The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

The Evil Flood Dragon's heart swelled with exhilaration. The sky was its to soar, the sea its to plunder. As long as it gathered enough Fish People, what in this world could possibly stop it?

After inhaling another hundred Fish People, the Evil Flood Dragon shot toward the surface. It had been 7,600 years since it last saw the sun and moon, and it missed them dearly.

It swam out of the abyssal fissure to the riverbed, then shot toward the surface in a single, powerful burst.

The moment its massive body burst from the river's surface, all the onlookers were frozen in shock.

What followed was a massive uproar. Most of the crowd was cheering and screaming, "A dragon!"

"It's a real dragon!"

Many people pulled out their phones, cameras, and other devices, all pointed at the Evil Flood Dragon.

Xu Zong and Tang Xian were just as stunned, but they knew more about the situation.

Xu Zong's face was grim. "You're in charge of dispersing the crowd. Don't tell them the truth unless it's absolutely necessary. I'll take my men to intercept the Flood Dragon!"

"Alright!" Tang Xian replied, immediately moving to organize his people.

Meanwhile, Chen Dong had grabbed a set of a Fish Person's clothes before bursting from the river's surface as well.

His Outer Manifestation coalesced and once again struck at the Evil Flood Dragon.

The Evil Flood Dragon spiraled into the air, effortlessly dodging the attack from Chen Dong's Outer Manifestation. The sky was vast, giving it ample room to evade.

The Evil Flood Dragon let out a roaring laugh. "I was waiting for my pond to fill with fish, but who knew the shore was already teeming with them!"

By now, there were over twenty thousand people on the riverbank. With several thousand more Fish People who had yet to enter the Lower River, plus those already in the water, the Evil Flood Dragon had met its quota.

The Evil Flood Dragon seemed to sense a change in the world's aura and laughed again. "I wondered why only two low-Realm cultivators came to stop me. It seems the world has changed indeed! Even as I am about to ascend into a true dragon, I wonder... does the Nine Heavens Palace even exist anymore?"

The crowd on the shore was stunned by the voice that echoed in their minds. This one-eyed behemoth that looked down upon the world possessed a truly unparalleled might, even without horns and covered in scars.

On the river, Chen Dong was helpless. This Flood Dragon could fly. Even if he summoned his Outer Manifestation, he couldn't land a hit if the creature was determined to dodge.

"My little fish, the time has come for you to offer yourselves as sacrifice! Hmm?" As it prepared to begin the ritual, the Evil Flood Dragon looked toward the shore in surprise.

A deafening roar echoed across the river. "Hahaha! Seven thousand and six hundred years! Over seven thousand six hundred years, and the moment I see the light of day again, I encounter a descendant of yours. This must be fate!"

Its sinister, vertical eye locked onto Li Huiran on the shore, blazing with sharp killing intent. Lightning crackled between its claws as frost gathered in its maw.

Chen Dong instantly sensed the Evil Flood Dragon's killing intent. His eyes darted toward Li Huiran, and his heart sank in alarm. There was a significant distance between the river and the shore; he would never make it in time.

A blast of frost-breath, accompanied by a bolt of lightning, shot directly toward Li Huiran. Just as Chen Dong despaired in his helplessness, a flash of sword light descended from the heavens, instantly cleaving the breath and the lightning in two.

The Evil Flood Dragon's single eye constricted in terror. "Who's there?!"

Chen Dong stared at the familiar ancient sword, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

"I have seen the Nine Heavens Palace you speak of. But have you ever seen the Fuyuan Land that I hold in my eyes?"

A graceful figure in red appeared with the clear, cold voice, standing barefoot atop the flying sword.

The Evil Flood Dragon stared at the red figure in absolute terror, its vertical eye wide with disbelief. "Impossible! Impossible! There can't be any Immortals left in this world!" it shrieked in panic, summoning the clouds to make its escape.

"You've deployed the Fish Sacrifice Technique. Did you really think you could escape, Evil Flood Dragon?"

The Evil Flood Dragon twisted its head back toward the red figure. With a slap of its tail, it sent a colossal, terrifying tidal wave crashing down upon her.

But the red figure simply made a delicate gesture with her hand. The flying sword beneath her feet shot out as a streak of light, instantly cleaving the massive wave—and the Evil Flood Dragon's body—in two.

The red figure seemed to know of the unique properties of Jiao Blood. With another gesture, the rain of blood filling the sky coalesced into a single sphere of Blood Essence, which flew into Chen Dong's hand. The massive body of the Flood Dragon plunged into the river and sank beneath the waves.

The Celestial Dao seemed to sense the red figure's presence. In an instant, storm clouds gathered from all corners, roiling with thunder.

The red figure gazed deeply at the sky and murmured, "Next time, I will shatter the shackles of this Celestial Dao." With that, she gave Chen Dong a look full of meaning. Her vermilion lips parted, but he couldn't hear what she said.

With a flash of sword light, the red figure and her sword vanished from the world. Without a second thought, Chen Dong took off running in a specific direction.

After a moment of stunned silence, the riverbank erupted into a clamor of voices from the massive crowd.

"What a beautiful Fairy! Slaying the Flood Dragon with her sword was so awesome!"

"You could see her clearly from that far away? Besides, didn't you just call it a dragon a minute ago?"

"Didn't you hear my goddess say it was a Flood Dragon?"

"Thank god I recorded the whole thing! It was just unbelievable!"

"Whoa, dude, please send me a copy! I'll pay good money for it!"

"No problem, no prob—huh? Wait, it's gone. How is it gone? I know I was recording..."

"Mine's gone too! What the hell is going on?"

Xu Zong listened to the crowd's chatter with a strange expression.

Cao Su walked across the surface of the river to Xu Zong's side and said with a light chuckle, "An Immortal whose very existence the Celestial Dao forbids—how could she possibly appear in a video? Any footage of her will be wiped, and people will soon forget they ever saw her."

Xu Zong had already suspected as much. Hearing Cao Su's confirmation, he nodded and asked, "What about the Fish People?"

Cao Su replied calmly, "As the Evil Flood Dragon ascended, the Fish People followed it toward the surface. Now that it's dead, their symptoms have begun to recede. They should return to normal soon enough."

As he spoke, Cao Su's tone turned regretful. "A pity for those who were devoured by the Evil Flood Dragon, though. They'll never be coming back."