The Three-Headed Flood Dragon saw how powerful Yang Jian was and couldn't help feeling the urge to retreat.
"Don't all members of the Human Race cultivate the famous True Martial Scripture, created by Su Mu, the first disciple of Saintess Nuwa? Yet from what I've seen, the others aren't particularly impressive, even after cultivating this technique!"
"But this boy is different. His strength is terrifying—simply unbelievable. I'm afraid I can't contend with him. A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. The best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee, so I'd better withdraw while I can."
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon brooded miserably, watching its opponent warily and ready to turn and flee at any moment.
However, Yang Jian was still inexperienced in battle and failed to realize what the Three-Headed Flood Dragon was thinking, leaving himself completely off guard.
Just then, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon spotted an opening in Yang Jian's defense. It instantly turned into a dark shadow and fled with astonishing speed.
Yang Jian watched helplessly as the Three-Headed Flood Dragon slipped away. He was consumed by regret, blaming himself for being so careless and letting the detestable monster escape.
Just as he was fuming, he suddenly realized that the Three-Headed Flood Dragon had somehow reappeared in front of him!
Yang Jian stared at the Three-Headed Flood Dragon in astonishment and couldn't help asking, "Why'd you come back?"
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon looked equally bewildered. Scratching its head, it replied, "I don't know! What's going on? I'd clearly fled a long way away!"
It was just as confused, unable to understand why it had inexplicably returned. Could some mysterious force be at work?
Su Mu strolled over, each step seemingly carrying an invisible pressure. Once he stopped, Yang Jian hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Master!"
Hearing Yang Jian address Su Mu that way, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon was startled.
Master? This boy is already so powerful. Doesn't that mean his master is even more formidable and terrifying? At the thought, its fear grew severalfold, and whatever hope it had clung to vanished.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon could no longer think of anything else. It dropped to its knees with a thump, kowtowing as it pleaded, "My lord, I know I was wrong! Please be merciful and spare my life!"
Su Mu's expression was cold as he fixed the Three-Headed Flood Dragon with a frigid stare. "Hand over your True Spirit Mark."
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's face fell. After hesitating for a long moment, it stammered, "Huh? This..." It was clearly reluctant to surrender its True Spirit Mark.
But Su Mu wasn't about to give it time to think or a chance to refuse.
He snorted, flashed forward, and reached out like lightning, grabbing the Three-Headed Flood Dragon by the crown of its head. A tremendous force surged into it.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon felt a sudden pain in its head. A faint glow slowly rose from its forehead—its True Spirit Mark. Su Mu reached out and seized it, holding it firmly in his hand.
Then Su Mu swept his arm, and a strange light flashed. The Three-Headed Flood Dragon's body transformed in an instant, becoming an oddly shaped polearm.
The weapon had a three-pronged blade at the front, with edges keen on both sides and gleaming coldly. Its shaft was remarkably long, reaching up to Yang Jian's chest and giving it a fearsome appearance.
"Yang Jian, from now on, this Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd is your very own divine weapon!" Su Mu said with a smile, his eyes full of hope and encouragement for his disciple.
"Thank you for the treasure, Master!" Yang Jian replied joyfully, unable to hide his delight.
Su Mu led Yang Jian back toward Guanjiang Pass. Yang Jian strode along with a proud bearing, carrying the formidable Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd over his shoulder like a war god descending to the mortal world.
When they entered the courtyard, Yang Tianyou and the others hurried out at the sound. Yang Jian held his head high and strode inside, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
"Father, Mother, Big Brother, little sister, come look at this new weapon I got! What do you think? Isn't it incredibly cool?" Yang Jian proudly showed it off to his family, his eyes full of pride.
Everyone froze, their faces filled with astonishment.
Yang Chan was especially curious. She hurried over to Yang Jian and gently ran her hand over the gleaming Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd, exclaiming, "Second Brother, where did you get such an amazing weapon? It's so cool!"
Yang Jian smiled, but didn't answer his sister's question. Instead, he suddenly called out, "Three-Headed Flood Dragon, show yourself!"
Before his words had even faded, a low roar sounded. A huge Three-headed Flood Dragon appeared out of thin air before them.
The Three-headed Flood Dragon was enormous, its body covered in hard scales. Its three heads looked fearsome, and blazing flames poured from its mouths.
Seeing the Three-headed Flood Dragon, Yao Ji went pale with fright. She hurriedly spread her arms to shield Yang Jian and her other children.
Yang Jian, however, wasn't afraid. He gently moved Yao Ji aside and reassured her with a smile. "Don't be afraid, Mother. This is the creature transformed from my weapon. It has acknowledged me as its master and won't hurt us."
With that, he turned to the Three-headed Flood Dragon. Their gazes met, as if they shared an understanding.
The Three-headed Flood Dragon's massive body crashed down onto the ground. Its three fearsome heads drooped, stripped of all their former pride and ferocity, and rested obediently against the cold earth—a complete surrender to everyone present.
Yao Ji's eyes widened at the sight, her face full of astonishment. Her lips parted as she murmured, "I searched for the Three-Headed Flood Dragon for so long, yet Jian'er found it. And now it's become a divine weapon. Fate truly is unpredictable, and the workings of fortune unfathomable!"
As she spoke, she looked at Yang Jian beside her, her eyes full of affection and admiration.
Yao Ji gently patted Yang Jian's shoulder and praised him warmly. "Jian'er, you're truly amazing."
Yang Jian shook his head modestly and explained, "Mother, I wasn't the one who subdued the Three-Headed Flood Dragon. My master was the one who captured it."
Yao Ji understood at once. Smiling, she nodded.
Yang Jian carefully took a Dragon Pearl glowing with mysterious light from his robes and held it out to Yao Ji in both hands. "Mother, please look. This is the treasure we got from the Three-Headed Flood Dragon."
Yao Ji happily accepted the Dragon Pearl. She had descended to the mortal world for this very treasure.
After thinking it over, Yao Ji decided to give the precious Dragon Pearl to Su Mu. Turning to him with a smile, she said, "Great Emperor Qinghua, since you were the one who subdued the Three-Headed Flood Dragon, this Dragon Pearl should naturally belong to you."
Su Mu didn't refuse. He reached out and accepted the Dragon Pearl.
Then something unexpected happened—without the slightest hesitation, Su Mu gently placed the Dragon Pearl against Yang Jian's forehead.
In an instant, the Dragon Pearl seemed drawn by some powerful force and quickly fused with Yang Jian's forehead.
At that moment, Yang Jian felt an intense pain surge through him like a tide, spreading throughout his entire body. He clutched his head and groaned in pain.
Everyone except Shaoyao was alarmed. Yang Tianyou and the others looked anxiously at Su Mu.
Su Mu remained calm and waved a hand reassuringly. "Don't panic. It's all right. Just wait a moment."
As everyone watched, a mysterious, closed eye slowly appeared on Yang Jian's broad, resolute forehead.
At first, the eye was barely visible, glowing with a faint blue light, like a star in the night sky on the verge of going out.
But as time passed, the light grew stronger, impossible to ignore.
Everyone present was captivated by the strange sight. They held their breath and stared tensely at the eye on Yang Jian's forehead, afraid they might miss even the slightest change.
The atmosphere grew incredibly solemn, as though even the air had frozen.
Just then, the light suddenly flashed like lightning, illuminating the surroundings.
Yang Jian slowly opened the eye that had remained shut. In an instant, a dazzling golden beam shot from it, brilliant as the rising sun.
At the same time, his gaze took on a transcendent air, as if he stood above the mortal world and could see through the nature and patterns of all things.
"This... this is the Heavenly Eye!" Yao Ji was the first to come to her senses. Her face lit up with delight as she cried out, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.
The others came to their senses as well. Their faces filled with disbelief, they all rejoiced for him.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and began to test the Heavenly Eye's wondrous power.
Focusing his mind, he directed his gaze toward the distant horizon. A moment later, a crystal-clear scene took shape in his mind—it was a view from a thousand miles away!
Mountains, rivers, forests, grasslands, even people going about their business—all of it was visible.
This unprecedented vision filled Yang Jian with indescribable shock and excitement.
"Thank you, Master!" Yang Jian turned toward Su Mu, his eyes slightly moist with gratitude. Su Mu smiled and nodded, his gaze full of satisfaction and hope.
"Yang Jian, the power of your Heavenly Eye is far beyond what you can imagine! It can easily distinguish good from evil in all things, and even demons that hide in the shadows and excel at disguises cannot escape its sight."
"More importantly, the Heavenly Eye also possesses tremendous offensive power. When you focus your mind and activate it, the energy it unleashes is enough to make your enemies tremble in fear."
Hearing Su Mu's words, Yang Jian's eyes brightened. In the next instant, a brilliant light burst from the Heavenly Eye on his forehead, as though it shook the entire world.
From that moment on, Yang Jian truly mastered this peerless Heavenly Eye and became the sole master of its mysterious power.
As he grew more proficient at using the Heavenly Eye, Yang Jian's strength soared like a rocket.
Before long, he broke through his bottleneck and advanced to the early stage of the Martial Venerable (Grand Unity Golden Immortal) realm. This qualitative leap transformed his physical strength, Magic Power reserves, combat skills, and every other aspect of his cultivation.
Yang Jian had now been reborn. No matter how powerful his opponent or how perilous his predicament, he could face it calmly and fight with composure.
Yet for Yang Jian, this was only the beginning. In the long, uncertain years ahead, he would rely on his unique advantage to leave his mark on the perilous Primordial World, a place filled with thorns and challenges.
Countless astonishing legends would unfold with him as their protagonist, and his name would shine forever in the annals of history.
In the vast expanse of the Nine Provinces, an earthshaking transfer of power took place in Chaoge City, where the Human Race lived.
Emperor Yi, who had once ruled this land, died of a serious illness. His passing plunged the entire nation into chaos and unease.
Afterward, the young Di Xin ascended the throne. Though he had earned great military honors, he was still young and lacked sufficient political experience and prestige.
As a result, many powerful ministers at court strongly questioned Di Xin's succession. In their hearts, they preferred to have the older and steadier eldest son, Weizi Qi, inherit the throne.
However, Great Immortal Zhenyuan, who was far away at Wuzhuang Temple of Longevity Mountain, learned of the matter.
When he heard the news, Zhenyuanzi was shocked. How can this be? If Di Xin doesn't ascend the throne, how will my friend Hong Yun successfully attain the Dao? At that thought, he stood up without hesitation, ready to intervene in person.
"Junior Brother Hong Yun, don't be afraid! I'll go help you right away." With that, Zhenyuanzi headed for the door.
Qing Feng and Ming Yue, the two youths busy inside the temple, saw their Great Master suddenly rushing out and couldn't help wondering what was going on. They hurried over to ask, "Great Master, where are you going?"
Zhenyuanzi paused and turned to the two youths, instructing them earnestly, "I have to go out and take care of something important. You two must watch the Ginseng Fruit Tree carefully and not slack off in the slightest." With that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.
Before long, Zhenyuanzi had arrived in Chaoge City. With his unfathomable Magic Power and remarkable cunning, he quickly distinguished himself at court and won Di Xin's trust and support.
In the end, with Zhenyuanzi's full assistance, Di Xin gradually secured his throne, and order slowly returned to the court.
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