Chapter 161: True Dragon Divinity

The two of them flew all the way.

After flying more than three thousand miles, they finally stopped and parted ways.

A few strands of Chiyin's hair clung to the side of her cheek, and her chest heaved slightly, indicating that casting her escaping light had consumed a vast amount of energy.

As for Lu Qian, he had transformed into a Daoist in a black robe, his hands empty, and his pupils completely black with a faint trace of purple hidden within.

The atmosphere between them was somewhat awkward at the moment; the scene that had just transpired seemed a bit too intimate.

Chiyin was also dedicated to pure cultivation and had never experienced such a situation.

"Your true qi... seems to be of the netherworld as well?" Chiyin smoothed her temples, her expression returning to normal as she changed the subject.

"Indeed. I heard that the Master of Winter holds the condensing method for the Nine-Nether Gang Qi, which is why I asked Ghost King Zhu to introduce me."

Lu Qian explained the whole story from beginning to end.

"I see. Since your true qi belongs to the yin property, and the Nine-Nether Gang Qi is the ultimate yin gang qi in the world, it is indeed very suitable for your cultivation."

At the thought of this, Chiyin condensed a trace of black light at her fingertips.

The moment the black light appeared, an aura of stern slaughter rushed toward them.

The chilling, freezing air caused frost to form on the ground, making one feel as if they had plunged into an icy abyss, surrounded by the wails of ten thousand ghosts.

After falling into the illusion, Lu Qian snapped back to reality with a start.

The chill was secondary; the crucial point was the terrifying sensation of being able to communicate with the netherworld.

For a mere trace of yin energy to possess such formidable power—before the full characteristics of the gang qi were even displayed—was truly terrifying.

As expected of the Nine-Nether Gang Qi, one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs.

The gang qi listed on the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang chart had no fixed ranking of superiority or inferiority.

After all, such things had to be used in conjunction with cultivation techniques and sha qi.

If Lu Qian were to absorb the Nine-Nether Demonic Qi and match it with the Profound Frost Yin Sha, it would undoubtedly lean heavily toward an even more intense freezing chill.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Lu Qian from Wuxiang Island. I must ask Fellow Daoist for an introduction," Lu Qian said, making a Daoist obeisance.

Regarding Chiyin, Lu Qian couldn't be bothered to randomly fabricate a place name.

Since she was acquainted with Ghost King Zhu, she certainly knew that he hailed from Wuxiang Island.

Spouting nonsense afterward would only sour their goodwill.

"Ghost King Zhu once saved my life, which is why I gave him the Winter Official's token. Since he is using this favor in exchange, there is no harm in it," Chiyin paused, then added, "Besides, you saved my life as well. Reason and emotion dictate that I should help you."

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Chiyin."

"However, the Nine-Nether Demonic Qi is a netherworld gang qi that appeared in the mortal world by sheer coincidence. Every bit used is a bit less, and only the disciples of the Grand Chancellor of Winter are permitted to cultivate it."

The Grand Chancellor of Winter had once inadvertently discovered the physical remains of a true immortal, and thereafter embarked on the path of cultivating netherworld techniques.

Although he no longer needed these gang qi for himself, his disciples still required them for their practice.

They practically never handed them over to outsiders.

"What is to be done then?" Lu Qian furrowed his brow.

The Nine Heavens Dao Alliance was considered a prominent and established sect. It was said that the Supreme Heavenly Master and the four Grand Chancellors of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter were all experts who had undergone the pill tribulation or were very close to it.

Joining might prove somewhat difficult.

"No matter. I will introduce you to enter the sect," Chiyin glanced faintly at Lu Qian and smiled, "Rest assured, you won't have a blood curse planted on you like those people."

Strictly speaking, the Nine Heavens Dao Alliance was not a conventional, orthodox sect.

It was established by several different factions alongside a large number of smaller powers.

Hence, it was called a Dao Alliance.

Different palaces had different restrictions for entry, as well as distinct codes of conduct.

Aside from the direct lineage, most of those under the Grand Chancellor of Winter were affiliated rogue cultivators and unorthodox practitioners, so the conditions for joining were relatively lenient.

However, wanting to join the lineage of the Winter Official without an introduction was still impossible.

"And you might be?" Lu Qian felt a surge of surprise inwardly; it seemed Chiyin had a rather impressive background.

"I broke away from the Myriad Generation Yin Tomb, and now I am under the Grand Chancellor of Winter, ranked third." Chiyin's spirited eyebrows arched, instantly transforming her from stern to much more radiant.

Perhaps because their cultivation techniques were similar, coupled with their wondrous journey just now, she had developed a shred of favorable impression toward Lu Qian.

"Let's go. It's time to return."

The next day, the sun rose.

Chiyin looked at the golden light spilling down from the sky, formed hand incantations, and transformed into a white divine dragon.

It had deer antlers, a scaled head, and a white-scaled serpent body.

With towering horns and a glowing body, it lacked solemn dignity and instead gave off an extremely eerie and otherworldly sensation.

The white dragon's eyes gazed at Lu Qian, carrying a hint of tit-for-tat rivalry within them.

It wasn't that she harbored any dissatisfaction toward Lu Qian.

Chiyin was an expert at the late stage of nourishing the spirit, just a step away from the Dao Foundation, yet she had suffered a huge, embarrassing loss right in front of Lu Qian.

Earlier, she had seen Lu Qian's flood dragon, which was ferocious and malicious, leaving a deep impression on her.

Moreover, since Lu Qian was about to join the sect, Chiyin executing the Dragon Script Incantation from the Supreme Golden Lock Interlinked Escaping True Secret was also a way to display her cultivation prowess as a senior.

"Let's go. Follow behind me," the white dragon dropped these words, the air vibrated, and she vanished on the spot.

The instant he saw the white dragon, the flood dragon in Lu Qian's mind roared wildly, its golden pupils exuding an irrepressible excitement.

Lu Qian smiled faintly, enveloped in black mist.

From within the mist, a huge head protruded.

It had no horns but was covered in scales, its dark yellow scales as deep as the waters of the Yellow Springs sacred river.

Its four limbs were as sharp as an eagle's talons, and the greater part of its body was concealed within the black mist, seeing its head but never its tail.

Its pupils were pure gold, reflecting the ambient earth veins of all directions, and the emotions within its eyes were complex.

Cunning, selfish, malicious...

His Yin Spirit, blessed by the Flood Dragon Subjugating Yellow Springs Scroll, truly felt as though it had transformed into a real flood dragon.

The aura of a malevolent dragon lingered all around, wind and clouds changed drastically, and a torrential downpour began to pour.

Whoosh!

The flood dragon moved at extreme speed, gradually catching up with the white dragon as the flood dragon and the divine dragon advanced side by side.

"Such a powerful aura." Feeling the presence beside her, Chiyin felt a secret surge of astonishment.

She had originally intended to let Lu Qian witness the prowess of her technique, but she had never expected to be suppressed by him instead.

Furthermore, her cultivation realm was slightly higher than his, yet without using the Yin-Yang escaping light, she had actually been caught up by Lu Qian.

This gave Chiyin an unreal sensation.

In the impression of the people here, cultivators from Wuxiang Island were all a messy hodgepodge—they studied everything, seemingly proficient in everything, but in reality, master of none.

Today, Lu Qian completely altered her perception.

The dragon form could not be maintained for long, and Chiyin reverted to her human appearance.

"Why is your flood dragon so different?" Chiyin could not help voicing her doubt.

It didn't look like a mere imitation by a Yin Spirit; it gave the impression of a pure-blooded flood dragon king from the Inch-Square Demon Kingdom.

"Perhaps your divine dragon lacks divine nature..." Lu Qian thought for a moment and said.

imitating a true dragon is not merely about form.

More importantly, it is the divine nature of the dragon; only with this sliver of true intent can one unleash true power.

Merely imitating the form is, in truth, no different from an ordinary demonic beast.

"But Master told me that the bloodline of a true dragon is stronger than that of a flood dragon. Even without divine nature, it shouldn't be suppressed."

"Not necessarily. A flood dragon is also a dragon; one does not strictly have to transform into a true dragon. As long as one masters its true intent, the achievement will be no less than that of a true dragon."

Lu Qian said.

This was the conclusion he had arrived at during this period of time.

The Yellow Springs cultivation technique matched the inherent gloomy, deep, and venomous nature of a flood dragon quite well.

Perhaps he really could carve out a path of his own this way.

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