Chapter 231 - 126: Riding the Flood Dragon Above the Sea, One Arrow Fells the Fishing Trade’s Sacrificial Flag

Chapter 231: Chapter 126: Riding the Flood Dragon Above the Sea, One Arrow Fells the Fishing Trade’s Sacrificial Flag

"Master, save me! Oh, Master!"

Caught in a powerful grip, Huang Chan’s heart filled with fear. He strained his muscles and bones, striking out in frustration, but couldn’t break free. Finally, he could only cast a pleading gaze to the side.

But he looked at Duan Chenzhou, at the Flood Dragon named Cangming Monarch, at Fan Nansong eyeing him like a tiger at his side, and at the profound mark of a Daoist Lineage behind that kid...

The master from Jiangyin Prefecture’s Little Wuxiang Temple could only sigh. He averted his gaze, pretending to see nothing.

"So this is what they call ’crossing the bitter sea of suffering.’"

"Today, I have truly experienced it."

Save him?

How could I possibly save him!

A master Martial Artist, a great Flood Dragon demon, and a Daoist High Merit!

The three of them were allied, standing together.

If he dared to make a move...

He’d probably attain ’Nirvana’ on the spot!

’Ah, Huang Chan, you’ve always been pious, burning incense and praying at the temple. But alas, not even the Buddha can save you from this calamity...’

Seeing that the yellow-robed master was being watched like a hawk by Fan Nansong—who clearly had a "do as much as you’re paid for" attitude and no intention of intervening—Ji Xiu relaxed his guard. He turned to look at the people from the Three Professions and Two Halls, all tied up on the Flood Dragon’s back, and voiced his concern:

"Master Duan, we are few and our power is limited. If we just enter the prefecture like this, won’t we be swarmed and attacked?"

The Medicine Shop, Fishing Trade, and Wood Element are all part of the Upper Nine Professions. Their masters are honored as the Nine Lords. I heard their businesses extend all the way to the vassal town in the Cangdu region, and their influence is everywhere in the surrounding prefectures and counties.

"And the Purple Mist Daoist School and the Water and Fire Daoist School are backed by their own Schools..."

"If we go straight into their territory and provoke a Sect Leader-level figure to come and suppress us..."

"It would be one thing if we just got nothing out of it, but if things go south and we end up getting taken down too, the loss would far outweigh the gain!"

In response, a slight smile touched the corner of Duan Chenzhou’s lips.

"Who told you we were going inside the Prefecture City?"

Ji Xiu paused, a thought seeming to strike him.

"Master, you mean..."

The one-armed Purple Silk Martial Artist smiled at his words and gazed out at the vast Canghai:

"The East Canghai is so vast, and Jiangyin Prefecture is surrounded by water. Who knows how many corpses are thrown into it every day."

"We’ll ride the Flood Dragon to the prefecture and wait for just a short while."

"One hour. If we don’t see the Earth Treasure needed for your Feathered Immortal Robe to cultivate the Jade Skin..."

His tone was filled with killing intent.

"It’ll just be a matter of tossing a few more corpses into the water."

"We can just consider it a trip to the Prefecture City to ’see the sights.’"

SPLASH!

The Flood Dragon rose, churning the waves!

In an instant, it parted the river’s currents and shot toward the sky!

Watching the group disappear into the setting sun...

The Government Soldiers stood frozen in place.

Meanwhile, Second Young Master Cai of the Jade Shop, who had come from the Prefecture Yamen and had been harassing Zhao Jiu, was completely stunned after witnessing the scene.

"See? I told you so, but you wouldn’t believe me."

"It’s a good thing your Jade Shop has a Miss Cai with a discerning eye for talent, getting involved with that Ji Xiu kid early on. She might be able to neutralize the ’blood debt’ between your two families."

"Otherwise..."

"Heh, which of them—Third Master Chen from the Fishing Trade, or those guys from the Wood Element, Purple Mist, and Water and Fire Daoist Schools—isn’t a big shot in the prefecture?"

"Weren’t their Qi Seas shattered all the same? Their very lives are now held in the palm of someone else’s hand."

Zhao Jiu straightened his clothes and snorted.

"If you ask me, you should hurry up and take your sister home. Go talk things over with your old man."

"Back when Wang Xuanyang was still presiding over the Celestial Blade School, didn’t your old man personally go up the mountain to burn incense and resolve their old grudges?"

"For Jiangyin Prefecture to produce one Duan Chenzhou in a Hundred Years was already enough to exhaust its ’Water Fortune.’"

"But the way I see it..."

"Perhaps in the entire history of Beicang, over several hundred years, there could only be one Ji Xiu!"

"If these major Daoist Schools and the Schools behind them still want to settle old scores, let them try. But when I get back, I’m going to tell my old man."

"Otherwise... heh."

"I’m afraid the trouble these families ran into today will be replayed on our own doorsteps tomorrow."

"Duan Chenzhou caused a huge storm back in the day, but not a single family or school in Jiangyin Prefecture was wiped out because of it."

"But what has happened in the prefecture these past few years?"

"I heard that the ’Daoist School’ plaques the Celestial Blade Style won years ago—back when Duan Chenzhou fought eighteen consecutive matches to establish their schools—have now been forcibly taken down. They no longer have the right to ’open a school and take on disciples.’"

"And ever since Wang Xuanyang disappeared, many grandmasters from the schools within the prefecture have used this opportunity to make things difficult for Chen Hex, the Sect Leader of the Celestial Blade Style."

"They want him, the senior disciple left holding the bag, to ’set up a grave’ for his master."

"Because if they do, the Celestial Blade Style, no longer having a Leakless Martial Artist to hold the fort, will lose its qualification to occupy an island in Jiangyin Prefecture and call itself a ’School.’"

"An act like that is tantamount to digging up their very foundation."

"And any discerning person can see..."

"Whether it’s Duan Chenzhou or Ji Xiu, in the next sixty years, forget Leakless—even the Dragon and Tiger realm might not be able to contain them. They could be the second and third Wang Xuanyangs!"

"If that really happens."

"Would you dare bet the hundred-year rise or fall of your entire profession and family on some old grudges that have long since faded?"

Hearing this, Cai Zhen fell completely silent.

He looked at his little sister, who was standing with Miss Ye of the Embroidery Lineage Ye Clan, both watching the scene with excitement. He immediately walked over.

"Cai Xiaoqi, come home with me!"

"We’re going to see the old man!"

Accompanied by a Flood Dragon, a potential East Bed Prince Consort, a Celestial Blade Disciple!

Broke through the Two Limits, reached Skin Refining, and only seventeen!

A character like that...

In the prefecture, only a Qilin Prodigy, someone several years older who was studying at the Mansion Courtyard and being cultivated with the full resources of their family, might have a chance of suppressing him.