The Quest for Immortality

”Evil Dragon?” Mo Hua paused, glancing at Elder Xun Zixian.

Xun Zixian pondered and said, ”The dragon is an ancient divine beast, also the totem passed down through the Dao Court Emperor’s lineage. It calls the wind and summons the rain, commands thunder, and wields supreme, unmatched power.”

”Everything about the dragon—dragon soul, dragon bones, dragon meat, dragon blood, dragon scales—all are precious divine treasures.”

”Countless cultivators throughout the world wish to draw tremendous strength from the ’dragon,’ and thus various Daoist cultivation methods have arisen.”

”Among these cultivation methods, there are both righteous and evil ones.”

”Of the righteous, some examples are the Azure Dragon Skill, Mystic Yellow Dragon Skill, Dragon Blood Body Refining Skill, or dragon martial arts, dragon force Taoist skills, dragon bone spiritual artifacts, dragon spirit pills... and so on.”

”But as for the evil dragon techniques, there are many as well. These are all forbidden arts in the Demon Path, utterly inaccessible to common cultivators...”

Xun Zixian’s gaze drifted to the distance, his expression grave:

”Within that dragon’s roar hides human resentment, brimming with murderous intent and an extremely heavy evil aura. Who knows what forbidden rituals were used to breed such an evil dragon...”

Mo Hua, however, understood—this was a Formation.

Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation...

It must have been Mr. Tu who altered the Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation, turning it into the Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation, using human flesh to nourish it and thus producing the power of the Evil Dragon.

Yet...

Mo Hua’s brow furrowed lightly.

If this Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation has truly become an ”Evil Formation,” with the Green Dragon now an evil dragon—can I still use it?

If I inscribe it as my own Magical Treasure’s pattern, wouldn’t I become a Demon Cultivator bearing an evil dragon myself?

Mo Hua looked off into the distance—blood qi filled the sky, the evil dragon’s screeches thundered, deafening the ears. Its overwhelming presence cast terror into every heart.

”Are dragons... truly this powerful?”

Mo Hua muttered under his breath.

Xun Zixian nodded. ”Anything even remotely related to ’dragon’ is never weak—and the evil dragon is certainly no exception.”

Dragon...

Mo Hua fell into a daze and, unexpectedly, thought of Junior Brother Bai Zisheng.

He vaguely recalled, back atop the Corpse Mountain in South Yue City, when junior brother’s body summoned the phantom of an Azure Dragon, then man and spear became one. With one immensely powerful spear technique, he pierced the chest of Lu Chengyun, the Lu Family Head, traitor to the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect, once master of the ’Corpse King.’

This spear technique seemed to be called ’Returning Dragon Spear.’

Bai Zisheng was a trueborn of the Bai Family, so does that mean the Bai family’s inheritance is also tied to the ’dragon’?

If that’s the case, the Bai Family is truly extraordinary.

”Anything associated with dragons is never weak...”

Mo Hua softly repeated the phrase, grumbling internally:

”I can’t speak for the other ’dragon’ techniques, but at the very least, that ’Dragon Soaring in the Sky’ my dumb junior brother taught me is a total scam. He just picked such a showy name because it sounded cool, in reality it’s all flash and no substance. Every time I tried it in a real fight, I’d end up beaten so badly I was picking my teeth off the ground later...”

Mo Hua was lost in thought, and as his mind wandered, memories of traveling the world with his master and fellow disciples rose unbidden—he felt a pang of nostalgia.

”I wonder where that idiot junior brother is these days...”

But he didn’t have long to reminisce—a terrifying dragon’s cry shattered his thoughts and dragged him back to reality. At the same time, even stronger waves of spiritual power tore through the distance—mountains fractured, blood-red marshes splashed through the air, and a rank, evil wind swept toward them.

This was the aftermath of a full-powered battle between late Golden Core Cultivators.

The shockwaves alone could shatter mountains and split stone, striking fear in all who felt them.

Xun Zixian stepped in front of Mo Hua, flicked his sleeve, and Eryi spun and condensed into a crystalline barrier of spiritual power, blocking the blast’s aftershocks and shielding Mo Hua.

Mo Hua finally felt somewhat at ease.

At the same time, he grew even more cautious.

When cultivators at the Golden Core Realm clash at full force, the power of their spiritual strength is truly terrifying. It seems my usual caution has been justified.

Scheming from behind the scenes and letting one Golden Core kill another—that’s one thing.

But if I had to fight with my own hands and set foot in such danger, even being grazed by these Golden Core techniques could easily result in my body being blown to pieces.

I underestimated the Golden Core level...

Mo Hua grew uneasy. ”Elder Zixian, can the Sect Elders handle this evil dragon’s power? Won’t it be dangerous?”

Xun Zixian’s brow furrowed slightly. After sensing for a moment, he shook his head and said:

”This evil dragon’s strength is fierce, but its foundation is weak. Either the cultivation technique is incomplete, or the spell point hasn’t been fully developed. It hasn’t reached its final form.”

”And this time, Taixu Gate has dispatched only experts. Ziyou’s sword intent is outstanding, plus the late Golden Core Elders from Tai’a and Chongxu’s two lineages—their three sword techniques complement one another. There shouldn’t be too much danger...”

Mo Hua felt somewhat relieved and asked again, ”Then is it possible to kill this demon head, imbued with evil dragon power?”

”Difficult,” Xun Zixian replied. ”It’ll depend on luck.”

Mo Hua let out a soft sigh.

If they can’t kill him, then there’s no way to capture him alive.

In that case, whether I can obtain this ’Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation Map’ is completely up in the air.

The savage dragon roars still echoed across Yanluo Mountain.

But after a while, a clear, refreshing zither melody rang out—like a mountain stream, soothing the heart and suppressing the rampaging evil dragon’s cries.

It seemed a Golden Core Elder had taken action, using music to contest the dragon’s roar.

Sure enough, the dragon’s roar weakened and its baleful aura diminished noticeably. Now when the dragon’s song reached the ear, it no longer struck terror as before.

”That is the Wenren family’s Heart-Clearing Zither—a rare zither-type magic treasure inheritance.” Xun Zixian explained.

Mo Hua nodded in acknowledgment.

He remembered that, among the Supervisors sent this time, there was a Golden Core Cultivator from the Wenren family’s line.

The zither’s notes suppressed the dragon’s cry, and moments later, spiritual power fluctuations rose violently again.

This siege, it seemed, had reached its fiery climax.