Chapter 416: Chapter 220: Soul-Stabilizing Jade, He Isn’t Dead?

Southern Turkic.

In a small shepherd town.

Jiang Feng’s palm condensed with fire, roasting the Little Cyan Snake.

With his Sixth-Layer Qi Condensation strength, combined with the Dragon Bone Bow, Qinglong Cauldron, and Three-legged Body Technique, he could easily deal with this little creature.

The Little Cyan Snake’s advantages, besides its poison, include its exceptional close combat speed, but unfortunately for it, Jiang Feng had the protection of the Qinglong Cauldron. Coupled with the relentless pursuit of the Dragon Bone Bow, the Little Cyan Snake was swiftly subdued by Jiang Feng.

It was currently tied to a tree branch by Jiang Feng.

Its body was limp and deflated.

The flames were roasting below.

Its belly was turned over, constantly begging Jiang Feng with its mouth open.

Given its strength, it should be able to break the ropes binding it, especially since it was only tied to a tree branch. Yet, the Little Cyan Snake dared not act recklessly. The Dragon Bone Bow was too overwhelming; the Spiritual Arrow Shadows it shot out couldn’t be avoided, accompanied by an innate racial oppression.

When Jiang Feng picked up the Dragon Bone Bow.

It seemed as though a dragon coiled around Jiang Feng, and its gaze alone was enough to make the snake tremble.

After spotting a flaw, Jiang Feng slung the Dragon Bone Bow over his shoulder and began to playfully smack the Little Cyan Snake around. Despite its small size, it was surprisingly resilient.

Even wind blades hacking at its body couldn’t penetrate its scale armor defense.

After roasting it with the Flame Saber for an hour, the snake merely turned its belly, aside from being mentally fatigued, it still hadn’t breathed its last.

Jiang Feng was exceedingly grateful, fortunate that the previous two encounters with the snake resulted in him choosing to flee in panic, otherwise, he might not be where he is now.

Even with the presence of the Dragon Bone Bow, relying solely on the Qinglong Cauldron and Sixth-Layer Qi Condensation strength might not have been enough to subdue it.

"Did the Emperor of the Great Tang send you?"

Jiang Feng gripped the snake’s tail, whipping it around like a small whip, swinging it in front of him several dozen times before asking.

The Little Cyan Snake was dazed, its body curled into several loops mid-air, drooling several times.

"Snap!"

Jiang Feng slammed it into the ground.

"Don’t play dead on me, spit it out!"

He barked angrily.

The Little Cyan Snake lifted its head, sporting a face full of anger, but upon seeing the Dragon Bone Bow over Jiang Feng’s shoulder, lost its temper instantly.

So, it forced itself upright.

Its body stood straight like a chopstick on the ground.

Its tail swayed, writing on the ground.

"Yes."

It wrote yes.

"Besides sending you, are there others waiting for me?"

"No."

"Are you associated with the Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall, or with the Emperor of the Great Tang?"

"I belong to myself."

The Little Cyan Snake sassed defiantly, writing down this line.

"Snap!"

Jiang Feng slapped it into a noodle shape, and roared angrily, "Confess obediently."

"Emperor of the Great Tang."

The Little Cyan Snake once again stood up, writing down these four words.

Even though Jiang Feng anticipated as much, he was still somewhat surprised, unable to fathom the terrifying power of the Emperor of the Great Tang, so he pressed further, "How strong is he? The outside rumor is that he’s a Martial Cultivator, is it true?"

The Little Cyan Snake shook its head, then wrote: "Immortal Martial Dual Cultivation."

"What? He’s like the Second Prince, possessing Spiritual Root and at the same time having Martial Dao Bloodline?"

Jiang Feng was astounded.

He was already aware that the reason the Second Prince could become the Divine Sect Saint Heir was about possessing a special Spiritual Root along with an extraordinarily powerful bloodline, making him an excellent candidate for Immortal Martial Dual Cultivation. His cultivation speed on both Martial Dao and the Immortal Path climbed rapidly.

"If I run into him, can I win?"

Jiang Feng asked again.

"Yes."

The Little Cyan Snake wrote.

"Snap!"

Jiang Feng slapped it once again, turning it into a noodle, furious, "Be serious!"

"No."

The snake quickly penned.

"Snap!"

Again, Jiang Feng slapped, causing the snake to roll around on the ground, foaming at the mouth. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Am I that weak?"

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth in rage.

When the Little Cyan Snake said Jiang Feng was stronger than the Emperor of the Great Tang, he felt it was lying to him.

When it said he was not as strong as the Emperor of the Great Tang, he felt mocked by it.

Slowly, the Little Cyan Snake stood up, teary-eyed, eventually writing this line: "You run fast; you will be fine."

"So, if I run into him, I should just flee."

Jiang Feng rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

The Little Cyan Snake shrank back, fearing another slap might be coming from Jiang Feng.

"Can’t I use the Dragon Bone Bow to kill him?"

Jiang Feng refused to accept defeat.

"You can run."

The Little Cyan Snake erased its previous writing with its tail and wrote anew.

"If he’s so strong, how could he be pressured by the Turkic like that before?"

Jiang Feng was skeptical, knowing that before the Turkic were incorporated into the Great Tang territory, they often harassed Great Tang, forcing the Emperor of the Great Tang to send Xiao Zhan with a million troops to guard the northern national gate.

"Extraordinary powers shouldn’t interfere too much in mortal conflicts, or the Turkic’s Shaman will intervene."

The Little Cyan Snake wrote immediately.

It had long since awakened its intelligence.

Despite its small size, it might have lived for over a century, knowing many things from frequently visiting Zhenbei Prison and the Imperial City.

"The Turkic has a Shaman, where are they?"

Jiang Feng had heard the term Shaman several times.

He knew many professions among cultivators.

There were mages skilled in crafting Restriction Arrays, Beast Masters who tamed spirit beasts and nurtured spirit pets, as well as Artifact Refiners and Alchemists who’ve garnered great admiration.

Shamans, however, practiced dark magic, able to seize the souls of enemies and even refine their bodies into Iron Corpse Puppets, were a type of technique cultivator.

Because of their bloody and ruthless means, few in the Cultivation Realm dared to provoke them, much less associate with them.

They often appeared in chaotic burial mounds and battlefields, going where the dead were drawn, seen as ill omens to be avoided.