The Azure Dragon Chronicle: A Mysterious Spirit Beast Attacks

After briefly discussing the cause of the spirit beast uprising with the city lord of Yuanfang City and Zhou Wuji, Ma Feifei returned to the Mysterious Bookstore with Luan Feng.

In the backyard, Yun Qingyang and Ba Jiu were practicing painting. Seeing this, Luan Feng took out her own equipment and joined in. The three of them began to paint and discuss painting techniques at the same time.

The Sky-reaching Ape Monkey was rather bored, so it could only climb to the top of a maple tree and hang there to doze off.

Ma Feifei lay on the rocking chair, eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.

The three stopped practicing painting only after the sun had completely set and the sky had darkened. Luan Feng bid farewell to Ma Feifei and left, while Yun Qingyang took the painting and ran to find Ma Feifei to have him appraise it.

Ma Feifei took the scroll, glanced at it, and asked curiously, "Qingyang, what did you paint?"

"A dragon!" Yun Qingyang replied earnestly.

"Oh..." Ma Feifei nodded, looking at the earthworms on the scroll, unsure of what to say. He really wanted to ask Yun Qingyang, "Is this what you look like when you Transform?"

"What? Doesn't it look like him?" Yun Qingyang wasn't stupid; he could tell that Ma Feifei seemed dissatisfied with his drawing, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm..." Ma Feifei thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll give you a picture tomorrow, and you just need to trace it. As long as you can imitate it to about 80% similarity, I'll reward you with one million Spirit Crystal, how about that?"

Actually, Yun Qingyang's drawing skills were quite good; at least the earthworm she drew was quite realistic, as Ma Feifei could tell at a glance. However, she might have some misunderstanding about dragons. Ma Feifei thought it would be better to simply draw a model of Yun Qingyang's true form for her, so she could imitate it. Once the imitation was nearly perfect, she could just use her Origin Power to draw her true form on the Four Spirit Pillars, saving so many steps and trouble.

"No way!" Yun Qingyang's refusal surprised Ma Feifei. She stared at her with wide eyes. Refusing a million Spirit Crystal? That clearly didn't make sense!

Yun Qingyang snatched back her own scroll, looked at Ma Feifei with a hint of anger, and said, "You look down on me! I'm not going to follow your instructions! I can do it myself!"

'Smack'

After Yun Qingyang finished speaking, she turned around and the scroll crackled due to air resistance. Ma Feifei stared dumbfounded as Yun Qingyang went into her room.

"When did this girl become so principled?" Ma Feifei was a little surprised. In Ma Feifei's memory, this seemed to be the first time Yun Qingyang had given up her favorite Spirit Crystal in order to Competitive.

"Has this girl grown up?" Ma Feifei murmured, lying in the rocking chair and looking at the full moon in the sky.

Dubian Town is anything but quiet tonight. The streets and alleys are filled with soldiers and ascetics coming and going, and every house is brightly lit with people coming and going.

The taverns and fireworks displays were bustling with activity, as everyone was discussing the earlier attack on Dubian Town by the spirit beasts of the Nine Heavens Mountain.

"I've really seen something today! Millions of spirit beasts attacking the city! I've never seen anything like it in my life, it's truly awe-inspiring," a burly man exclaimed loudly after taking a swig of wine.

"Who isn't? I just checked the Azure Dragon Chronicle, and there hasn't been a single case of a spirit beast launching a large-scale siege since the ancient times of 30,000 years. This is the first time. We can be considered lucky to have happened to be there." A cultivator at another table in the tavern interjected.

"But we have to thank the shop owner today, otherwise the outcome of this spirit beast siege would have been really hard to predict." The spirit beast siege was shocking, but it also left people with lingering fear.

"It's alright, they're just some low-level spirit beasts, just more numerous than others. But our Dubian Town has hundreds of thousands of cultivators, how could they possibly break through?" one cultivator retorted, shaking his head. Currently, Dubian Town not only boasts a number of cultivators comparable to some major cities, but their average strength surpasses that of any town on the Azure Dragon Continent. With such strength, even if the number of low-level spirit beasts increased tenfold, let alone millions, they still wouldn't be able to breach Dubian Town in a real battle.

"That's not necessarily true. Today, the spirit beasts attacked the city, and apart from the shopkeeper, I didn't see anyone go up to help. They want all the cultivators in Dubian Town to fight off the spirit beasts. The idea is good, but it's impossible," a cultivator couldn't help but mock.

The cultivators in Dubian Town were originally outsiders. Before the Mysterious Bookstore became famous, it was an important border town with merchants coming and going and adventurers staying there. The locals were mostly ordinary people. Later, the Mysterious Bookstore became popular, and Dubian Town was gradually occupied by cultivators who came to visit. After nearly a year of development, it became a gathering place for millions of cultivators.

But looking back, this is just a settlement for them. They only stay here because of the Mysterious Bookstore in Dubian Town. This is not their home. Even if Dubian Town is destroyed one day, they will not have any emotional reaction, let alone Protect this town.

Of course, cultivators who own businesses in Dubian Town might choose to help, but among the nearly one million people, those individuals are few and far between, and their contributions are negligible.

The monk's sarcasm instantly silenced the lively atmosphere in the tavern; no one argued back, and everyone drank in silence.

"Hehe, it was just a joke, everyone, please don't mind, please don't mind." Sensing the unusual atmosphere, the cultivator quickly stood up and apologized. He had actually offended many people with his words, and if he hadn't apologized quickly, he might not have even seen the sun rise tomorrow.

"Call"

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and all the candles in the tavern were extinguished instantly.

"What's going on?" Although everyone was a cultivator and had normal night vision, the sudden appearance of this phenomenon still caused a slight panic.

"Boom"

Suddenly, the candlelight came back on.

Everything is back to normal.

However, the atmosphere inside the tavern became much heavier, and everyone's gaze was fixed on a corner, in the direction of the cultivator who had just spoken.

"Tick-tock"

"Tick-tock"

Drops of dark red blood fell onto the wooden table. The cultivator's face remained unchanged, his hands still in an apologetic gesture, his waist bent low, and blood dripped from his neck.

"Bang!"

His body fell, accompanied by a commotion.

He is dead.

"Who exactly killed him?" Inside the tavern, a powerful figure at the Spirit Venerable realm asked in a deep voice. He hadn't even sensed anyone releasing Spiritual Power; it was utterly terrifying!

"I don't feel anything at all," another Spirit Venerable said warily.

"I didn't see it either."

"Me too," the people in the tavern chimed in.

Suddenly, a sinister voice rang out, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Boom!"

"Pop!"

The tavern's defensive array collapsed, the building crumbled, and it was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

None of the cultivators inside managed to escape!

Amidst the rising dust, a woman dressed in black slowly emerged. Her physique was no different from that of an ordinary person, except that she had eight wildly flailing claws—four on each side of her back—each stained with blood. In her hand, an Orange Fragment lay quietly.