Weak Water Three Thousand, Not Even a Goose Feather Could Float!

That day, it still didn't rain!

After classes at the Daoist Academy, Luo Zhou went home.

Headmaster Zhao wasn't there today. Otherwise, Luo Zhou could have had a good chat with him.

Back home, Luo Zhou waited in silence.

Little by little, midnight drew near. A hubbub of noise rose from the courtyard.

More than a thousand children had climbed their way here.

They crowded together so thickly there was barely room to set foot down.

Their incessant chatter was so noisy that Luo Zhou was about to lose his mind.

They came before Luo Zhou and gently touched him, passing something to him...

Once they had touched him, the Dead Spirits were finally freed. Their forms slowly changed back to what they had looked like in life.

One by one, the children returned to their normal appearances.

They looked at Luo Zhou with gratitude, offering thanks, bowing, and paying their respects.

Luo Zhou looked at them and took out two things.

The Northern Mang Sacrifice Seat transformed into a feast, complete with pig heads, sheep heads, ox heads, pastries, flowers, fruit...

Everything was made of paper. It gleamed as it slowly burned, turning into wisps of green smoke that drifted upward.

Luo Zhou took out the Soul Crossing Incense and slowly lit it.

He had bought it especially for this!

"Everyone, have a bite. You're all children; don't go hungry on the road. I prepared this especially for you.

"No one else gets this kind of treatment. It's just for you—and it cost a full two Spirit Stones.

"Everyone, your great vengeance has been avenged. Go now, and enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

The Northern Mang Sacrifice Seat and the Soul Crossing Incense released spiritual energy.

The children all ate. Some even began to cry, calling for their mothers.

Then, one by one, they vanished, slowly dispersing as they entered the cycle of reincarnation!

All the Dead Spirits had dissipated.

"Luo Zhou, you sensed the Dead Spirits' plea for help. A spirit did evil, so punish it!"

"Punish evil: slay Liu Changlong, the Woodworm Devil. Reward good!"

"Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil complete. Reward!"

Essence, Qi, spirit!

Essence flowed into his body, silently transforming Luo Zhou from head to toe.

His flesh and bones, five senses and meridians, limbs and organs, mind and soul—all were gradually strengthened and elevated as essence poured into him.

This was much like the power transmission from Immortal Wang earlier that day.

Only this was safer than Immortal Wang's method, and it strengthened him several times more.

Qi entered his dantian, where streams of true qi appeared.

Weak Water Qi!

"North of Kunlun, there is a body of water whose force cannot bear even a blade of grass. Hence its name, Weak Water."

The poison of Weak Water was such that not even a goose feather could float upon it, and immortals and Buddhas could scarcely cross it.

A total of twenty-four streams of Weak Water Qi flowed to him.

The true qi in Luo Zhou's dantian was now:

Eleven streams of Heavenly Erosion Qi, eleven streams of Earth-Boring Qi, nine streams of Heavy Water Qi, eighteen streams of Heavenly Water Qi, twenty-six streams of Tidal Qi, and twenty-four streams of Weak Water Qi.

Exactly ninety-nine streams of true qi!

As for spirit, Liu Changlong's life experiences, cultivation insights, and special skills and abilities turned into streams of spiritual awareness that poured into Luo Zhou's mind, becoming his life experience.

Liu Changlong had truly been a homebody. Though he was a gang leader, he never bothered with the gang's affairs. He'd lie down rather than sit, and for most of his life, he'd avoided leaving home whenever he could.

He had neither wife nor concubines, and no children. He had cultivated alone all his life.

The only thing he could really boast of was his carpentry. He could make all kinds of furniture.

His memories of the Jellyfish Celestial Palace were a jumbled mess. Someone had laid a vow curse on him to prevent others from searching his soul and learning its secrets if he were exposed.

The cultivation method he practiced was the same. It was sealed by a vow curse and could not be passed on.

Luo Zhou only learned that it was called A Hundred Rebirths in Cloud Peaks and Watered Ravines. Like his own manual, The Azure Waters Flow East to This Return, it was one of the supreme techniques of the Jellyfish Celestial Palace, of the same rank.

But Luo Zhou had gained one great benefit.

That was Liu Changlong's innate divine ability, Weak Water Three Thousand.

It was his innate birthright, awakened through his bloodline, so the other party's curse could not control it. He had passed it on to Luo Zhou.

Weak Water Three Thousand—not even a goose feather could float!

It could create a water domain in which all arts and divine abilities would dissipate.

Luo Zhou tested it. The water domain took the shape of a circle with a radius of one zhang, surrounding him in front and behind.

However, the technique consumed Weak Water Qi.

Luo Zhou was overjoyed. He had gained another divine ability.

But why did he feel more and more like the Jellyfish Celestial Palace's holy son?

Luo Zhou was delighted to have obtained Liu Changlong's legacy. After cultivating for a while, he went to sleep.

Judging by the weather outside, there was bound to be a torrential downpour tomorrow.

Tomorrow would be the day the old Crocodile Dragon met his end!

As he slept that night, the Eternal Fire Sea appeared again in a haze.

Liu Changlong was slowly sent into the sea of fire, where he was refined into a small flame that drifted through the flames.

But Liu Changlong's essence, Qi, and spirit had all been devoured by the Dead Spirits and passed on to Luo Zhou.

What exactly was this?

Could one person be eaten several times over?

Would every enemy he killed turn into a flame in the Eternal Fire Sea?

What good did becoming a flame do?

Luo Zhou didn't know either. He'd take it slowly. As long as he stayed alive, he'd find out sooner or later!

The second day of the seventh month. One day left!

Sure enough, the rain began at dawn. At first, it was light, barely more than a drizzle, but then it grew heavier and heavier.

Luo Zhou got up and looked outside. Today was the battle to the death.

Either he died, or the old dragon perished!

Then he'd better set out.

He put on a rain cape, slung three Eyebrow-Level Staffs over his back, and set off through the rain.

He soon reached Submerged Water Bay, the place where the dragon was supposed to die according to his memories.

He'd wait right here and ambush the old Crocodile Dragon.

In fact, Luo Zhou had already come here countless times over the past few days.

He knew the terrain by heart.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and thunderbolts crashed down now and then.

Luo Zhou took out an Invisibility Talisman and quietly activated it.

As long as he didn't move, one Invisibility Talisman could keep him invisible for three hours.

But despite his rain cape, with the downpour coming down in sheets, one Invisibility Talisman would last an hour and a half at most.

Luo Zhou wasn't worried. He had six Invisibility Talismans, three Random Flight Talismans, and three Illusion Talismans.

If he didn't spend his Spirit Stones, was he saving them for the corpse collectors?

He'd spend them and turn them into strength of his own.

Time passed little by little, and the Invisibility Talisman's effect wore off.

Luo Zhou activated another Invisibility Talisman.

The rain had eased, dwindling to a light drizzle.

But the river ahead had swelled. The once-calm channel now rushed by in a torrent.

He waited here for an hour and a half. Not a single person passed by.

Even a fool knew that the Rainy Night Devil came out to eat people when it rained. Walking along a river bridge or beside a lake then was practically asking to die.

Though the Crocodile Dragon was called the Rainy Night Devil, it came out during the day, too.

You thought you'd be safe if you stayed off the shore? It could easily come ashore and roam about.

The bold and the unbelieving were already dead!

He kept waiting. Around noon, Luo Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up.

In the river, something was swimming upstream!

It was the old Crocodile Dragon!

At that moment, though, it had shrunk to the size of a puppy, swimming against the current.

The puppy-sized old Crocodile Dragon looked rather adorable.

But anyone who came across it would never be seen again.

For all these years, the old Crocodile Dragon had eaten people silently, leaving nothing behind.

Perhaps ten years ago, it had grown tired of eating people and started leaving corpses behind. That was how it earned the name Rainy Night Devil.

Luo Zhou stayed motionless, fully focused, holding the Dragon-Slaying Thrust as he waited in silence.

The old Crocodile Dragon swam leisurely through the river.

It seemed to be inspecting its territory, completely at ease.

It paid no attention to anything on the riverbank. It just ate and played!

Suddenly, a great tide surged around it, waves sweeping in every direction like a flood cresting over the land.

Someone roared, "Overturning Rivers and Seas, Giant Waves Reach the Sky!"

The old Crocodile Dragon grinned. What a fun surprise.

Someone else had come to slay a dragon!

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