Chapter 146 - 98: The True Flood Dragon Transformation is Complete! Golden Skin and Golden Bones, Impervious to Mortal Weapons! What a Grand Gift for Ancestral Master Ji

Chapter 146: Chapter 98: The True Flood Dragon Transformation is Complete! Golden Skin and Golden Bones, Impervious to Mortal Weapons! What a Grand Gift for Ancestral Master Ji

That was what Ji Xiu had originally planned.

But before he could put on a bold front to intimidate this young master from a Grand Lineage, and then whisk away the mysterious Dragon Maiden Bai Shuo and Clam Maiden Qingtuan...

A Swordsman in a Yin Yang Daoist Robe suddenly leaped onto the deck like a shooting star, his Gang Qi overflowing!

And then there was the young female sword wielder, whose Sleeve Sword, with just a hint of its edge revealed, sent a chill of dread through Ji Xiu’s heart!

Just as he was wondering who in the world these people were, who had suddenly appeared from the crowd...

A middle-aged Daoist emerged from the ship’s cabin. He wore a Daoist robe, his sleeves billowing, and as Ji Xiu looked up, he sensed a Divine Soul as solid as the great sun—a sign of incredibly profound Dao Skill attainments.

The man strode out, flamboyant and undisguised. The moment he appeared, he awed the entire scene with his Divine Soul, his presence utterly overwhelming!

But then, the Daoist’s eyes locked onto him. Ji Xiu’s heart pounded, his palms grew sweaty, and he felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

And what the Daoist said next was so shocking it left him utterly stunned.

’Wait a minute.’

’Ancestral Master Ji?’

’Me?’

Before Ji Xiu could even process this, he saw Fan Nansong leap up from the cabin. Under Ji Xiu’s watchful eyes, Fan Nansong’s Divine Thought solidified, leaving his body in broad daylight and crossing a distance of dozens of yards...

It then condensed into a giant hand. With a single slap, it sent Huang Xiuwen—his expression twisted in shock—flying into the river by the dock, teeth and blood spraying from his mouth.

SPLASH!

"Seventh Young Master!"

The old servant beside Huang Xiuwen hunched his back like an old ape. A Treasure Robe materialized over him as he stared deathly at the sudden appearance of the Flying Immortal Temple Master, Fan Nansong.

But when he registered that his master was in the water, a look of utter horror appeared on his aged face, leaving him with only a single thought—

’How did he do that?’

’A Qi Cultivation Grandmaster opens Divine Acupoints in their physical body, allowing Qi Essence to generate on its own. From that point, their Martial Dao can be considered a Divine Technique. But even that has form, a trail you can follow. But this...’

’...once the Divine Soul is cultivated...’

’A mere flicker of a thought, and the attack lands without any warning!’

’It defies all logic!’

Seeing the "I’ve just seen a ghost" look on the old servant’s face, the Flying Immortal Temple Master sneered.

"You’ve achieved Great Success in the Three Refinements of Flesh, Bone, and Skin and can even don an Immortal Robe, yet you can’t perceive the slightest hint of a higher realm or its subtleties. No wonder you’re doomed to be nothing more than a house guard for your entire life."

"Your master’s already gone for a swim. Why don’t you join him!"

With a flick of his wide sleeve, he swept his palm out.

And just like that, the expert Martial Artist—a man whose skill was on par with Elder Liang, Lord Zhao the County Magistrate of Anning County’s own attendant, and who had mastered the Power Barrier—was knocked into the river like a drowned rat.

Ji Xiu found it all unbelievable.

’Where did this Dao Skill expert come from?’

An ordinary Martial Artist would be completely unable to grasp the Profound Mystery behind such a technique!

Only Ji Xiu, having achieved Script Recognition and Locket Granting, could perceive a hint of what was happening.

The invisible hand, striking from dozens of yards away, was nothing less than the manifestation of the Daoist’s thoughts—so brilliant and solid they were too dazzling to look at directly.

It was far more profound than the two of the Three Daoist Art Realms he knew: Script Recognition and Locket Granting, and Qi Nourishing and Grain Avoidance.

’He called me Ancestral Master Ji. This Daoist is either out of his mind, or...’

Ji Xiu watched the Flying Immortal Temple Master effortlessly swat the Medicine Shop master and servant aside. His mind was racing, and then he remembered the origin of the Luminous Seal Visualization Map he practiced...

A sudden realization struck him, and he mentally slapped his forehead.

’That’s it!’

’The technique I practice is the Ten Thousand Laws Dao Seal Visualization Map, which my little sister recorded and Miss Jiang Li deciphered. I heard it’s a secret art of Foundation Establishment that isn’t passed down, containing a full Eight Hundred Dao Seals that are incredibly difficult to comprehend and master.’

’This Daoist from Jiangyin Prefecture is a master of Dao Skills, yet he’s all excited, publicly elevating me to such a high status and even calling me Ancestral Master.’

’He’s... almost certainly got the wrong person.’

A complex look crossed Ji Xiu’s face. He remembered how Ji Wei had once told him, with great uncertainty, that there might be many of her "disciples and grand-disciples" outside of Anning County who would one day come looking for her.

At the time, Ji Xiu hadn’t paid it any mind and had forgotten about it almost immediately.

But now...

It seemed that was exactly what was happening.

However...

Fan Nansong paid it no mind.

He glanced at Xu Li, the Qi Dao Pill Master and Tributor to the Huang Family’s Medicine Shop, who had emerged from the cabin after hearing the commotion, and just snorted.

"Seeing as Lord Tao hitched a ride on your boat, I’ve taught your masters’ worthless brat a small lesson as a warning."

"If he falls into Lord Tao’s hands again..."

The Flying Immortal Temple Master huffed, the threat in his tone unmistakable.

Then, he turned to Ji Xiu, his entire demeanor changing in an instant. He rubbed his hands together, his face now a mask of friendliness.

"Ancestral Master, this humble Daoist is Fan Nansong, from a minor branch of a Side Sect under your honored master. I happened to hear you were staying in Anning County, so I rushed here at once. It’s a good thing I arrived in time, or else..."

He waved his sleeve and sneered, glancing at the Huang Family master and servant, who were now clambering back onto the deck like drowned rats, their faces flushed with rage and humiliation.

"Just any riffraff thinks they can bully our lineage now?"

"Xiaoyuzi, come over!"

Fan Nansong waved sharply at the young Daoist behind him, who was holding a Duster.

"What are you waiting for? Come and pay your respects to Ancestral Master Ji!"

The young Daoist, dressed in the yellow robes of Flying Immortal Temple and holding the Duster, couldn’t quite keep a straight face upon hearing this. He thought of his own prestigious background in the prefecture, his reputation as a rare young talent, he was...

WHAP!

Before the jumbled thoughts in his mind could even settle...

A large, fan-like hand slapped down. Fan Nansong grabbed him by the ear, dragged him forward, and glared.

"Your mind is a mess! What nonsense are you thinking about now?"

"How are you ever going to improve with an attitude like that? Honestly!"