85 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Thunderclouds occasionally saw a dragon's tail sweeping across, with the roaring of dragons and thunderclaps clashing against each other. Intense flashes of lightning collided within the clouds. Bai Fan endured the thundering lightning above her head as the two-colored golden core within her body spun wildly, continuously channeling spiritual energy throughout her body, repairing her damaged tissues. What was once a wrecked body gradually healed, but the blood within her was dwindling. Bai Fan felt as though the path ahead was endless. At this moment, she was utterly exhausted, her eyelids drooping, and her pupils lacked the previous vigor. "Boom." A massive bolt of lightning struck Bai Fan's head. She lifted her head, her forelegs stepping onto the clouds, opening her maw filled with sharp fangs. Her throat felt stuck, unable to cough out whatever was there. "Roar." Bai Fan roared in discomfort as the fierce strike hit her head, making her feel like she'd been struck heavily. She fell from the clouds, headfirst. The icy air drilled into her lungs, clearing her mind instantly. She couldn't die here. Looking at the spot where He Yiman stood, her figure as small as a speck of light, resembling a firefly in the night, it reminded Bai Fan of all the things she had yet to do. She had countless people waiting for her to return: Xuan Ming's joyfully expectant master, the Fire Qilin of Wan Feng Terrace, Zhou Senior Brother who gave her the little gourd, the Shan Mei Senior Sister from East Continent, and her little follower Erchun. "I can't die yet. It's not that easy for me to die." With her eyes wide open, Bai Fan crashed to the ground, alerting the cultivators below. "Is she dead?" "Not yet, I think, the thunder tribulation doesn't seem to have ended." "I think she's almost dead." Some people, ready to move, appeared poised to seize her body once the thunder tribulation ended. After all, that was a dragon—a real dragon. They couldn't care less whether she was dead or not—they just wanted to split her apart immediately. Seeing Bai Fan crash to the ground, He Yiman almost rushed over but was held back by Mingzhu: "Don't be hasty. That's a thunder tribulation down there. If you go, the heavenly thunder won't spare you either. Going down now would be a death wish. The thunder tribulation is something she must endure on her own." Mingzhu's face turned grim as she glanced at the eager cultivators not far away. He Yiman stared at the thunder tribulation above, unable to move forward, furrowing her brow in silent frustration. Even after Bai Fan fell, the thunder tribulation did not cease. Lightning constantly flickered on her dragon body, continuously extracting her vital essence. When the last drop of blood in Bai Fan's body was scorched dry, she furiously climbed up from the ground. Her two forelegs smashed onto the ground as she roared to the sky. Her once-gold eyes turned crimson red, her remaining sanity barely holding on, bordering on madness. "Roar." Bai Fan felt a surge of energy in her chest about to burst forth. She lifted her head, opened her mouth wide towards the sky. The thunder tribulation seemed to sense her near-death state, converging all the lightning into a heavenly giant sword, striking down in an instant. All anyone could see was the bolt of lightning above, a blinding flash that momentarily blinded them. The thunderous roar that followed made everyone cover their ears, feeling the ground of North Continent tremble. When the roar subsided, everyone, now with uncovered ears, opened their eyes and looked at where Bai Fan stood. There was now a huge crater in that spot, and the oppressive thunderclouds had dispersed. "Is she dead?" "She should be. See, the thunder tribulation has passed." "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go and see if there's anything left." Without concern for their own cultivation, many cultivators rushed forward, faces full of excitement. Just as they neared the crater, a woman stepped out, blocking their path. Wrapped in a white robe, standing barefoot, she walked step by step towards them, arms crossed, staring down the cultivators with a grim face. Several cultivators who had just rushed over shouted, "What do you want? Get out of the way!" Mingzhu's red lips parted slightly, her small chin moving as she spoke, "Who's getting out of the way isn't certain yet." Seeing Mingzhu as a seemingly weak woman with only a Golden Core early-stage cultivation, the cultivators mocked her. "Hmph, such arrogance." "A mere early-stage Golden Core wants to stop us? Overestimating yourself." "Dressed so provocatively, just another loose woman, thinking she's invincible because of some cultivation." "There's no place in North Continent we can't go. Be sensible and get out of the way." Mingzhu's lips shut, she stomped the ground, causing a tremble that made the cultivators lose balance, retreating a step to stabilize. Before they could react, Mingzhu moved like a ghost into the crowd. Her jade-like hand transformed into a crystalline bone, thrusting through a cultivator's chest and out his back in an instant. The stunned cultivator saw the bone piercing his chest, wanting to speak but unable. Mingzhu withdrew her arm, taking a trail of blood droplets. The cultivator fell to the desolate sand, the others retreating several yards in shock. Mingzhu's arm, still a crystalline bone, remained spotless, exuding a surreal beauty. The cultivators watched in astonishment and fear, shouting, "She's not human, retreat." Only Mingzhu's revealed form seemed to rattle those blinded by greed. With trembling hands, they drew their weapons, wary of Mingzhu. "I said, who's getting out of the way isn't certain." Mingzhu carefully rolled up her sleeves, the garment being Night River's—she didn't want it stained by others, especially these ants. Though some were cowardly, others were bold. Regardless of whether the dragon was dead or alive, it was on its last breath. Gaining anything from it would be more significant than any opportunity, even risking one's life. North Continent's resources were just too scarce. "Don't fear her; she's just one person. We have numbers. We can take her down. Ahead is a dragon." His words ignited everyone's hearts. They had trained in North Continent for centuries, always limited by lack of resources. Before them was a dragon, regardless of enemies; they had to try. Success meant immense gains, and chances of dying seemed distant. "Attack!" "Charge!" The cultivators rushed with swords and spells at Mingzhu, who stood her ground amidst them. Being a spiritborn, superior to most races other than dragons, she felt no fear. "I won't let you disturb Night River." With a kick, she broke a cultivator's leg with a crack. Her transparent bone arm sliced through lives swiftly and deftly, facing all attackers unafraid, even at her current Golden Core early stage. Avoiding bloodstains for her robe's sake, Mingzhu continued until half the attackers lay dead. Realization struck the greed-blinded, screaming in despair, "How? She's just a Golden Core! How can she..." "No, she's not human. She's a monster." The cultivators, terrified, turned and fled, leaving behind a pile of corpses at Mingzhu's feet. She leaped away and, with a flick of her wrist, set the bodies ablaze with a flicker of alchemical fire, reducing them to ash. She then meticulously inspected her robes, but her face grew frustrated upon spotting a small bloodstain on the hem. "It seems I've been inactive for too long, failing such a simple task. What if Night River gets upset with me later?" Gripping the stained part of her robe, she hastily made her way to the crater where Bai Fan lay. He Yiman had just arrived and, seeing the dragon lying in the pit, breathed a sigh of relief. During the final strike, Bai Fan had suddenly unleashed a breath of poison. The cyan flames intertwined with the thunder tribulation, neutralizing a significant portion of its force. The remainder of the lightning that struck her had not claimed her life outright, but she was gravely injured. Her vital essence was drained dry, her meridians severely damaged, and heavenly thunder still coiled around her golden core, each spark causing her to cough again. Her orange-yellow blood had dyed her garments. "Are you alright?" He Yiman jumped down and crouched beside Bai Fan, hesitating to touch her wounds. Bai Fan's bones were shattered, and touching her rashly might worsen her condition. Bai Fan lay motionless, barely opening her eyes to see the green skirt before her. In a weak voice, she said, "I'm fine. Still alive." She spat another mouthful of blood, which sizzled upon hitting the ground, leaving a circle of lightning around it. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ I'm running a bit late today, still diligently writing. Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or nourished me with nutrient solution~ Thank you to the little angel who voted with [Grenade]: 1 from Suiyi. Thank you to the little angels who nourished me with [Nutrient Solution]: I am extremely grateful for everyone's support. I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Homepage Computer Version Bookshelf Novel Collection Popular Novels