Some were heroes; some fished for fame and reputation.
Of course, no one could be summed up in just a few words or a single sentence. After all, life changed with every circumstance one encountered.
Corpses littered the grounds of a luxurious estate in a certain county town. Blood mixed with rainwater and flowed through a dog hole into the river beyond the walls. On a stone bridge in the rear garden, the White-clothed Girl stood before a low-ranking cultivator. A mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator counted as an expert in the mortal world, yet now he was disheveled and utterly undignified, kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Tell me where your superior is."
"I..."
The cultivator hesitated. Suddenly, his collar tightened and he was lifted up, forced to stare straight into those terrifying eyes glowing with a faint red light...
Bai Yujun found it rather amusing. A group made up of martial arts experts, low-ranking cultivators, country gentry, scholars, and perhaps tomb raiders—despite their meager strength, they actually dared scheme against a powerful flood dragon. Even Golden Core and Nascent Soul masters would not dare entertain such thoughts, yet these people had conspired for years. She truly did not know whether to admire them or despise them.
They posed no threat at all. Their petty tricks in the shadows were like earthen chickens and pottery dogs before absolute strength—unable to withstand a single blow.
She opened her cherry-red mouth, revealing sharp fangs!
"N-no... Don't eat me... Please, spare me..."
She sneered, a sneer from the depths of her heart.
"This flood dragon does not know whether to praise you or despise you. I am a Nascent Soul demon beast. Above, I can summon clouds and command rain, stirring the thunderbolts of the nine heavens; below, I can enter rivers, lakes, and