As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1577: 418: The First Fiend of the Ten Fiends Diagram—Old Dragon God, Identity Exposed, Xi Xi Did Her Best
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“What an arrogant old loach, his insolence knows no bounds!”
Fang Hanshu stroked his elegant beard, his voice resonating deeply. “The Dragon God clan is famed for their physical prowess, bolstered by the demon race blood coursing through their veins. They are naturally peerless in close-quarters combat. Furthermore, entering the Grandmaster’s Small Cave Heaven actually plays into the old dragon's hands. With the Small Cave Heaven acting as a shield against tribulations, the Old Dragon God is free to manifest his maximum power…”
“As for the inherent suppression from the Grandmaster within that space, the Old Dragon God simply ignores such minor constraints.”
On the side of the Imperial court army.
Gu Qianchi and Zhao Beidou exchanged meaningful, silent looks.
“Truly wild, truly ferocious!”
“It is understandable, considering this old dragon's lifespan is nearly extinguished. It’s common for such beings to become ruthless as death approaches. It is a heavy burden for this Old Dragon God; he should be enjoying his twilight years, yet he must march out to war for the sake of his kin,” Gu Qianchi remarked with a sigh.
Zhao Beidou shook his head. “If there is blame to be laid, it lies with the descendants of the Dragon God clan for failing to meet expectations.”
A complex light flickered in Gu Qianchi’s eyes. “But is it not the same for us? In our Divine Sect, the situation is identical… without a successor of true merit, the future of our Divine Sect… I fear it will crumble, unable to endure.”
These words caused a sharp pang of sorrow in Zhao Beidou’s heart.
His own disciple, Zhao Chunqiu, the Sect Master of the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect, was a man of talent, yet he had fallen in a previous conflict. Since Zhao Chunqiu’s passing, the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect lacked anyone capable of upholding its prestige.
This was the reason Zhao Beidou had been so moved when Xie Yunshen promised the Emperor to secure benefits for the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Divine Sect.
Leading a Great Divine Sect was indeed a grueling task.
Deep within the Mountain Gate of the Divine Sect.
Inside the study.
While Li Che’s primary focus remained on Xi Xi’s circumstances, he could not ignore the oppressive, terrifying pressure weighing down on all of Dao City.
He shifted a portion of his awareness, manifesting the Heaven and Earth chessboard. Immediately, he sensed the scene beyond Dao City: upon the Grand Canal, the Old Dragon God was riding the surging waves to challenge Lv Qiankun, the Grandmaster of the Qianyuan Divine Sect.
An Old Dragon God of the One Calamity and Two Tribulations Realm!
“Quite the arrogant one…”
Li Che sat in his chair and poured a cup of steaming tea, watching the emerald leaves whirl and spin within the liquid.
Gripping the teacup with slender fingers, he took a soft sip, a sharp glint surfacing in his gaze.
The Emperor of Dajing had permitted the Old Dragon God to enter the borders to assist the army against Qianyuan Dao City. In this deal, the Emperor had used the Qianyuan Divine Sect’s Mountain Gate as a bargaining chip, promised to the Dragon God clan.
Simultaneously, the Old Dragon God’s submission to Dajing meant the Dragon God clan would surrender the Qi fortune of the East Sea Dragon Clan to be absorbed into Dajing’s own destiny.
Thus, the Old Dragon God felt entitled to view the Qianyuan Divine Sect as the future ancestral home of his race.
Nevertheless, this Old Dragon God’s arrogance would likely be short-lived.
Li Che’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He felt a faint thrumming in his heart. Within his chest, the Dao Fruit of the [Fairy in the Painting] was pulsing rhythmically, releasing ink-colored ripples that spread out like a misty tide.
Vaguely, a magnificent painting scroll seemed to unfurl across his field of vision.
This was the Dao guide of the [Fairy in the Painting] Dao Fruit—the [Ten Fierce Brushwork]!
To this day, he had not completed a single fierce beast.
The creation of the Ten Fierce Brushwork required demon souls; the more potent the soul, the more formidable the resulting beast would be.
Initially, Li Che had planned to harvest the demon soul of the Dragon God Crown Prince for the first beast, but…
Following the successful refinement of his Martial Arts Golden Body and the successful guidance of the Eighth Qimen Immortal Seed…
Li Che’s ambitions had expanded!
The vacancy for the first demon soul of the Ten Fierce Brushwork…
Was now reserved for this Old Dragon God.
However, an entity of the One Calamity and Two Tribulations Realm would be immensely powerful. If he unleashed his full potential, he would undoubtedly far surpass Zhao Beidou.
Therefore, despite the substantial growth in Li Che’s own combat strength.
He could not afford to be reckless when dealing with the Old Dragon God.
Even with the Dragon God Crown Prince poised for a betrayal, Li Che felt it was insufficient. He needed to prepare more foolproof measures.
Sitting in his study, Li Che’s thoughts drifted.
With a flick of his wrist, a Soul Capturing chess piece transformed into a bolt of black lightning, twisting and growing.
Gradually, it took the form of Gu Changqing, the Master of the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect.
Gu Changqing had been focused on refining elixirs, his Alchemy Saint robes billowing around him.
“Lord!”
Gu Changqing bowed with deep respect, his hands clasped.
Li Che tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair, recalling his encounter with the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect’s top genius, Liu Qing, during the Flat Peach Victory Meeting.
That man, Liu Qing… his mastery of poison had been impressive, leaving a lasting mark on Li Che’s memory.
Even the Heavenly Pill Poison itself was something Li Che had once acquired.
However, the poisons Liu Qing utilized might threaten a Martial Saint, but against a powerhouse of the Old Dragon God's caliber, they would likely be ineffective.
“Heavenly Pill Poison?”
Gu Changqing expressed his confusion.
Lord, you are truly no righteous hero!
He found the idea quite appealing!
For an Alchemy Saint, concocting poisons was hardly a challenge.
“To brew a toxin capable of affecting a Divine Tribulation Cultivator… it is possible. I can refine it, but the ingredients are incredibly rare and difficult to obtain. Moreover… the risk of failure is immense. If the process goes wrong, the backlash would poison me to death,” Gu Changqing explained solemnly.
Hearing this, Li Che’s expression turned strange. “That is no issue. Conduct as many experiments as needed. The more lethal the toxin, the better. Even if you are poisoned to death, you will still live.”
Gu Changqing blinked, then scratched his head awkwardly. It was true; as a Soul Capturing chess piece, death was no longer the end for him…
With the fear of death removed, the final obstacle to refining the ultimate poison had vanished!