From Family Fisherman to Water Virtue True Immortal-Chapter 263 - 258: Jin Zhanpeng

"Fellow Daoist, please go rescue those mortals. Leave this Great Demon to me!"

The golden-robed cultivator saw someone approaching, and immediately gave a hearty laugh, appearing quite confident, with victory in his grasp.

However, he didn’t know that the entire human clan on the island had already been rescued, leaving only this place.

Li Quanqing heard the young man’s words, was initially stunned for a moment, then couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

His appearance was indeed too deceptive, dressed in a flowing green Daoist robe, looking like a heroic young Daoist, still brimming with youthful vigor, as he hadn’t lived for such a long time.

To outsiders, he certainly seemed excessively young, not at all like a dignified great cultivator.

Only to see Li Quanqing’s Daoist robe sleeves waving, mana condensed, blocking the sky with a single hand, directly reaching into the depths of the flood, grabbing the Poisonous Flood Dragon in hand.

"Roar——"

With turbid waves surging to the heavens and startling waves crashing upon the shore, this python demon beast let out a terrified hiss, trying to flee into the depths of the waters, just seeking to save its life.

But the mana’s giant hand swept through, splitting the giant flood waves apart, descending from the sky, confining the Poisonous Flood Dragon, its expression aghast.

Though it was called a Flood Dragon Beast, it was actually just a dark green poisonous python, with a short horn growing from its head and two bulging lumps beneath its abdomen, with oily green pupils, looking quite toxic. freeweɓnøvel.com

Being caught up like this, the Poisonous Flood Dragon still attempted to resist.

It opened its mouth to spit out a green, oily poison fog, viscous like ink, with a pungent sweet smell, directly corroding a large boulder into pits and hollows.

Seeing this, Ao Qing widened its eyes, and Taiyin Moonlight shone between its scales, radiating holy light that illuminated the world.

In a sizzling sound, the poisonous fog was purified clean, dissipating into the world.

"Moo!!"

The Green Horned Fish Dragon coiled its body, with a bright moon rising behind it, like a resplendent divine ring, the dragon’s might pouring down, no longer concealed.

The Poisonous Flood Dragon, having never seen such a powerful mystical creature, was directly scared stiff, its bones going limp, foaming at the mouth, its eyes rolling back in terrified panic.

Not far away, the golden spiritual sculpture was also somewhat uneasy, with a fearful cry, hurriedly flapping its wings to land on a mountain top, not daring to rise into the sky.

Birds of prey mystical creatures mostly prey on pythons, being natural enemies, making them particularly sensitive to dragon might.

"P-Pay respects, Senior!"

The golden-robed cultivator, regardless of his rough mind, thoroughly understood at this moment, respectfully bowed with blushing cheeks.

Li Quanqing wouldn’t bother arguing with this junior, his mana-infused giant hand crushed through, directly shattering the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s bones, dying from a shattered liver and gall.

"I noticed your golden sculpture is about to break through Foundation Establishment; this Poisonous Flood Dragon’s corpse is yours then, as it has no significant use to me."

"Thank you, Senior!"

The young cultivator was immediately overjoyed, but did not order the golden sculpture to feed, instead first cutting off the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s horn to offer along with the original demon blood:

"Senior’s timely assistance is of great merit, and I feel uneasy if you do not accept these."

He truly is a respectful and prudent descendant, evidently well-taught by a major sect!

Li Quanqing marveled, knowing that switching this to a Qi Refining family’s cultivator, they wouldn’t be so generous.

Only a powerful sect upbringing, seeing a broader view, would be less concerned about these material things, as its just worldly possessions.

Ao Qing’s large head descended from the heavenly vault, sniffing around with its dragon whiskers fluttering.

Finally, it chose the lone horn to crunch as a snack, biting it into pieces and swallowing it down in a few bites.

Such a powerful Green-Scaled Flood Dragon!

Jin Zhanpeng’s pupils slightly contracted, this was a Foundation Establishment level horn, yet it was bitten to pieces as easily as eating a candy bean.

"You keep that blood; even if I hadn’t acted, this Poisonous Flood Dragon would have been slain sooner or later."

Li Quanqing descended from Ao Qing’s head, swung his sleeves, and his mana poured out sweeping through the mountains, eliminating the flood entirely.

"I wish I had this senior’s divine might one day as well..."

Jin Zhanpeng envied immensely, collected his thoughts, and fed the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s corpse to the golden sculpture.

The divine bird pecked at the beast, cracking it open, first biting the serpent gall into its mouth, eating with relish.

Then, without a hint of hesitation, the golden-robed cultivator took out a spiritual beast bag, releasing a red jade-like koi spiritual beast, its fins fluttering like clouds, slowly swimming in the water.

"Ying Ying!"

The red koi opened its mouth to let out a series of calls, started to swallow the Poisonous Flood Dragon’s essence blood, its scales radiating a glow like a layer of flames burning.

"What a Red Jade Carp, surely extraordinary in bloodline, are you a disciple of a sect?"

Li Quanqing took a few extra glances, finding the red koi’s bloodline even more potent than the Golden Pattern Jade Carp.

The golden-robed cultivator smiled faintly, not denying: "I am Jin Zhanpeng, ventured from the sect, roaming the sea domain for a hundred thousand miles, stepping upon the Foundation Establishment path, now preparing to visit an elder uncle at the Immortal City."

"Young man, you’re ambitious."

Li Quanqing marveled, knowing that despite his strong cultivation, he was essentially a homebody.

The farthest he’d traveled was only thirty thousand miles from his family to the Cold Chi Immortal City, not as experienced as this young fellow.

They chatted, taking some Poisonous Flood Dragon meat to grill with spiritual fire, the sizzling oil emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

For a moment, they conversed merrily.

With the same destination, the two ended up traveling together towards the Cold Chi Immortal City, the Green Flood Dragon soaring through the sky, the golden sculpture spreading its wings, grand in their display.

Snowflakes danced, a chilling aura filled the air, and a vast icy island appeared in view, an endless snowfield, towering ice mountains gleaming under the sunlight.

The cold wind howled, stirring up the white snow, ice shards thrust into the sky like raging sword ridges, or a reversing dragon spiraling above the tundra.

The Cold Chi Immortal City stood at the edge of the clouds, the majestic aura sensed from afar, bustling with gathered cultivators.

Jin Zhanpeng took out a Communication Jade Token, operated it, and with a hint of joy in his expression, "The disciple of my senior uncle has responded; someone will come to meet me soon, senior, won’t you join?"

"No, I also have someone to greet me, it’s best to part ways here."

Li Quanqing replied with a smile, as he didn’t conceal his aura, upon entering the Immortal City Sea Domain, he was sensed by the Cold Chi Master, who sent a wave of goodwill through the void.

Jin Zhanpeng felt a bit of regret upon hearing this.

Despite the short interaction, he could perceive that this elder held an unfathomable cultivation, often providing insightful guidance.

It’s truly unfortunate not to deepen this relationship.

Finally, they were about to reach the Immortal City sky, with interwoven array patterns locking the void, forbidding cultivators from treading the air.

But at the city gate, a handsome cultivator dressed in a snow-white robe hovered, smiling as he looked at them.

He appeared to be around thirty, but his snow-white hair and cold aura gave an ageless quality, with ice-blue pupils seemingly capable of freezing everything.

"Uncle, why have you come in person!"

Jin Zhanpeng was extremely surprised and flattered, his heart pounding vigorously.

Li Quanqing glanced at the young man, nodding with a smile, offering a slight bow: "Li Quanqing from the Shuihua Sea Domain, greetings, Fellow Daoist Cold Chi!"

Who would have thought, this person before them was actually the master of the Immortal City, Cold Chi True Person.

What surprised Li Quanqing even more was that Cold Chi True Person, always claiming to be a Loose Cultivator, actually had a sect disciple identity!