Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable-Chapter 110: Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique
Xiao Qingzhu stood in the void, turning to glance at Ye Tianling with a look of gratification.
"Little guy, Granny Qinglian isn’t easy to deal with. Be careful. If necessary, just say you are the disciple of ’Xiao Jiutian’. That might save your life."
Xiao Qingzhu departed into the distance.
Aboard the flying sword, Lin Qingxi’s beautiful eyes remained fixed on Ye Tianling, as if trying to commit his true appearance to memory.
Ye Tianling activated his North Nether Divine Skill to refine Lin Qingyu’s Essence, Qi, and Soul. Though he was also at the First Heaven of Sword Soul, by relying on his Physical Strength combined with the Nine Swords of Dugu cultivation technique, killing a genius at the same level was as easy as cutting grass.
He was now supremely confident about his chances against Ye Cangqian.
After using the North Nether Divine Skill to devour Lin Qingyu’s Essence, Qi, and Soul, Ye Tianling collected the Qiankun Rings from both Lin Qingyu and Guan Tianya. He rummaged through them but found no Elixirs or anything of the sort.
His only gain was a copy of the Bloodthirsty Soul Refining Technique from Guan Tianya’s Qiankun Ring. Just as Ye Tianling had expected, it was incomplete—and it was the second volume.
This copy was also ancient and damaged, its aura mottled and inconsistent.
’It’s a duplicate, just as I thought.’
’Something’s wrong with this cultivation technique.’
’Is it a trap?’
’I can’t be bothered with it. I’ll just use it for reference. Since I’m primarily cultivating the North Nether Divine Skill, it won’t affect me anyway.’
Ye Tianling mused internally.
Just then, he suddenly realized that only he and Ouyang Ruoxue were left at the scene.
And from what Xiao Qingzhu had said, that Granny Qinglian was no simple character.
"How do you plan to die?"
A sword was pressed against Ye Tianling’s neck.
"How about you humiliate me viciously until my heart burns to cinders? It’s said that to die for a beautiful woman is a romantic fate, even for a ghost..."
Ye Tianling said with a cheeky grin.
His words made Ouyang Ruoxue freeze for a moment—apparently, she had a bit of a poetic soul and was quite fond of such "beautiful" verses.
"You despicable thing, you dare insult my disciple?! Die!"
In the distance, the void trembled.
Ye Tianling felt the sky go dark.
Then, an old woman suddenly appeared, leaning on a Dragon Sword Walking Stick and wearing a long, bluish-green robe adorned with Cyan Lotus Rune patterns.
As she descended from the void, Ye Tianling felt as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.
Faced with such an aura and this imposing might, Ye Tianling felt as small and insignificant as an ant.
"Granny."
Ouyang Ruoxue moved, instinctively shielding Ye Tianling with her body. She shot him a glare, her eyes seeming to say: ’Hurry up and hide the aura of your Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique!’
However, the moment she did, the old woman had already sensed it.
"Your innocence is gone! Fifty percent of the talent for your Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique—the talent of a Returning Butterfly Ruxian—was stolen by this brute? Good! Very good!"
The old woman’s face was terrifyingly cold.
With every single word she uttered, Ye Tianling felt a stabbing pain in his soul.
’I have no idea what level this old monster is. My luck is the absolute worst! I’m done for!’
Ye Tianling wailed internally, lamenting his cruel fate.
"Brute? I, Ye Tianling, am the Direct Disciple of ’Xiao Jiutian’!"
Ye Tianling took a gamble, trusting Xiao Qingzhu’s words and starting to bluff with borrowed authority.
’Whether it works or not, I have to try it first.’
"Xiao Jiutian? So it’s that old fossil! But you’ve ruined my disciple’s innocence. Even if that old codger Xiao Jiutian came here himself, I would still take his head to atone for this!"
The old woman’s voice was sharp and cold.
"Master, your disciple wishes to take revenge personally. I have already entered the Sword Spirit Realm and my talent has transformed. There was no... no loss."
Ouyang Ruoxue’s face was pale. Trembling, she bowed and pleaded.
"I know what’s in your heart, Ruoxue. You don’t need to plead for him. The rumors about this Ye Tianling have been spreading like wildfire lately; I am already aware of them. He must have used some despicable method to take your innocence, causing you to suffer endless humiliation and leaving you with deep emotional scars.
"Rest assured, Master will sever all your ties to this for you!"
As the old woman spoke, her eyes abruptly locked onto Ye Tianling.
A powerful will invaded him directly.
Ye Tianling felt as if his soul was about to explode; he couldn’t resist at all.
’Dragon Soul Little Fairy, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, all you gods and deities out there, help me! Do something! Quick, I’m about to die!’
Ye Tianling tried to contact the Ancient Dragon Soul between his brows.
"You’re beyond saving. You’ve really messed up this time. This Granny Qinglian is a Sword Ancestor Level Elder. Even if you increased your battle power ten thousandfold and unleashed the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, you still couldn’t do anything to her."
The voice of a little girl, milky and high-pitched, spoke up, still devoid of emotion.
But the information her voice carried made Ye Tianling want to cry but have no tears.
"I’ll try to summon Long Tianyu for you... If you get out of this alive, you need to keep a low profile from now on. And try to win people over with virtue."
The little girl’s voice sounded again, then vanished.
Ye Tianling immediately held up a hand to stop Granny Qinglian’s fatal blow, shouting hastily, "Wait, hold on, Granny Qinglian, Grandma Sword Ancestor!"
Granny Qinglian had no intention of stopping. Seeing that Ye Tianling’s soul could actually withstand her pressure, she prepared to crush him with overwhelming force.
Ouyang Ruoxue dropped to her knees, but Granny Qinglian paid her no mind.
"Granny Qinglian, you are a Sword Ancestor, and you are indeed powerful, but I, Ye Tianling, am the Inheritor of the Dragon Race’s Royal Race bloodline! If you dare to touch me, you will be making an enemy of the entire Dragon Race! Things have come to this point, so I, Ye Tianling, am no longer afraid to reveal such a world-shaking secret!"
Blood streamed from all seven of Ye Tianling’s orifices. He was so suppressed that he was truly powerless to resist.
A surge of anger also gradually rose in his heart.
"Granny, he truly does have the Dragon Soul Bloodline. The transformation of my talent and Realm is due to this."
Ouyang Ruoxue immediately added.
"The Dragon Race? Royal Blood? That won’t save you! Royal Blood is nothing special. Compared to young Ruoxue’s true identity—the future Supreme Saintess or even Goddess of the Returning Butterfly Sacred Land—it is on par at best! How could the innocence of the peerless Saintess of the Returning Butterfly Sacred Land be so casually defiled by you? Die!"
As Granny Qinglian spoke, she pointed her Dragon Sword Walking Stick at Ye Tianling.
A force of death pressed down on him.
’It’s over!’
Ye Tianling’s heart sank, his expression graver than ever before.
He knew that if he couldn’t block this attack, he would surely die.
Ye Tianling was filled with unwillingness, deep regret, and a chilling resolve. ’If I don’t die today, I will surely repay Granny Qinglian for this humiliation in the future!’
He took a deep look at Ouyang Ruoxue, a look of farewell in his eyes.
Ouyang Ruoxue stared blankly, her heart and mind completely empty.
"Such a grand display of power, Granny Qinglian. My Dragon Race’s Royal Blood is nothing? Then what does that make an old thing like you?"
At that moment, an eternal beam of sword light pierced through the void.
With a single strike, it annihilated Granny Qinglian’s attack.
A moment later, the figure of a young girl stood in the void, her form materializing directly in front of Ye Tianling.
The girl was none other than the Tianyu Saintess, Long Tianyu, whom Ye Tianling had met before.
"The Cyan Dragon Saintess, Long Tianyu."
Granny Qinglian’s expression grew solemn, the pupils of her old eyes contracting involuntarily.
"Hmph, that’s right! The two of you can scram! It is Ouyang Ruoxue’s honor to be slept with by my Dragon Race’s Emperor Blood Saint Son—that’s something she can brag about for the rest of her life."
Long Tianyu’s tone was indifferent, her every word and action exceedingly domineering.
Granny Qinglian’s gaze locked onto Long Tianyu.
"You don’t want to leave? Then you can rest here for eternity!"
Long Tianyu’s expression turned cold. Behind her petite figure, an ancient, cyan-colored Cyan Dragon Soul manifested.
The hundred-meter-tall cyan dragon let out a Dragon Soul Roar.
"The Emperor’s Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Divine Technique!"
Granny Qinglian cried out in alarm, her face paling in shock.
Long Tianyu said, "So you do have some sense, old hag. Addressing you as ’Granny’ was a courtesy to the Returning Butterfly Sacred Land. But you’re old and insolent, an ungrateful fool who throws away respect when it’s offered."
Granny Qinglian’s face was grim. "Ruoxue, we’re leaving!"
As she spoke, she tapped her Dragon Sword Walking Stick against the void. It transformed into a streak of cyan light, and a ripple spread through the void before they vanished.
Their figures were completely gone.
Behind Long Tianyu, the massive cyan Dragon Soul quickly dissipated, and a hint of fatigue appeared on her face.
She looked up at Ye Tianling—who now stood a good six-foot-one.
Meanwhile, the thirteen-or-fourteen-year-old Long Tianyu was only about five-foot-three.
"Ye Tianling... or is it Long Tianling? Was that Dragon Soul Aura released by you?"
Her large eyes were exceptionally bright and captivating, filled with an extreme, spiritual light.
