I Have an Omen System-Chapter 114 - 109: White Bone Cairn

’Those damn humans are as cunning as ever! To think Ye Lan is actually a member of the Daqian Royal Family. I have to get this news back to my clan.

Otherwise, who knows how many of my clansmen will fall victim to their treachery in the future.’

Aao Peak plunged into the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, fleeing frantically.

A faint, dark light materialized around his jet-black scales, warding off the corrosive power of the Spirit-Eroding Spirit Weak Water.

’Ye Lan is definitely waiting for me on the shore. I’ll just lie low and avoid him for now.’

With that thought, Aao Peak fled even farther.

The moment his Demon Flood Dragon true form entered the water, the jagged stump of his severed tail stopped bleeding, and the wound even began to slowly heal.

Just then, a majestic voice suddenly thundered in Aao Peak’s ears.

In a daze, Aao Peak thought he saw the phantom of a hundred-zhang-long, blood-red Flood Dragon coiled on the seabed before him.

"What insolent whelp dares disturb my seclusion!"

BOOM!

A ball of blood-red dragon flame erupted from its mouth. It was like a Flood Dragon’s breath, radiating scorching heat. To Aao Peak, the True Flame Power it contained was no less potent than a Positional Divine Technique!

Aao Peak’s body trembled. A deep shudder surged from the depths of his soul, one that had nothing to do with his Cultivation but stemmed purely from Bloodline suppression.

He had only ever felt this level of bloodline pressure from his clan’s Grand Elder—the one with the purest bloodline, who was on the verge of transforming into a true dragon.

’A senior from the Blood Flood Dragon Race...’

Aao Peak shuddered in fear, but once he recognized the other’s origin, he surprisingly wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, his expression grew animated.

"I am Aao Peak of the Black Horned Flood Dragon Race. I meant no disrespect by my intrusion."

"Honored Senior, please accept this junior’s obeisance!"

Aao Peak shifted into his human form and immediately prostrated himself.

He didn’t have the slightest doubt.

Demon Race Cultivators had a simpler method of identifying auras than the Human Race. They only needed to sense a person’s Bloodline to recognize their origins.

And a Bloodline was the most difficult thing to fake.

This was especially true for the True Dragon Bloodline within the Demon Race. It was set at the moment of birth and could only be purified step by step through cultivation.

If one didn’t possess an innate True Dragon Bloodline, it was fundamentally impossible to feign.

’This Blood Flood Dragon senior must be a Golden Core True Monarch sent by the clan to protect us in secret. I absolutely cannot expose his presence.’

Aao Peak was certain of it, and his posture became even more reverent.

’My wounds can be healed!’

Qin Xuan looked at Aao Peak, who was prostrate and trembling before him. He wasn’t the least bit frightened; on the contrary, the joy on his face only grew more intense.

A sliver of suspicion couldn’t help but rise in Qin Xuan’s heart.

’This kid is really gullible. He doesn’t doubt my origins at all?’

’Something’s definitely not right!’

Even though the Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman could perfectly simulate the appearance of the Elder Blood Flood Dragon, and the Blood Flood Dragon Pearl held an innate power of intimidation over Demon Race Cultivators, Qin Xuan was still wary.

"So, a junior of the Black Horned clan. Very well. Our meeting must be fate. This is Blood Healing Spirit Dew. Take it, and it will heal your wounds."

"Leave quickly after you’ve taken it. Don’t let anyone else spot you."

Qin Xuan maintained the form of the Python Robe-clad Elder Blood Flood Dragon he had seen before. Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, he coldly tossed down the bottle of Soul-Binding Spirit-Locking Liquid, the very picture of aloof arrogance.

"Thank you, Senior Blood Flood Dragon, for bestowing this Spiritual Object upon me!"

Aao Peak slammed his forehead onto the seabed with several loud THUDS.

He thought smugly, ’I was right! The senior really was sent by the clan to protect us!’

He tilted his head back and, GLUG GLUG, downed the viscous, emerald-green poison in one go.

Aao Peak’s behavior for a moment left even Qin Xuan—a Holy Sect Demon Cultivator accustomed to a world of constant deceit and betrayal—feeling a little unsettled.

"Senior, after drinking this... why do I feel like my insides are slowly turning to stone? Circulating my Spiritual Power feels like being cut by knives, and my Divine Soul is becoming sluggish..."

Aao Peak murmured, his face a mask of confusion.

Qin Xuan said, "It’s nothing. The fact that you feel discomfort proves the Spirit Medicine is working. Don’t try to resist its effects with your True Essence."

"Alright!" Aao Peak nodded emphatically.

"Oh, right, Senior! There’s one more piece of extremely important news. You must help me relay it back to the clan."

Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Go on."

"That Ye Lan is a scion of the Daqian Royal Family and has inherited the Daqian Emperor Monarch’s Dharma Aspect. For some reason, he managed to infiltrate the Cyan Cloud Sect and even became their First True Inheritance Disciple."

"I suspect there must be some secret deal between the Daqian Royal Family and the higher-ups of the Cyan Cloud Sect."

A chill ran through Qin Xuan’s heart.

’I can’t believe Ye Lan is from the Daqian Royal Family!’

This information was extremely valuable to him.

He carried the karma of the Ten Thousand Forms Resentful Demon Monarch. Any time he encountered someone from the Daqian Royal Family, he was bound to exterminate them completely!

At almost the exact same moment, Qin Xuan felt the Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman, which he was nurturing in his Dantian, begin to stir restlessly.

It seemed to be urging Qin Xuan to go and slay Ye Lan, this scion of the Daqian Royal Family, right now.

Qin Xuan said, "Tell me everything you know about this Ye Lan in detail."

"As you command."

As if pouring beans from a bamboo tube, Aao Peak spilled everything he had seen: the Taiyi Yin Vine Positional Divine Technique and the phantom of the Golden Robe Emperor Monarch’s Dharma Aspect.

He even went on to describe the current situation on Demon Flood Dragon Island and the power structure of the East Sea Demon Race in great detail. He was almost too honest.

As he continued to speak, Aao Peak grew dizzy and began to sway on his feet.

"Senior, I feel so awful... I think I need to sleep..."

He didn’t even finish speaking.

THUD!

With a tremendous crash, Aao Peak reverted to his ninety-plus-zhang-long Flood Dragon true form and slammed heavily onto the floor of the Bone-Eroding Demon Sea, churning up a vast area of water and sinking deep into the muck below.

He never suspected Qin Xuan, not even at the moment of his death.

"Damn, that poison took effect fast."

Qin Xuan shook his head in disappointment. He had prepared at least three more backup plans, but Aao Peak had already kicked the bucket.

Still, Aao Peak’s simple-mindedness had left Qin Xuan quite astonished.

’Absorbing his blood won’t make me stupid too, will it?’

His Divine Soul had been riddled with holes by the poison, leaving behind nothing but the empty husk of his Flood Dragon true form.

It was just as his Golden Finger had said.

Encounter a Demon Race prodigy, and a juicy opportunity just falls right into your lap!

’It seems that Elder Blood Flood Dragon’s status among the East Sea Demon Race is extremely high. His bloodline is probably second only to the True Dragon Race!’

Qin Xuan glanced at the crystal-clear Blood Flood Dragon Pearl in his hand and suddenly understood.

The reason things had gone so smoothly was most likely because of this treasure.

"Perfect. Now, let me see just what this Seventh-Grade Opportunity on you is!"

Qin Xuan began searching the jet-black Flood Dragon corpse.

Finally, about three feet below the Flood Dragon’s jaw, he found a palm-sized, pitch-black, diamond-shaped scale growing against the grain.

In a flash of insight, he knew.

This was the Seventh-Grade Opportunity!

[Black-Horned Ink Flood Dragon’s Reverse Scale]

[Possessed by a member of the eight-hundred-year-old Black Horned Ink Flood Dragon Royal Family from the East Sea. It carries the origin aura of a Flood Dragon and has a built-in storage function with immense space.

Grants extreme defense, making it impervious to all techniques.]

A stream of information flooded his mind.

"So that’s how it is. This Black-Horned Flood Dragon isn’t even an adult yet!"

A human lives for a century; for a dragon, a century is but a single year.

The Black Horned Flood Dragon Race possesses a trace of True Dragon Bloodline, so they mature slowly. While not as extreme as a True Dragon, it’s not far off.

Even though this Black-Horned Flood Dragon had a Human Dao Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer Cultivation, its actual intelligence was no different from that of a ten-year-old mortal child.

All of his power was in his combat prowess.

They have to grow for about a thousand years, automatically reaching the Void Mansion Realm, before their intelligence matches that of a normal adult human.

You could say they traded brains for brawn.

The upside is that they face virtually no barriers before the Purple Mansion Realm. They grow like weeds, and after a thousand years, they can automatically break through to the Void Mansion Realm without any bottlenecks.

"No wonder all sorts of Spirit Monsters and Ghosts want to take human form. In the end, the Human Race are truly the favored children of heaven and earth."

Qin Xuan toyed with the Black-Horned Flood Dragon’s Reverse Scale, growing more interested the more he examined it. He probed it with his Divine Sense and discovered a vast space inside, a hundred zhang square!

The stability of this space far exceeded that of an ordinary Storage Ring. It could even automatically draw in the surrounding air, allowing living things to be kept inside.

It had a myriad of uses.

However, inside this Reverse Scale Space, Qin Xuan didn’t find any Treasures of Heaven and Earth. Instead, he found more than ten towering Bone Cairns made from the skulls of the Human Race.

There were skulls from men and women, old and young. The rest of their mangled remains were piled to one side, their deaths having been horrific.

They had even been sorted by age and whether they had any Cultivation, then arranged into various crooked and twisted shapes.

The sight of over a thousand skulls with their dark, hollow sockets all facing him was utterly bone-chilling.