Primordial: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, and I, His Master, Can't Keep Lying Low — Part 25

Having made up his mind, Yang Jian immediately soared into the air and sped in the direction from which the aura was coming.

Chapter 18: Grand Preceptor Wen of the Future Shang Dynasty

Yang Jian moved with incredible speed. Having already located the source of the aura fluctuations, he quickly drew close to the site of the battle.

"Hmm, one side is made up of human cultivators, while the other is actually from the Demon Race. And this demon seems quite formidable!"

Yang Jian's gaze shifted as he swiftly identified both sides in the fight.

Not far away, several soldiers clad in armor stood resolutely before a Three-Headed Flood Dragon with a mouth full of fangs.

These people were clearly soldiers, but apart from the leading general, who possessed cultivation at the Profound Immortal realm, the rest were basically ordinary troops. The Three-Headed Flood Dragon, however, already possessed the strength of a Half-step Golden Immortal.

With such a disparity in strength, the human army had no chance of victory. If not for their advantage in numbers and the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's lack of interest in killing them so quickly, they would never have held out for this long.

"Damn it! I never expected this fiend to be so powerful today. It is I, Wen Zhong, who have let all of you soldiers down!"

The leading general stepped forward. They had originally received word that a demon was causing trouble here, which was why he had led his troops over to eradicate it. Who could have expected them to encounter a Half-step Golden Immortal Flood Dragon this time?

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon was not angered by his words. Instead, it looked at him with great interest and actually spoke in human tongue. "You truly have let them down. But becoming this king's meal is still an honor for you all, isn't it?"

"Hmph, fiend! You bring disaster upon the world. Even if I cannot eliminate you today, I will make you understand that we humans will not allow your Demon Race to oppress us as you please!"

Wen Zhong shouted, determination blazing in his eyes as he charged straight at the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon burst into laughter. "Fine! Since that is the case, I'll kill you first, then slaughter the others. Let's see whether you're still this stubborn once you're in my belly!"

With a furious roar, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon opened its gaping, bloody maw, preparing to swallow Wen Zhong whole in a single bite.

"Fiend, do not harm anyone!"

At that moment, a powerful aura rushed at them head-on, followed by an icy gleam. Alarm bells rang wildly in the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's heart, and it immediately retreated.

Wen Zhong also sensed that something was amiss. In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared before him.

The man held a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, cold light glinting in his eyes. It was Yang Jian.

Though he had not arrived earlier, he had heard every word the Three-Headed Flood Dragon had said. He, too, was human—how could he not be enraged by such contemptuous words toward humankind?

"A Half-step Golden Immortal? Fellow Daoist, from which sect do you hail?"

Wen Zhong looked at Yang Jian in astonishment. He had naturally sensed Yang Jian's strength at once.

Beyond his delight, he was also deeply shocked.

After all, there were very few great human cultivators nowadays. Half-step Golden Immortals were already exceedingly rare, yet such an expert had appeared before him now—and he even looked so young. Wen Zhong could not help but grow curious about Yang Jian's origins.

Yang Jian merely glanced at him without answering.

He understood the principle that disaster came from one's mouth. After the matter involving True Lord Jade Cauldron, Chen Changsheng had warned him and Di Xin that unless absolutely necessary, they were not to reveal their sect to others.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's expression also darkened and brightened uncertainly as it looked at Yang Jian. "Boy, who are you? Your cultivation is not bad, but let me warn you: cultivation is hard-won. Do not meddle in other people's affairs!"

It was naturally not afraid of a human Half-step Golden Immortal. However, someone so young possessing such cultivation surely had a sect behind him—there was no way it believed otherwise.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon was currently only a rogue cultivator of the Demon Race and did not wish to stir up unnecessary trouble, which was why it tried to intimidate Yang Jian.

Yang Jian gave a cold smile. "What if I say I'm meddling in this matter no matter what? What can you do about it?"

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon flew into a rage. Yang Jian's actions were a complete disregard for it.

That weapon in the brat's hand seems to be a magical treasure. If I can obtain it, my strength will surely rise greatly.

As for his sect, it may be troublesome, but at worst, I can simply move somewhere else.

With that thought, greed rose in the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's heart, and it made up its mind. "Boy, you brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me for it!"

Having said that, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon opened its jaws and charged straight at him.

"Be careful, Fellow Daoist!"

Wen Zhong shouted. Although Yang Jian and the Three-Headed Flood Dragon were both Half-step Golden Immortals, demons were far stronger than humans at the same level.

Leaving aside anything else, their physical bodies alone were beyond what humans could compare to.

Yang Jian snorted coldly. "No matter."

After cultivating quietly in Changsheng Palace for many years, Yang Jian had also wanted to know just what level his strength had reached.

He immediately charged forward as well, without the slightest attempt to evade, intending to directly withstand the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's attack head-on.

"It's over!"

Wen Zhong's face turned pale. Yang Jian was originally also a Half-step Golden Immortal and possessed a magical treasure in hand. If he had chosen to circle around and wear down his opponent, there might still have been a sliver of hope. But Yang Jian was now confronting it head-on. In Wen Zhong's eyes, that was simply courting death.

Chapter 19: The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd Gains a Weapon Spirit

"Brat, you're courting death!"

Daring to use a human body to withstand its attack head-on—in its eyes, that was like an egg smashing against a stone, utterly overestimating himself.

The two collided directly, but the instant they clashed, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon realized something was wrong.

Though Yang Jian possessed a human body, the collision had failed to budge him in the slightest.

Yang Jian smiled coldly. He possessed the inheritance of the Double Pupils. It was not merely a cultivation technique, but also a means of tempering his physical body.

And when crossing his tribulation, Yang Jian had chosen the most direct method: using his physical body to withstand the lightning tribulation.