Bai Yujun glanced at the rice paddies.
"Farming is no easy task. We can't ruin the fields and spoil the harvest. Change locations."
The highly sentient giant flood dragon slithered along the ground and launched an attack. Its ferocious head opened its jaws and spat out watery mist. The Red-clothed Man could only avoid its sharp edge for the moment and seek an opportunity to strike back. As the two traded blows, their battlefield unknowingly shifted into the mountains.
Flames roared through the valleys between the peaks, and water vapor billowed skyward. The blazing red light even reflected off the black clouds, turning them into clouds glowing like a burning sky. Though the flood dragon was weaker, it was exceptionally fierce and vigorous. Water from rivers and mountain streams was constantly drawn in to replenish its losses, forcing the Red-clothed Man to unleash all manner of innate abilities.
Fat Tiger gazed at the enormous flood dragon coiling around the mountain peak, his eyes brimming with envy and longing.
Bai Yujun assumed a profound air and calmly raised her teacup.
At a time like this, the maidservants should have immediately poured her tea. Yet the two poor girls had their eyes fixed entirely on the giant flood dragon and had completely forgotten their duties. It was not just them—everyone in the residence, including all the people in the little town, was utterly stunned.
Forget it. One could not demand too much. If she wanted food and clothing, she had to rely on her own hands.
Too lazy to pay attention to the fierce battle in the mountains, she had used dragon aura to awaken the dragon vein of the entire river and transform it into a flood dragon. Even immortals could not easily defeat it. It was more than enough to