Clan Cultivation: Starting from Beast Taming

After agreeing to Xu Kaishan's invitation, Zhou Chun was nevertheless unable to leave Sanjiangkou with him.

According to Xu Kaishan, no one yet knew where the Flood Dragon might appear, nor did they know where the high-level cultivators from the sects and families of Yunzhou would be slaying the dragon.

Gathering together now would only increase the chance of exposure, without any benefits.

Therefore, he only gave Zhou Chun a method to contact him, agreeing to use it if the Flood Dragon was spotted.

Although Xu Kaishan's explanation sounded reasonable, Zhou Chun saw through the true intentions at a glance.

Clearly, Xu Kaishan did not trust him, a loose cultivator he had invited on a whim.

So he didn't want Zhou Chun to follow and peek at his secrets.

At the same time, by preventing the loosely invited cultivators from meeting each other, it also avoided the risk of them abandoning Xu Kaishan to plot together.

What a clever scheme indeed!

However, for Zhou Chun, it was still a favorable situation.

Having one more channel to receive news about the Flood Dragon was a good thing for him.

As for Xu Kaishan's suggestion of scavenging for Dragon Scales and Dragon Blood, Zhou Chun definitely would not participate.

A gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall.

He, with his mere Qi Refinement realm cultivation level, did not wish to engage in activities where the risks far outweighed the rewards.

Over the next two months, while Zhou Chun was on the lookout for news, he did not forget to continue his cultivation of the second layer of the Xinjin Sword Qi secret technique.

He had already cultivated half of the second layer while he was with his family.

Now, with diligent and arduous practice day by day, he unexpectedly managed to master it while away from home.

After sealing a strand of Taibai Gold Power in each of his hands, Zhou Chun felt even more confident about his strength.

Within the Qi Refinement realm, there might be some who could withstand a single Xinjin Sword Qi from him.

But those who could continuously block two Xinjin Sword Qi attacks were probably exceedingly rare.

It was on the fifth day after Zhou Chun successfully cultivated the second layer of the Xinjin Sword Qi secret technique that the Flood Dragon, which had not shown itself for two or three months, finally reappeared.

This time, the Flood Dragon appeared less than a hundred miles downstream of Sanjiangkou.

At that time, the river was flooding, and even Sanjiangkou was affected.

Noticing the anomaly, Zhou Chun hastily controlled his flying artifact and rushed to the area downstream where the Flood Dragon had appeared.

There were not a few cultivators who made the same move at that moment, and even higher up, the silhouettes of Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators could be seen flying past at great speed.

After flying for about fifty or sixty miles, Zhou Chun dared not advance any further.

All he could see ahead was a region tens of miles wide where the sky was shrouded in dark clouds and assaulted by pelting rain.

In contrast, the area dozens of miles behind where Zhou Chun was, was all blue skies and white clouds, utterly clear.

Without a doubt, the unnatural changes in the weather were all due to the divine skills and mana of the Flood Dragon.

Any cultivator who stepped into that region would be affected and discovered by the Flood Dragon.

And even though he had not yet entered that area, a Spirit Beast Pouch at Zhou Chun's waist was trembling slightly.

Inside the pouch, the Silver Lightning Python Baibai, was awakened by the sense of oppression from the distant bloodline, becoming restless and unsettled even through the Spirit Beast Pouch.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun, while shocked by the Flood Dragon's divine skills, swiftly calmed his frightened Spirit Pet through their mental link.

After managing to soothe the agitated Silver Lightning Python Baibai, the area of dark clouds ahead suddenly underwent a change.

A silver-white Sword Qi tore through the clouds, like the Nine Heavens Divine Sword descending to the mortal realm, slashing towards the surface of the river.

Under the illumination of the silver-white Sword Qi, the shadow of a black Flood Dragon that was several dozen zhang long could vaguely be seen swimming amidst the wind and waves.

Because he was too far away, and with just a fleeting glimpse, Zhou Chun couldn't possibly determine whether it was an Ink Flood Dragon or a Dark Flood Dragon.

Moreover, at that moment, his attention was entirely captured by the silver-white Sword Qi.

As the Sword Qi hit the water, splitting waves and slicing through the flood, it struck squarely on the body of the black Flood Dragon that floated on the water.

"It hit!!"

In the sky, a cultivator who saw this scene couldn't help but exclaim with joy in his voice.

But the immediate change that followed made the person promptly shut his mouth, as a look of terror appeared in his eyes.

The body of the dragon in the water barely shifted and a Silver Flying Sword was sadly repelled, flying out without a trace of blood on its blade—clearly, the dragon had not been truly injured.

This attack seemed to have enraged the Flood Dragon in the water, and in the next moment, a jet-black column of water burst into the sky, piercing the clouds and shattering the firmament.

Then a thunderous roar exploded from above the clouds, followed by a wary voice.

"What a beast, with quite the temper!"

As the voice fell, the Silver Flying Sword also flew into the high clouds and did not reappear.

It seemed as though the person behind the scene had taken a loss and retreated.

Perhaps because a high-level human cultivator had appeared, the Flood Dragon in the water also swiftly retracted its divine skills and disappeared beneath the river, leaving no trace.

With the Flood Dragon's divine skills and mana no longer supporting it, the dark clouds and heavy rain in the sky also quickly dispersed, allowing sunlight to once again fall on the land.

However, by then, the villages and towns on both sides of the river were in complete disarray, littered with corpses.

Soon, the wails of the survivors could be heard everywhere.

Watching this scene, Zhou Chun felt turmoil in his chest, his heart far from calm.

Having been in this world for over eight years, this was the first time he had witnessed such a large number of mortals dying and getting injured due to a Demon Beast.