became increasingly turbulent. At a certain moment, accompanied by a thunderclap, Jiang Chen abruptly pulled himself back to his senses.

"Wait, this scene seems familiar..."

After surveying the surrounding scenery and glancing at the now murky river water, Jiang Chen realized something and dived back into the river.

“That’s right, I have indeed seen this scene before, in the memories of the Third Leader, Zhao Meng…”

Beneath the river's surface, the undercurrents surged, confirming Jiang Chen's suspicions.

His first bag of spirit sand was offered by Zhao Meng, the former third leader of the bandits in Dangjiang. Zhao Meng obtained this bag of spirit sand from Zhao Meng when he accidentally fell into the water during a rainstorm, was swept away by the undercurrent in the river, and stumbled into a strange place.

After taking power, Jiang Chen tried to find this strange place, but because Zhao Meng's memory was too vague and there were no distinctive features, he was unable to find it.

"If this is truly the place Zhao Meng remembers, then..."

As the thoughts collided, Jiang Chen turned his gaze to the undercurrents at the bottom of the river. These undercurrents did not exist before the storm.

With a whoosh, he transformed his energy into threads, penetrating deep into the dark current. Jiang Chen pushed his perception to its limit, and gradually, he noticed something unusual.

"These undercurrents may seem ordinary, but their movement unintentionally forms an array that conceals one's presence. Beneath these undercurrents lies a hidden world..."

Having discerned the profound mysteries of the undercurrents, Jiang Chen gained a sudden understanding.

"The Mist Dragon hasn't disappeared; it's right here..."

Sensing through the undercurrents, Jiang Chen caught a faint trace of a dragon's aura. A strange light flashed in his eyes; he knew he had found his target.

Realizing this, without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Chen immediately withdrew his senses.

Although the mist dragon lacks intelligence, its combat strength is not weak. Rashly going to it would not be a wise choice; Gao Siyuan is the best example of this.

"We've found the fish's nest; now it's time to bait the hook and fish."

With a sudden thought, Jiang Chen glanced once more at the location of the undercurrent, then turned and left the riverbed.

(End of this chapter)