119 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

**Return to Home: Rampaging Dragon Maiden** **Home** > **Rampaging Dragon Maiden Info Page** > **Latest Chapter of Rampaging Dragon Maiden** > **Chapter 119** Chapter 119 Previous Chapter Bookmark Manage Bookshelf Return to Table of Contents Next Chapter Hui Hao Zi, who was meditating in the seclusion chamber, was jolted awake by the sudden explosion. Interrupting his cultivation halfway had left him thoroughly irate. He assumed that the little flood dragon had provoked something it shouldn't have. Who would have thought someone would come directly to cause trouble? Infuriated, he roared, "Outrageous! For a mere Golden Core cultivator to dare bomb my cave abode, clearly tired of living!" He got up and walked out of the seclusion chamber. Seeing the little flood dragon standing not far away, he frowned and looked towards the cave entrance, where he saw a blue-clad woman storming in, casually throwing several low-tier magical artifacts. "Explode!" Another burst of blinding white light ensued, accompanied by a loud ringing in his ears. Hui Hao Zi instinctively raised his hand to block. Before he could make a move, Sheng Lan threw another magical treasure—a treasure seal. "A magical treasure?!" Hui Hao Zi was astounded. How could this small Golden Core cultivator possess a magical treasure? Moreover, it was the famous Heavenly Flip Seal of Northern Continent. The Heavenly Flip Seal transformed into an enormous mountain, pressing down on Hui Hao Zi like Mount Tai. Despite his Transcendence cultivation, he felt his legs creak under the pressure, unable to move, utterly pinned down. Sheng Lan had stolen the Heavenly Flip Seal from her grandfather. Despite her limited cultivation, she could mobilize only one-tenth of its power. However, half an hour of confining a great demon was more than enough. "Who are you?" Hui Hao Zi knew the owner of the Heavenly Flip Seal, a mighty Nascent Soul master of Northern Continent. When did he ever provoke such a person? Glancing at the little flood dragon, he saw the surprise on her face, realizing this person must be related to her. Instant regret filled his heart. Bai Fan was also shocked. She never expected Sheng Lan to come looking herself. Seeing Hui Hao Zi pinned by a single treasure seal, she quickly realized the opponent was well-prepared. Knowing a fight was inevitable, she hurriedly put the pill furnace back into her storage pouch, fearing the aftermath might destroy the room. After all, there were many spirit herbs stored there. With this in mind, she turned and dashed out of the cave. From behind, Sheng Lan's voice boomed, "Thief, where are you running?" Without looking back, Bai Fan's heart fumed at being repeatedly called a thief. As Sheng Lan pursued, she saw Bai Fan hovering in mid-air, waiting, with a white sword in her hand radiating an icy aura as if from the deepest abyss. Although surprised by Bai Fan’s formidable stance, Sheng Lan was not scared. Instead, her killing intent was stirred. "Why aren't you running? Hand over the gold bangle to me." Bai Fan, disinclined to waste words, knew that only a fight could settle this feud. She was fed up with being called a thief. "Hmph, not even bothering to argue. It seems you're beyond saving. Today, I'll kill you to avenge my previous humiliation." Sheng Lan threw a magical artifact. Having brought many, she planned to maximize their effect by detonating them. "Boom." Bai Fan dodged away from the white light rushing towards her face, but the explosion radius was too wide, striking her. She spat out two mouthfuls of blood. Wiping the blood from her lips, Bai Fan glared at Sheng Lan, tired of this woman. Inwardly, she complained. "Just because you're rich, does that mean you can treat magical artifacts like landmines? If not for your Nascent Soul grandfather, you'd have been shredded long ago." Sheng Lan's cultivation was not solid, often skipping training. Unlike Bai Fan, who defied fate with each breakthrough accompanied by tribulations, Sheng Lan had a privileged life. A minor grievance would erupt like a volcano for her. Lifting her sword maru, Bai Fan wielded her white sword, aiming the blade forward, pouring her spiritual energy into it. The white sword grew larger, emitting frigid air that froze the surrounding air, even coating the green leaves with frost. This sword, paired with the techniques from the underground jade scroll, now summoned heavy snow and fierce winds. The previous floral serenity turned into a bitterly cold storm with endless killing intent. Seeing this, Sheng Lan also drew her long sword, with a single swing sending a crescent blade beam that echoed off Bai Fan's white sword. After surviving the ambush of Red and White Shuangsha, Bai Fan found this attack akin to a light scratch. Compared to their treachery, Sheng Lan’s strikes were structured and predictable. Having refined the sword maru, Bai Fan wielded it smoothly. Utilizing the spells she'd learned, she was holding her own well in this duel. With their swords clashing, Bai Fan's improved control over her spiritual energy allowed her to last longer without draining quickly. On the other hand, Sheng Lan was visibly tiring. After several dozen rounds, Bai Fan disarmed Sheng Lan with a forceful strike. Sheng Lan, terrified by Bai Fan's swordsmanship, realized that despite seeing countless sword techniques from her grandfather, she had never witnessed such a one. This style anticipated the opponent's every move, leaving him utterly baffled and yielding no advantage. Infuriated, Sheng Lan stomped her foot and shouted, "I'm not a sword cultivator; I won't duel you with swords." She pulled out a myriad of magical artifacts, tossing them all at Bai Fan. "Explode." With another series of blasts, Bai Fan coughed up blood again. Having suffered multiple setbacks from this tactic, Bai Fan was enraged. This lavish approach to detonating magical artifacts infuriated her, proving that wealth equated to power even in this life. Being rich was supposed to be a bragging right here too? If I strip your storage pouch, let's see what you can throw next. Her eyes darted to Sheng Lan’s storage pouch repeatedly. Spitting out the blood in her mouth, she multiplied her white sword into three, then nine, then twenty-seven, all pointing in one direction. Sheng Lan panicked and threw out a magical shield. Bai Fan didn't so much as frown, pushing her sword rain forward like a storm. The shield began to crack under the relentless assault, on the verge of breaking. Frantically rummaging through her pouch for defensive artifacts, Sheng Lan was delayed by carrying too many items. Sensing an opportunity, Bai Fan surged forward. Catching on, Sheng Lan extended a hand for another clash, expect attacks like before, but Bai Fan slipped past her, snatching the storage pouch from Sheng Lan's waist. Flipping backward, Bai Fan returned to her previous position. Seeing her pouch in Bai Fan's hand, Sheng Lan screamed, "Thief, give that back!" The word "thief" twisted Bai Fan's brows into knots. "If you like the word ‘thief’ so much, let me show you what a real thief does." She grasped the pouch, summoning a blaze of pill fire. The tiny pouch burned a hole immediately, spewing magical artifacts everywhere, causing Sheng Lan to leap in distress. "Since you don't treasure your resources, let me enlighten you. If you’re going to throw them away anyway, I'll help you." Sheng Lan shouted, "Thief, if you don't return it, I'll have my grandfather kill you next time." Nostrils flaring, Bai Fan smashed the pouch with her fist, sending the hoarded magical artifacts flying like meteors. From a distance, it looked like countless shooting stars falling from the sky. "Thief, I won’t forgive you!" She dashed towards Bai Fan like an arrow, too furious even to use a spell, relying purely on her spiritual energy to punch. Bai Fan remained unfazed; she never feared a fistfight, with the heritage of a flood dragon behind her. A smile formed on her lips as Sheng Lan drew near; Bai Fan braced to deliver a heavy blow of her own. However, knowing that her opponent had a Nascent Soul grandfather, Bai Fan didn't intend to kill Sheng Lan. She merely aimed to prevent her from causing future trouble. Their fists collided, and Sheng Lan's expression twisted in pain as a cracking sound was heard. Her bones shattered from her fingertips to her arm, leaving her entire limb limp and powerless. Retracting her fist, Bai Fan stood firm. Tears streamed down Sheng Lan's face as she clutched her arm. Looking up, she fixed her tear-filled, hateful eyes on Bai Fan, as though she had endured the gravest injustice. "Thief, just you wait! I'll flay you alive, strip your tendons, and feed you to wild wolves." As she spoke, Sheng Lan reached for a teleportation talisman. Bai Fan, anticipating this move from their prior encounter, swiftly snatched it from her hand. She let out a sigh of relief, having prepared for Sheng Lan's sneaky tactic. Sheng Lan froze, stunned by the loss of her teleportation talisman. "Give it back to me!" Bai Fan's face was laced with sarcasm, her words dripping with mockery. "I don’t understand why you harbor such a grudge against me. At most, I confined you in that bangle for a few months. Yet, you killed our captive and accused us of theft. We intended to return the bangle to you; if not for the Flower Guild, it would have been returned long ago." Sheng Lan glared with resentment. "You claim to save my life by taking my possessions. You imprisoned me for more than a few months! Time inside that gold bangle flows differently; I was confined there for four whole years." While speaking, her other hand secretly gathered power, aiming to strike Bai Fan's heart and kill her with one blow. Just as Bai Fan opened her mouth to retort, Sheng Lan's palm shot forward, targeting her heart. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or donated nutrient fluid ~ Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: 24748811 1 time; Thanks to the little angels who donated [Nutrient Fluid]: Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Home | Desktop Version | Bookshelf | Comprehensive Novel List | Popular Novels