Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Pull Dragon Sinew, Refine a Magic Tool

Too late.

The black and white dumpling shot in faster than lightning. A few casual kicks landed, yet each one did more damage than the ox’s charge.

The Flood Dragon felt like its body was about to be kicked apart.

Right after that, Shen Sang Ruo streaked forward. The Luan Feather Fan swept out, and a sea of fire rolled toward the dragon. The Flood Dragon opened its jaws and spewed flames in answer.

The two fires collided, and her flames were not devoured by a Flood Dragon whose realm far exceeded hers.

The strength she showed did not match someone at Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Last time before the Purplegold Serpent, she had been Late Golden Core and could barely dodge its attacks.

After the baptism of Heavenly Lightning Tribulation, her leap from Golden Core to Nascent Soul was like shedding an old body and gaining a new one.

Now she and the Flood Dragon stood in the same major realm, and she could even trade blows with it.

That was the clearest proof of what a realm breakthrough could bring.

The Flood Dragon itself was a fire attribute demonic beast, so it knew exactly how strong her flame was.

This was unbelievable. Not only were those beasts stronger than they looked, even this female cultivator fought like someone far beyond her realm.

It cursed inwardly but quickly refocused on killing Shen Sang Ruo.

Today it would feast on human flesh.

Shen Sang Ruo hovered in the air, feeling the Flood Dragon’s killing intent grow sharper.

She slowly waved the Luan Feather Fan and smiled with calm disdain. [With Zhu Miao, the Little Mountain God, here, everything you try is pointless.]

The next instant, the Flood Dragon erupted with full force. The vines on its tail snapped, and with a violent flick it sent the Kui Ox flying.

Its tail slammed the ground. The impact was like an earthquake. Trees for miles around snapped in half.

Shen Sang Ruo could not help but admire it: [Such power. Those dragon sinews are tough. They will suit my Master’s Heart-Guard Feather.]

With a sky splitting roar, the Flood Dragon spit out a fireball bright as the sun. It carried a heat that could burn a person to ash as it tore toward her.

She flipped her fan and cast several arcs of Glazed Flame to block it, but the fireball pushed through layer after layer and still came at her.

She changed tactics at once. She stopped attacking and used the fan’s wind to slip aside.

After passing through her flames, the fireball had slowed. Dodging it was no longer hard.

Bullied earlier by one human and three beasts, the Flood Dragon finally found its old rhythm of wanton destruction. Its pride swelled again.

It was a Nascent Soul Late Stage Flood Dragon. The talented female cultivator in front of it had a Fire Spiritual Root and would be a great tonic.

It surged to gather power for another blast.

Then it felt it. Something was holding it down. Even gathering spiritual power for the fireball became difficult.

As a demonic beast, it knew this feeling well.

Its arrogant, greedy expression twisted. A Flood Dragon, bloodline second only to a True Dragon, being hit by Bloodline Suppression? Ridiculous.

Who here could suppress its bloodline? Those skinny tendrils? That dumb cow? Or that tiny speck?

The Dodder Flower Sprite and the Kui Ox sensed Zhu Miao’s move, stopped charging, and flopped down to watch.

Zhu Miao soon eased back too, pulled out a length of bamboo, and started chewing, keeping only part of the Bloodline Suppression active. Now only the Flood Dragon and Shen Sang Ruo faced each other.

The Flood Dragon could not figure out why her beasts had “abandoned” her.

Shen Sang Ruo’s look did not change, as if she had expected this.

At Nascent Soul and beyond, cultivation only grew harder. Besides absorbing spiritual qi, real combat was one of the best ways to advance.

There were not many Nascent Soul cultivators, and by that stage most cherished their lives. It was rare to find a chance for both sides to fight with everything they had.

This Flood Dragon, its power partially limited by Zhu Miao, was the perfect chance to grow stronger.

She would wring every last use out of a Flood Dragon.

The Flood Dragon could not be bothered to think it through. It only wanted to tear Shen Sang Ruo apart and swallow her.

Her smile turned bright and bold. She swung the fan and rushed to meet it.

After a fierce and dazzling fight, Shen Sang Ruo moved like a nimble bird and flashed behind the Flood Dragon, which now had no strength to resist.

The Luan Feather Fan unfurled like wings and split into sharp feathers. Following her motion, they pierced through the dragon’s scales and dealt the final blow.

The Flood Dragon howled. It still tried to struggle, but it was useless. Its fate was sealed.

Even at its last breath, it never imagined that after a thousand years of lurking, it would die in the hands of its supposed prey.

Once she was sure it had stopped breathing, Shen Sang Ruo flicked a finger. The feathers buried in the flesh stirred.

A moment later, they slid out through a spot on the dragon’s back. Shen Sang Ruo pressed her palm, and fiery spiritual power flowed like threads through the opening and into the flesh.

Soon she drew out a pale red, half transparent Dragon Sinew.

This was exactly what she wanted.

She lifted the Dragon Sinew with spiritual power, brought it to her hand, and seized it.

Flames surged. In a blink, they wrapped the entire strand. When the fire faded, the Dragon Sinew had been refined into a magic tool, now only as thick as her little finger.

She studied it and smiled: “With this Dragon Sinew as the bowstring, the split Luan Feather Fan as the bow, and my Master’s Heart-Guard Feather as an arrow.”

After getting the Heart-Guard Feather, she had thought of this plan right away, but put it aside because she lacked Dragon Sinew.

A Flood Dragon’s sinew at Nascent Soul Late Stage was a bit lower than the Luan Feather Fan and the Heart-Guard Feather in quality, but it solved her urgent need.

Otherwise, she would have set her sights on Master Ling Xiao.

She waved to the three and said: “Let’s go find some treasure.” The Kui Ox returned to her sea of consciousness, the little dumpling clung back onto her, and the Dodder Flower Sprite hopped into her hair.

She glanced at the ruined slopes and said with real regret: “If our fight hadn’t been so intense that it turned half the mountain to rubble, we could have looted the Flood Dragon’s cave.”

From the look of it, the dragon had hoarded plenty of good things. Too bad its lair had collapsed.

The Dodder Flower Sprite cautiously stretched out a little point, suddenly feeling that this scene was familiar.

Beat the monster first, then loot it, squeeze out every bit of value…

It remembered. Back in the Secret Realm, wasn’t this exactly how Shen Sang Ruo had treated it?

The Dodder Flower Sprite wilted in silence: [QAQ]

The Flood Dragon was like a repeat of itself. The only difference was that it had read the situation, bowed to wisdom, and saved its little life.