Chen Changsheng wasn’t foolish either. This was obviously a trap meant for him to step right into. If anyone easily could have pulled out that sword, there’d be no need to come asking him. If he really went to get it, he might just end up with trouble clinging to him somehow. Chen Changsheng looked at the black flood dragon before him and said, “Flood dragon or true dragon, it doesn’t matter. But I have always walked alone. So, for the matter of extracting the sword, please find someone else. Whoever takes it out takes it out.” This time, without any lingering, he entered the Taoist Temple and shut the door behind him. Moyuan stared at the closed door. He opened his mouth, seeming uncertain and hesitant. The black flood dragon sighed deeply and vanished from the front of the temple. After the black flood dragon left, light rain began to fall from the sky again. Dragon Ascension through Water Crossing is always accompanied by heavy rain. Where it passed, floods and downpours would follow. It seemed it was precisely because this black flood dragon had settled here that these days of continuous drizzle had come. Tong Zhihuan mumbled to himself, unable to suppress a sigh. This rain truly wouldn’t stop. After his master returned, Tong Zhihuan had gone back to the front courtyard. Master didn’t speak, so he dared not ask. Remembering the colossal creature he had seen at the door earlier, Tong Zhihuan shivered involuntarily. When facing the unknown, humans always feel fear. But once peace returns, their curiosity about these things beyond common understanding flares up again. Tong Zhihuan called out. Chen Changsheng looked at him. “Curious?” Tong Zhihuan nodded in admission. “Can I go to the door and take another look?” Chen Changsheng said, “He’s already gone. Feel free to go look if you want.” Hearing this, Tong Zhihuan didn’t feel regret at missing it. If the creature were still there, he wasn’t sure he’d have the nerve to go look anyway. He said, “I’m going then, Master.” Chen Changsheng laughed helplessly. “Why so wordy?” Tong Zhihuan gave an awkward chuckle, then walked out of the temple. Master was right. The flood dragon had indeed left. Newest update provıded by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 Tiny drops of rain fell onto his shoes, dampening them slightly. Under the misty drizzle, a thin fog had drifted onto the mountains in the distance. Though it probably wasn’t fog; it was more likely mist rising from the damp. Tong Zhihuan lowered his gaze and suddenly froze. He saw a puddle of dazzling golden liquid seeping on the ground. It must have been left by the black flood dragon. Tong Zhihuan recalled it had dripped from the flood dragon’s mouth, and its appearance suggested it had been seriously injured. If that was the case… “This couldn’t be flood dragon’s blood, could it?!” Tong Zhihuan’s eyes widened in shock. He leaned down, about to touch it. Just then, a voice called out from behind him. Tong Zhihuan froze mid-reach, turning to look. Miss Tao’er stood with her arms crossed, watching him. “That’s flood dragon’s blood. Daring to touch it directly? Do you not want this hand anymore?” Hearing this, Tong Zhihuan’s arm jerked back instantly. His lips quivered. “It really is flood dragon’s blood?” Miss Tao’er rolled her eyes at him. “Lucky Master told me to come check, or you really would have been finished.” Tong Zhihuan’s heart pounded with fright, thinking how fortunate it was. Miss Tao’er said, “Flood dragon’s blood belongs to the extreme yang element. Its scorching heat can burn through anything! Master’s books mention it: some martial artists used flood dragon’s blood to temper their bodies and were instantly burned to charred ashes, body and spirit both destroyed! You clearly didn’t study properly!” Tong Zhihuan argued weakly, “I thought that was just a legend… And it’s been a while… these little details… I couldn’t remember them all…” Miss Tao’er reached out and smacked the back of Tong Zhihuan’s head lightly. Tong Zhihuan wasn’t annoyed. He felt he deserved it. Master’s books covered all medicinal knowledge in the known world, yet he had only grasped seventy percent. This was something he deeply regretted. Tong Zhihuan opened his mouth hesitantly, “But… Miss Tao’er… didn’t the books also mention flood dragon’s blood can be used in medicine?” Miss Tao’er exclaimed, “Oh ho! So you do remember that! You know it can be used as medicine, but you didn’t know it can’t be touched?” Tong Zhihuan got another light smack. He rubbed his head. “Miss Tao’er, please stop hitting me. I know I was wrong.” Miss Tao’er gave him a look tinged with reproach yet concern. She stretched out her hand, summoning a few peach leaves. The peach leaves fluttered before Tong Zhihuan’s eyes. Then, Miss Tao’er gently tapped her fingertip. The peach leaves transformed into a small box. She flicked her finger again. The flood dragon’s blood on the ground lifted and drifted slowly into the leaf-made box. The box sealed and slowly descended, landing into Miss Tao’er’s palm. Tong Zhihuan’s gaze fixed unblinkingly on the box. Seeing his rapt stare, Miss Tao’er smacked his head again. Tong Zhihuan snapped out of it, rubbing his head. Miss Tao’er handed him the box. “There’s a small opening on the lid. Tap it to open. When you need it, pour a little out. Don’t be a fool and touch the blood itself.” Tong Zhihuan took the box, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Thank you, Miss Tao’er!” Tong Zhihuan scratched his head. Getting the flood dragon’s blood was the best prize for him. He didn’t mind how many times Miss Tao’er hit him; he deserved it anyway. Miss Tao’er shook her head, gave him one last look, and went back into the temple. Tong Zhihuan, clutching the box, followed closely behind. His mind was wholly fixated on the box now. A physician’s fascination with rare ingredients knows no bounds. Besides, flood dragon’s blood was an incredibly precious treasure. He absolutely needed to study this properly. Tong Zhihuan asked, “By the way, Miss Tao’er, why was that dragon—I mean, flood dragon—looking for Master?” “Seemed like he wanted help from Master,” Miss Tao’er sounded uncertain. “Think that was it.” Tong Zhihuan nodded. “Master truly is amazing! Even a flood dragon came begging for his help! Did Master agree?” Miss Tao’er shook her head. “Don’t know. You can ask Master himself.” Tong Zhihuan said, “I’d rather not ask Master…” But he could guess. Master likely hadn’t agreed. Otherwise, why keep the door shut against the flood dragon? Chen Changsheng sat in the main hall. He raised his hand and began to calculate. This time, the calculation lasted a full half-hour. “The origins of that sword under West Bridge are unexpectedly extraordinary…” Chen Changsheng frowned and continued his calculations. Before delving into it, he hadn’t realized, but now it truly startled him. That sword had existed in this world for nearly one thousand two hundred years. Initially, it was just the sword of a martial artist traveling the Jianghu. After the martial artist died, the sword drifted through the mortal world. It passed through many hands before finally falling into the possession of a man seeking immortality. This man, in his old age, visited sacred places seeking the path, ultimately gaining Immortal Fate. And the sword he held, tempered by his presence and essence over the years, slowly evolved into an Immortal Sword. 😨😨😨Golden Novel translates the best Chinese web novels for you!😨😨😨 Chen Changsheng’s hand paused. He murmured a name under his breath, “…Zhao Yuqing…”