The White Snake Transforms into a Flood Dragon

"Jiao!" Fahai was blasted back onto the eaves by the light and stood there watching the scene in disbelief.

He was naturally aware of the legends of snakes transforming into dragons and dragons transforming into jiaos, but these only existed in legends; Fahai had never witnessed them with his own eyes.

But now... looking at the dark blue scales on the dragon's body and the pair of horns about to emerge from its forehead, Fahai couldn't help but believe that the legend was true.

"Amitabha Buddha, since that's the case, then come with me back to Golden Mountain Temple Leifeng Pagoda to cultivate." Fahai put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist prayer. He originally intended to kill the white snake that had devoured Xu Xian, but since the transformation of a snake into a dragon was a great destiny with profound karma, if he could help this dragon eventually transform into a dragon, he would naturally gain supreme merit.

This is Buddhism, which emphasizes cause and effect and the cycle of karma in everything.

"Fahai is going to be in trouble." In a corner, Ma Feifei, with Yun Qingyang in his arms, used Concealment Technique to hide their figures, and then transmitted his voice to Yun Qingyang.

This wasn't just something Ma Feifei said randomly. Ma Feifei sensed that the power within the dragon was recovering at a rapid pace. The moment Fahai spoke, the dragon had already returned to its previous peak state.

In other words, the strength of the dragon is no different from when it was on the Azure Dragon Continent.

Although Fahai was very strong, he had not yet reached the Immortal Realm. Below the level of immortals, they could only be crushed in front of the dragon.

"I'm going to kill him!" Yun Qingyang transmitted his voice fiercely, clearly harboring deep hatred for Fahai.

Ma Feifei nodded in agreement, said nothing, and continued to watch the scene unfold.

"Shut up!" The moment the dragon's true form appeared, it immediately transformed into human form, glared at Fahai, let out a cold shout, and vanished in an instant.

Fahai was greatly alarmed, for he sensed a powerful force sweeping towards him. He immediately abandoned all pretense of maintaining his superior demeanor, and with his Sky-Supporting Zen Staff gleaming with golden light, he struck forward based on his instincts.

"Bite!"

A deafening sound rang out as the middle-aged woman, who had transformed from a dragon into human form, held a jade-green spirit sword. The tip of the sword touched the Sky-Supporting Zen Staff, producing a piercing sound.

"Bang~"

A powerful force entered the Sky-Supporting Zen Staff from the spirit sword. Fahai had no time to react and was sent flying hundreds of meters away, lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

"Whoosh~"

The middle-aged woman did not let Fahai off so easily. The next moment Fahai, she appeared next to Fahai again and stepped directly on his stomach.

"Bang!"

"Vomit!"

Fahai felt as if Body Slam had crushed his abdomen, threatening to shatter his internal organs. If he hadn't been wearing the sacred robe, one of the three symbols of Golden Mountain Temple, his mortal body would likely have been crushed in two. Even so, Fahai nearly died from the pain.

"Buzz~"

The middle-aged woman suddenly dodged backward, a golden light flashed, and Fahai flipped to his feet. He was in a sorry state, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the Sky-Supporting Dharma Staff in his hand had disappeared, replaced by a cone-shaped pestle.

This pestle is called the Vajra, the ultimate weapon used by Fahai to subdue demons. Being stabbed by it can result in the loss of a thousand years of cultivation or even death on the spot. It is a ritual implement that Buddhism rarely uses.

But if he doesn't use it now, he probably won't have the chance to use it again. Fahai never expected that the White Snake's combat power would increase so dramatically after evolving into a dragon, to the point that he could even crush her.

In fact, let alone being completely overwhelmed, Fahai felt that if he didn't run for his life, he would have lost it all today.

With this in mind, Fahai calmed himself down, maintained a defensive posture, and stared at the middle-aged woman with a serious expression. He held his Vajra in front of his chest, but secretly he was looking for an escape route and thinking about how to get away.

"Your magical artifact is quite interesting." The middle-aged woman looked at the Vajra in Fahai's hand and said calmly. The moment the Vajra appeared, she felt threatened, which surprised her. She hadn't expected that such a powerful magical artifact existed in this world.

Yes, the Vajra in front of her was not a divine artifact in terms of level. The quality of the entire spiritual artifact was not even at the ninth rank, but only at the eighth rank. However, it was this eighth-rank spiritual artifact that made her feel dangerous, which naturally aroused her interest in the Vajra.

"White Snake, it is not easy to transform into a dragon after a thousand years of cultivation. Do not be stubborn and ignorant. You should come back to Golden Mountain Temple with me to cultivate and strive to transform into a dragon as soon as possible and achieve enlightenment," Fahai said in a deep voice.

"Hehe." The middle-aged woman chuckled playfully, not bothering with any more words to Fahai. In the next instant, she appeared in front of him, reaching straight for the Vajra in Fahai's hand.

"Buzz~"

The Vajra emitted a brilliant light, the middle-aged woman's hand paused, and then the Vajra pierced straight into the middle-aged woman's palm.

Instead of retreating, the middle-aged woman advanced, her hands covered with a thin layer of pale blue scales, as if she were about to take the Vajra- on.

"Clang!"

The Vajra pierced the middle-aged woman's palm, producing a metallic Tackle. The woman's palm was like Iron Defense, the Vajra unable to penetrate even an inch.

Upon seeing this, Fahai's heart sank, and he immediately tried to retract the Vajra. But how could the middle-aged woman allow him to? She swiftly wrapped her hand around the Vajra like a dragon, and Fahai only felt a force coming from it. The Vajra slipped from his hand and was snatched away by the middle-aged woman.

Fahai was at his wit's end. Seeing that the Vajra had been taken away, he abandoned it and leaped backward, trying to escape the scene.

"Hmph!" How could the middle-aged woman let Fahai leave? She disappeared from the spot. Fahai was just an ordinary mortal, and his speed was no match for the middle-aged woman. Before he could run fifty meters, the middle-aged woman caught up with him. Suddenly, her head turned into a dragon's head, and with a big mouth, she swallowed Fahai as well.

"Oh my god... how are we supposed to play now?" Ma Feifei, who was hiding in the shadows, was at a loss for what to do.

"Ding~" At this moment, a system notification sounded in Ma Feifei's mind.

"Since the dragon's strength has recovered to its peak, the cultivation restriction for assisting fellow readers has now been lifted."

Then Ma Feifei sensed Yun Qingyang's power recovering, and heard her puzzled voice in his ear. "Huh? My strength seems to have recovered."

"Hmm, congratulations." Ma Feifei was a little confused. Did this mean that in the end, they would still have to rely on Yun Qingyang to fight the dragon?

Is it a predetermined cycle of fate?

"Let me go, I'm going to have my way with you," Yun Qingyang said, twisting her body.

Ma Feifei hesitated for a moment but still chose to release Yun Qingyang. Yun Qingyang, at the peak of her strength, was not much different from a dragon at the peak of her strength. If all else failed, Ma Feifei had thought it through. He would simply go himself and not care if the mission failed. At worst, he would just give up the book. Yun Qingyang's safety was the most important thing.