Fishing, The Eccentric Flood Dragon Brothers

Fifty miles away, deep within the dense forest, lay a cold pond.

Despite the dead of winter, the pond water hadn't frozen at all. It rippled with a greenish hue, exuding a strange, eerie aura.

By the pond, a man in white sat cross-legged.

The man had fiery red hair and handsome features. He held a green bamboo fishing rod, casting his line into the water. His eyes were lightly closed, as if an old monk in meditation.

Three meters away from him, a bonfire crackled merrily.

A burly bald man, bare-chested, sat by the bonfire, devouring a roasted fish with gusto, his mouth slick with oil.

The fish the red-haired man caught seemed to all end up in the bald man's stomach.

The two men looked no different from normal humans, except for the small, dragon-like horn on their foreheads, which hinted at their extraordinary identities.

At the waists of these two human-shaped Flood Dragons hung several Demon Suppression Bureau waist tokens, glowing red.

Clearly, the distress signal from earlier had been sent by these two.

Judging by this strange pair, it looked more like a casual outing than an ambush to lure out the Demon Suppression Bureau's prodigies.

Not far away, three silver-haired elders from the Chen Family exchanged wide-eyed glances, their expressions quite peculiar.

According to their original plan, the Flood Dragon Palace's muscle had been hired, but these two were far too unconventional and utterly unreliable.

After a moment of thought, Chen Youdao cleared his throat twice and stepped forward, addressing the red-haired young master fishing by the pond:

"Lord Wuyan, can your bait strategy truly lure Gu Cheng here? That kid is full of tricks; I doubt he'll take the bait so easily!"

"Sigh~ Your Chen Family people are just too impatient."

Jiao Wuyan slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of golden, demonic pupils, both majestic and sinister:

"Whether he comes or not, what does it matter? The point of fishing isn't the result, but enjoying the process of waiting."

"..."

The Sixth and Seventh Elders exchanged glances, both with dark lines forming on their faces.

This fisherman is truly beyond saving!

It had long been rumored that the Flood Dragon Palace's serpentine beings were willful and never played by the rules. Seeing them today confirmed the reputation.

Chen Youdao also frowned, feeling a great sense of anxiety.

This matter was of great importance. If it were exposed, the Flood Dragon Palace would fear nothing, but his Famous Sword Villa would be utterly ruined.

He opened his mouth, about to offer some advice, when he saw Jiao Wuyan's expression darken. A powerful dragon's might instantly swept over, forcefully stifling his unvoiced words.

"If you keep blabbering, you'll scare away my fish, and I'll use you as bait later!"

The red-haired man's voice was bone-chillingly cold. The three elders immediately fell silent, not daring to make another sound.

At this moment, the bald strongman beside them finished his roasted fish, wiped his mouth, and said to the three:

"Don't you worry, you guys. Since Grandpa Flood Dragon sent my brother and me, that Gu kid is as good as dead. It's just a matter of time."

He licked his fingers, a fierce glint flashing in his golden demonic pupils:

"Didn't you say the kid's destination was the Crimson Rock Mountain Range?

If he doesn't take the bait this time, I'll personally go kill him and rip his head off for you!"

The three elders quickly bowed: "In that case, thank you, Lord Tielin!"

"It's nothing, just a small matter."

Jiao Tielin grinned, appearing endearingly honest. However, as his gaze swept over the Seventh Elder's voluptuous figure, the heat in his eyes was unconcealed.

"!!!"

The Seventh Elder's heart trembled, her pretty face instantly turning pale. She hurriedly lowered her gaze.

As far as she knew, the father of these two innate Flood Dragons was the second son of the Old Flood Dragon King – Jiao Potian.

It was said that the second son, Jiao Potian, was the most depraved and lawless. His sons were naturally no better.

If she were to be targeted by this Jiao Tielin, it would definitely not be a good thing...

Just as the Seventh Elder was filled with dread.

With a crisp crack, a green bamboo fishing rod fiercely struck Jiao Tielin's face, interrupting his wicked thoughts.

"Idiot! Did you forget Grandpa Flood Dragon's instructions?"

Jiao Wuyan let out a cold snort, laced with a hint of exasperated anger:

"There's a big problem deep within the Crimson Rock Mountain Range. We Flood Dragons are absolutely forbidden from entering it without authorization!"

"This..."

Jiao Tielin's expression sharpened upon hearing this. He seemed to recall something and immediately dropped his frivolous demeanor, falling silent.

Chen Youdao and the others exchanged glances, their expressions quite strange.

Their Famous Sword Villa and the Hundred Beasts Villa had a long-standing feud, so they knew there was something unusual about the Crimson Rock Mountain Range, but they had never heard the specifics of the anomaly.

Seeing how wary these two irrepressible Flood Dragon brothers were, their doubts deepened, but they dared not ask further.

Just then, an unfamiliar voice abruptly rang out:

"Oh? So it seems you two know the secret within the Crimson Rock Mountain Range?"

Jiao Tielin subconsciously shook his head and denied it:

"We're not too clear on the specifics of the secret, but since Grandfather Jiao said so, it must be correct. We just need to do as he says..."

He suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence.

Everyone was startled and looked in unison towards the source of the sound.

About ten paces away, a young man in black stood with his hands behind his back, a playful smile on his lips.

It was none other than their target for this trip—Gu Cheng!