Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 474 - 386: Qing, when do you plan to marry me? Give me a clear answer quickly?! _3
"If we want our Disciples to catch up with Hua Menghuang, the best course of action is to draw Bo Qing away from Hua Menghuang’s side. Keep Bo Qing occupied with other matters, so she has no focus to spare for cultivating the Dream Tao!"
Shi Lingfang’s eyes gradually brightened.
Soon, both parties reached a consensus. Before expelling Hua Menghuang from the contest for The Destiny of Great Dreams, they formed an alliance, their Disciples joining forces against Hua Menghuang.
「Meanwhile, in the far depths of the Endless Sea Area.」
Within the Abyssal Ocean, the domain of the Demon Clan’s Demon Court, eight immense Demon Clan wills silently observed the light screen, where Hua Menghuang was shown summoning the Dream Sword.
The Dream Tao path had yet to fully materialize, yet a Holy Artifact of Dream Tao had come to her of its own accord. Such talent, ingenuity, and fortune were terrifying!
「Half a day later.」
An edict swept through the four Holy Lands of the Demon Clan: Whoever slays Hua Menghuang can become the lord of a Holy Land!
From then on, Hua Menghuang’s reputation soared among both the Human Race and the Demon Clan, eclipsing the other eight Great Dream Seeds.
「...」
A tree that stands out in the forest is sure to be broken by the wind. A bank that juts out from the shore is sure to be eroded by the current.
Watching Hua Menghuang, still honing her body, Hong Yuan’s Sword Body involuntarily recalled this saying.
His Demonic Body could not be concealed, and he had become the Destiny of the Demon Clan. This was because the Human Race was overwhelmingly powerful, and he had been forced to fight for his survival after being threatened by their Demon Slaying List.
In the end, his Demonic Body did become the Demon Clan’s Destiny, but he was also confined to the Dragon God Sacred Land, dutifully acting as a farmer, either planting trees or cultivating the Destiny Demon Realm.
But Hua Menghuang had actively thrown herself into the Great Dream contest, vowing not to rest until she became the Human Race Destiny. To me, that seems a bit too ’heretical.’
Heh, as long as my conscience is clear, that’s all that matters. Hong Yuan’s Sword Body thought, a faint smile on its face.
Up ahead, Hua Menghuang had thrown herself into a turquoise river. She had to dodge falling rocks and giant logs, as well as attacks from Ferocious Beasts in the water, all while making her way to the river’s end.
In the process, the dragon-like spine within her body was gradually activated and developed, while her muscles and skin became whiter and more jade-like.
This was highly unusual. Soaking in water for extended periods would typically cause skin to become pallid, yet Hua Menghuang was actually obtaining Creation in this turquoise river.
Come on, come on...
I can do this. I definitely can... 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Hua Menghuang encouraged herself, her wet, dark hair clinging to her face. Her green dress also clung to her body, revealing the beautiful curves of a young woman.
Under the watchful eyes of Hong Yuan and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, the river surged with raging waves, forcing Hua Menghuang to slow her pace. Yet her steps remained firm, each one taken with unwavering determination.
Such willpower was enough to command respect!
I’ve taught you the core principles of the Human Strength Equilibrium Flow from the Power Tao. Don’t disappoint me; dig deep and unlock your potential, Hong Yuan thought, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
He wasn’t helping Hua Menghuang unearth her potential for no reason. After all, there was a very high probability that Hua Menghuang could become the Human Race Destiny, the Great Dream Emperor. This is a stalling tactic! Wanting everything is all well and good. But that... requires time... Once I, Hong Yuan, achieve the Supreme Grandmaster Achievement in the Dream Tao, they can make all the commotion they want. As long as I live, the Great Dream Emperor will never emerge!
CRASH—
The river suddenly became tumultuous and perilous, waves forcing Hua Menghuang downstream and compelling her to start over.
Hua Menghuang exhaled sharply and patted her own flushed cheeks. "You can do this, Hua Menghuang! You cannot let down your two masters!"
She clenched her teeth and continued forward, step by step.
Perched on the riverbank, Hong Yuan sensed Hua Menghuang’s formidable will, his eyes narrowing slightly as a flash of blue Sword Light glinted within them.
Hong Yuan’s vision began to change: he saw Hua Menghuang’s azure and ethereal Dream Tao Holy Sword.
It was at this precise moment that the Heavenly River Sword within Hong Yuan’s Sword Body emitted a faint hum. The Heavenly River Sword sensed a threat from this Dream Sword and was on high alert.
The Heavenly River Sword has now reached the seventh-tier Saint level, while this Dream Sword is merely sixth-tier. Tsk, tsk. Dream Tao Holy Artifacts are truly formidable; no wonder the Demon Court values Hua Menghuang so highly.
Moreover, isn’t this a classic case of the student surpassing the master—the blue extracted from indigo being bluer than indigo itself? Hong Yuan chuckled internally, finding it amusing.
He knew that Dream Tao Holy Artifacts were more formidable than those of ordinary paths. After all, the world itself currently favored the Dream Tao, and its Tao Marks were gradually becoming more active. In the parlance of his past life, these changes in the world were like a game update. At such times, certain ’heroes’ or ’equipment’ would simply be overwhelmingly powerful—an irresistible force.
Yet Hong Yuan had never imagined that the Dream Tao could be this potent. A sixth-tier Dream Tao Holy Artifact could make a seventh-tier Water Tao Holy Artifact feel threatened, especially when that seventh-tier Water Tao Holy Artifact was already tinged with the essence of the Dream Tao’s origin.
Involuntarily, Hong Yuan found himself increasingly anticipating what kind of Dream Tao Holy Artifact he himself would refine.
Snatching Hua Menghuang’s Dream Sword, her Holy Artifact, is impossible now. After all, individuals at the level of an Emperor’s son are paying attention. But the fact that my Demonic Body can refine Holy Artifacts will likely astonish everyone! Haha, Dream Tao Holy Artifacts, Hong Yuan is coming for you!
Hong Yuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at Hua Menghuang with an expressionless face, yet a sense of joy bloomed in his heart. This exhilarating feeling was difficult to put into words.
「Sunset gave way to moonrise.」
Come nightfall, Hua Menghuang had still not reached the opposite bank of the river; her progress had only taken her to midstream.
Summoned by the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, Hua Menghuang returned to the shore to recuperate.
「That night.」
The moon shone brightly, and the stars were sparse.
Hua Menghuang had long since departed, leaving only Hong Yuan and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint in the Colorful Butterfly Garden.
"Limin, are we still refining swords tonight?" Hong Yuan asked softly.
A slight flush crept onto the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint’s face. Her gaze faltered, a misty, dreamy look entering her eyes. She shot Hong Yuan a look of feigned annoyance, then waved her jade-like hand, activating the Colorful Butterfly Garden’s Protection Array, making it difficult for outsiders to observe the events within.
"Heavenly River Sword, arise." Hong Yuan lightly patted his waist. The Heavenly River Sword rose into the air, ripples of water appearing around it as it transformed into a small, azure water dragon.
The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, as proud and cool as a snow lotus on an iceberg, also lightly patted the Colorful Butterfly Sword at her waist. "Colorful Butterfly Sword, arise."
The Colorful Butterfly Sword rose gracefully, and with a burst of fiery light, it transformed into a flame butterfly.
Afterward, Hong Yuan’s and the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint’s auras quickly synchronized, each openly sharing their insights into the Sword Tao with the other.
CLINK, CLINK...
CLINK, CLANG...
Accompanied by two distinct frequencies of sword hums, a startling change took place.
「Some time later.」
Hong Yuan sat on a bench, leaning against a deeply carved red pillar. His hand gently stroked the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint’s back. A delicate, intoxicatingly pleasant fragrance wafted from her body.
The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint quietly nestled against his arm, her beautiful eyes blinking like stars in the night sky.
Suddenly, she looked up at Hong Yuan and said softly, "Qing, when do you plan to marry me? You need to give me a definite answer soon!"
THUMP, THUMP—
Hong Yuan’s heart sank, and his pupils dilated slightly.
The strategy of using the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint’s connections to infiltrate the Heavenly Palace was on the verge of success, so why did I still feel a sliver of unease...?
