Flood Dragon, Seal

While the four were focused on cultivation, an unexpected scene was unfolding in the space beneath the spring.

At this moment, in the spring's depths.

A Flood Dragon, its entire body a deep blue, was locked in battle with a youth.

On the surface, the fight seemed evenly matched, but that was far from the truth.

From the Flood Dragon's frantic attacks, it was clear he was barely holding on.

His opponent, Yang Yi, on the other hand, moved with effortless grace, each strike relaxed and unhurried.

In the void not far away.

Ye Chang'an and Shangguan Shi watched the battle with keen interest.

"This is Yang Yi's first fight. If his techniques were a bit more refined, this Flood Dragon probably wouldn't last a single blow," Shangguan Shi analyzed.

Hearing this, Ye Chang'an nodded.

"Mm. Yang Yi's talent is quite remarkable. Though he's only at the Emperor Realm First Layer, he handles this Emperor Realm Third Layer Flood Dragon with ease."

Ye Chang'an was very satisfied with Yang Yi.

Even though this was Yang Yi's first battle, even though he hadn't been taking it seriously at all, he still managed to put immense pressure on a Flood Dragon whose realm surpassed his own.

"Yang Yi, stop playing around. Show him something real."

On the other side, Yang Yi, still in the midst of combat, heard Ye Chang'an's voice. A glint of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, the Flood Dragon knew his opponent would no longer hold back, and he too began to unleash his full power.

He threw his head back and let out a long roar, his entire body suddenly doubling in size.

An overwhelming aura surged forth.

Yet Yang Yi showed no sign of panic. A naive smile on his lips, he pushed out a single palm.

A massive palm of spiritual energy shot toward the Flood Dragon.

In response, the Flood Dragon lashed his tail with lightning speed, sending a cutting strike toward the spiritual palm.

The moment the two collided, a thunderous boom rang out.

A powerful wave of spiritual energy swept outward.

But when the wave reached Ye Chang'an and Shangguan Shi, it simply dissipated on its own.

It didn't even stir the hems of their robes.

The two continued to watch the battlefield.

Yang Yi stood tall in the void, his long hair flying, not retreating a single step.

The Flood Dragon, however, was sent flying backward.

But it wasn't over yet.

In that instant, Yang Yi vanished from his spot.

The next moment, he appeared behind the Flood Dragon.

Watching the Flood Dragon hurtling toward him, Yang Yi suddenly threw a fierce punch.

Ripples spread through the entire space.

The Flood Dragon, whose body had yet to stop, was sent flying once again.

He crashed straight into the ground.

In a massive crater lay the blue Flood Dragon, blood spilling from his mouth, his aura weak and fading.

"Excuse me, are we done fighting?"

Yang Yi appeared before the Flood Dragon, his tone polite as he asked.

The moment the question left his mouth, the Flood Dragon spat out another mouthful of old blood and promptly fainted.

An hour later, when the Flood Dragon opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were the three figures that filled him with terror.

"Three seniors, I was wrong. I shouldn't have even thought about laying a hand on those little ones up above."

The Flood Dragon immediately begged for mercy, tears nearly streaming from his eyes.

The sight of Yang Yi cracking his knuckles was truly terrifying.

No, terrifying to a beast.

"If you'd just done this from the start, wouldn't it have been fine? It's just using a bit of your resources. What's a single Profound Spirit Treasure Spring? Why be so stingy?"

Ye Chang'an said with a smile.

But that smile, in the Flood Dragon's eyes, sent chills down his spine.

He was truly aggrieved.

Four little brats had suddenly barged in and were recklessly draining his resources.

The sleeping creature immediately awoke.

It had wanted to teach those few little brats a lesson, but it hadn't actually made a move yet.

Just then, three people suddenly barged in.

These three right here.

The weakest of them started fighting it directly.

It could clearly defeat it quickly, but this guy, for some reason—

Acting afraid of hurting it, he insisted on trading blows back and forth.

Too torturous for a beast, wasn't it?

Couldn't win, yet had to keep fighting.

Half a day passed, and it still wasn't over.

The Flood Dragon already had trauma from this—it couldn't go through that again.

"Want to get out?"

Just as the Flood Dragon's mind was about to collapse, Ye Chang'an suddenly spoke.

"Senior, what did you say?!"

The Flood Dragon thought it had misheard.

"You heard right."

Ye Chang'an's tone was calm.

"Senior, I want out so badly, but this Profound Heaven Lake has a restriction placed by a powerful cultivator..."

"Don't lump me in with someone as weak as you."

As if knowing what the Flood Dragon was about to say, Ye Chang'an cut it off mercilessly.

"Senior, then what are your terms?"

"Stay by my daughter's side—the one absorbing the Profound Spirit Treasure Spring—and be her sparring partner."

Ye Chang'an said with a smile.

"No problem, Senior, rest assured, this is the perfect job for me!"

Hearing this, the Flood Dragon agreed without a second thought.

Are you kidding? To regain freedom, with the only cost being a sparring partner for a little girl—any fool knew how to choose.

She was just a little girl at the Heavenly Spirit Realm, nothing like this seemingly harmless kid who fought so fiercely.

Being her sparring partner—that was an easy gig, wasn't it?

"What's your name?"

"Senior, I have no name."

"Then from now on, call you Little Dragon."

Ye Chang'an casually gave it a name.

Flood Dragon: ???

"Can't change it, that's final."

Seeing the Flood Dragon's expression, Ye Chang'an shut it down directly.

Hearing this, the Flood Dragon looked like it was about to cry.

It was an Emperor Realm cultivator, after all—couldn't it get even a shred of face?

Ye Chang'an didn't care at all about the Flood Dragon's inner thoughts and directly asked about the circumstances of its sealing here.

From the Flood Dragon, he learned that it had been sealed here in a previous era by an Emperor Realm cultivator.

Even now that it was at Emperor Realm Third Layer, it couldn't break the seal.

As for the reason for its sealing—it was to wait for someone named "Dao Wuhen."

According to that cultivator, in the next era, someone named Dao Wuhen would come to find the Flood Dragon, and the Flood Dragon needed to leave the Profound Spirit Treasure Spring it had nurtured for him.

Once that was done, the one named Dao Wuhen would naturally help it break the seal.

Learning this, Ye Chang'an and Shangguan Shi both looked toward Ye Xinran, who was cultivating by the spring.

They couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Looks like he didn't foresee our arrival. Sorry, Dao Wuhen, this spring won't be left for you."

Ye Chang'an said with a smile.

As for the consequences, he wasn't afraid.

Even if the cultivator who sealed the Flood Dragon came looking for trouble, he wouldn't panic in the slightest.

Not to mention that his own cultivation had already reached the Heavenly Authority Realm.

Just look at his Primordial Divine Hall—every single one of them was a master, especially the five Elders.

No matter who came, they'd be throwing their lives away.

Panic? This Seat's Primordial Divine Hall didn't know the meaning of the word.

For the next period of time, Ye Chang'an, the other two, and a Flood Dragon idled in this space, simply waiting for Ye Xinran to finish her cultivation.

Watching Ye Xinran's cultivation rise steadily, Ye Chang'an was very pleased.

His heart grew more and more eager for Ye Xinran to break through her realm.

Until one month later, the system's voice suddenly rang out in Ye Chang'an's mind.

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