Chapter 582 - 564: Silent Mockery, Gifting You a Two-headed Spirit Flood Dragon

Walking a bird requires a bit of skill, or else the bird ends up walking you. This is even more true for walking a Flood Dragon—one careless moment, and you’ll be devoured.

Right now, Yang Chan was doing just that—walking the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon. He didn’t get too close, but he didn’t stray too far, giving the creature a chance to approach without ever letting it get *too* near.

Whenever it unleashed its flames, he would swiftly retreat and simply stare at the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, making no move to attack. He just watched.

The Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon’s rage, however, continued to build. This silent mockery was the most infuriating of all. It was already pushing its very core to the limit, desperate to kill Yang Chan.

Although it was a creature born of the void, to the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, it was a real living being. Or rather, it *believed* it was real, not some illusory thing.

As for this little bug, Yang Chan, the beast wanted to devour him. The Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon instinctively sensed that consuming him would bring it an incredible boon.

"ROAR!"

The Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon’s aura was growing fainter, yet its Spirit was soaring. It had noticed the person before it heading toward the volcano’s crater, and the sight filled it with excitement.

The volcano was its true battlefield, a place where it could absorb Fire Attribute Primordial Qi at an accelerated rate. This prospect made the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon increasingly thrilled, its visible exhaustion doing nothing to dampen its spirits.

As he continued to lead the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon on, Yang Chan naturally noticed the change in its demeanor.

’It seemed ready to give up earlier. If this area weren’t a Trial Land and it hadn’t been given a mission imprinted on its very instincts, it probably would have fled long ago. This sudden change is most likely because we’re approaching the volcano’s crater.’

"Is it time?"

Yang Chan asked the Black Dragon inside the Profound Yin Hanging Bead.

’There’s something off about the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, so of course I won’t get any closer; its strange behavior could spell danger for me. If push comes to shove, I’ll just kill it and forget about the Fire-Attribute Spiritual Materials inside. My safety is far more important than any Spiritual Materials.’

"The location is perfect, Master. I’ll head over now. Just don’t stray too far from here, or I’ll be forcibly pulled back into the Profound Yin Hanging Bead. I won’t be able to get out again for a while if that happens!"

The Black Dragon nodded and added a word of caution.

If he were forcibly dragged back, it would be treated as an escape attempt. He’d be thrown into solitary, and the Profound Yin Hanging Bead might even absorb the power his Soul Body had recovered.

That was why he gave the warning.

He had no desire to be put in confinement.

"Alright. When you go in, be observant. This Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon is too agitated; there might be something else going on. It pays to be careful. We don’t want to get tripped up by some simple mistake,"

Yang Chan cautioned.

’This is my ace in the hole here in the Purple Void Secret Realm. He’s only just started to be useful; I can’t lose him now. If the Black Dragon’s Soul Body is destroyed on this volcano, it would take him months to recover. The loss would far outweigh any gain. Even if the Black Dragon has to go into hibernation, it’s better if it happens after I leave the Purple Void Secret Realm. By then, I’ll be safely back in the Cyan Yuan Sect, where things are much more secure.’

"Don’t worry, Master!"

As the Black Dragon spoke, it flew directly out of the Profound Yin Hanging Bead and quickly vanished.

The previously excited Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, however, trembled and suddenly hesitated to approach, for it had sensed the aura of the Dragon Race.

The Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon possessed the bloodline of the Dragon Race, so it was naturally sensitive to their aura—this was true even though the Black Dragon was only a Soul Body.

This was bloodline suppression. The beast wavered at first, but once the Black Dragon vanished and the oppressive feeling was gone, a ferocious look crossed its face. Wreathed in flames, it lunged toward Yang Chan.

Its instinct now was to kill him with a single bite and then flee.

’Just as I suspected, something’s wrong. It seems real, but it’s actually just had an intention implanted into it—it only knows to kill the person undergoing the trial!’

Yang Chan hadn’t missed the momentary suppression caused by the Black Dragon’s aura. A normal creature would have been scared off long ago. Bloodline suppression was an incredibly powerful force; no creature would dare to even think of resisting.

Yet the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon before him had been different. It was only afraid for an instant. Shortly after the Black Dragon vanished, it returned to normal and resumed its attack on Yang Chan.

To so quickly forget that instinctual fear was not the normal instinctive Reaction of a living creature.

Even a fish, with its notoriously short memory, would flee from danger and not dare to approach again for some time.

’Illusion and Reality Transformation... In the end, it’s not truly real. The Solitary Void Trial Array and its creators, those Great Divine Power Users, aren’t gods. They can’t create true life! Creating things from the void... ultimately, they’re just imitations!’

Through the Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon, Yang Chan glimpsed some of the fundamental nature of this Grand Array.

He had studied the array before and had already reached some conclusions.

’I’ve overestimated this place. Of course, these techniques are still incredibly powerful to me now. But one day, I’ll be able to do the same, and even better.’

"Hey friend, you’re pretty good at walking that dragon! How about you take another?"

"Consider this Two-headed Spirit Flood Dragon a gift!"

A voice called out from the distance. Someone was running toward him, a Two-headed Spirit Flood Dragon hot on their heels.

The person looked rather pathetic, caught in the Two-headed Spirit Flood Dragon’s assault.

And now, he was clearly trying to lead the trouble straight to Yang Chan.

"No need for such courtesy, Saint Son of the Purple Mansion Sacred Land. Why don’t I give you this Single-Horned Fire Spirit Flood Dragon instead!"

Yang Chan’s expression remained unchanged upon hearing this.

He hadn’t been sure of everyone’s identity before, but he’d gleaned who a few of them were from their conversations.

Among them was this particular Saint Son from the Purple Mansion Sacred Land. The memory of how this treacherous, Old Six Level Saint Son had backstabbed the Saint Son of the Celestial Sword Sect was still fresh in his mind.

’Because of him, the Celestial Sword Sect’s Saint Son was left in a terrible state. I wonder if he’s even made it to this level of the trial. And now, the guy’s trying to pull the same old trick, this time targeting me. Just as I thought. The more people there are, the more trouble there is. Especially when they’re all a bunch of schemers. They’re the hardest to deal with.’

Instead of retreating, Yang Chan moved closer to the Purple Mansion Saint Son. Now he could see the Saint Son’s face clearly—he wore a vicious smile, his gaze on Yang Chan filled with mockery.

"Don’t be so formal, my friend. I, the Saint Son, am a charitable person. I’ll gift you this Two-headed Spirit Flood Dragon. I’m sure you’ll be delighted!"

The Purple Mansion Saint Son suddenly accelerated. He struck out in front of Yang Chan, directly cutting off his path of retreat and preventing a swift escape.

Once he was trapped, Yang Chan would have no choice but to engage the Two-headed Spirit Flood Dragon. It would lock onto him with its aggro, and the Saint Son could then pass this trial with ease.

Why risk his own neck killing the Flood Dragon when he could just pass the danger on to someone else? This was the Purple Mansion Saint Son’s signature move. He was just pulling it again, this time on a new victim.