Arrows Astonish the Crowd, Galloping Ten Thousand Miles

"Senior Long, we've come to your aid."

In the distance, seven figures rushed closer.

It turned out that a grand banquet was being held not far from here. Upon hearing the commotion, they quickly rushed to help.

Su Yu asked, "Who are you waiting for? Given this situation, do you have a good solution?"

The Python Flood Dragon, having expended a great deal of energy, now lay in the river, resting and conserving its strength. The river was unusually calm, making it easy and stable for the Dragon-Riding Ship to hover in the water.

But the rain didn't stop, and the thunder was building. Once the flood started, people could be exhausted, struck dead, or killed... it was unlikely to stop halfway.

The seven men exchanged glances and declared loudly, "We are seven brothers, the Seven Sons of the Harmonious Stratagem."

Wen Caishang said, "The Seven Sons of the Harmonious Stratagem... Zhang, the Fish Guild of the Yuzhou Yunan Circuit, is well-versed in aquatic skills. Tell me how you will assist them."

The leader of the seven said, "It is an honor that Madam has heard of our reputation. We seven are not very talented, but we know a little about wave-dancing. We can help Senior Dragon with his waves!"

The Python Flood Dragon raised its head and said, "Very well! You all, perform the wave dance for me!"

Wen Caishang walked to the edge of the boat, pointed to the river, and said, "It's complicated. Whoever gets this single-edged sword into the water first wins."

Traveling thousands of miles away, a day and a night passed.

The sword was folded with exquisite force. The first arrow missed its mark, and miraculously, the single-edged sword fell into the river with a splash, a sight that filled everyone with horror.

We arrived at a flat, steep area where the river channel was straight and wide enough to cross. Python Flood Dragon frolicked in the water, giving us a sense of ease and comfort.

In the instant their Inner Qi was exhausted, the man together pushed the wave toward the edge of the water, shouting, "Old dragon, this is not the time!" The Python Flood Dragon rode the wave, and with great effort, was sent more than a hundred feet away.

Zhe Jian understood. "That must be the clash between admiring and slaying dragons. The descendants of the Python Flood Dragon traverse thousands of miles of water, their serpentine bodies undergoing transformation, but the real danger is probably just beginning. It's a pity that you have enough strength, but you can only be a spectator. But... for such a grand event, even as a spectator, you'll be content!"

As dawn breaks, savor this fleeting moment of intensity.

Dan Zhongdao was taken aback, then swung his sword to parry, deflecting the arrow. He glanced at the Dragon-Riding Ship, his brow furrowing. Wen Caishang said, "You said shoot here, so he'll shoot here."

Enraged, the Python Flood Dragon lashed its tail and slammed it against the waves. With a single, powerful slap, dozens were killed or wounded. Though the ants were large, they were outnumbered and outgunned. Only a few were lucky enough to manage to slash the dragon's body with their knives, managing to cut its skin.

"He fired a series of arrows, striking my... Lingtai, Xuanji... and other acupoints."

"He..." Zhu Shitong was stunned.

This single-handed swordsman waved his banner, commanding his soldiers in the water to form a battle formation. The formation was orderly yet disorderly, having been practiced several times. The entanglement was so intense that it severely hampered their retreat.

Zhu, observing from the other side of the boat, caught a glimpse of the broken sword and suddenly thought, "That young master hasn't been a day since he disembarked. He's not a weakling, and he's useful. His constant wandering around is really an eyesore. You all worked so hard to protect the dragon, and in the end... that young master got away with it!"

Wen Caishang said, "Shoot me in the right leg." She slung her longbow over her shoulder, drew an arrow, and shot it at the right leg of the single-armed sword user.

Zhu Shitong leaped out of the water, grabbed the edge of the boat, and climbed down onto the deck. He was holding his breath, but he dared to lash out.

Zhejian snorted and stood back, saying, "Junior Zhu, what should we do?" Although he felt his Kong Li and his body grow cold, Zhejian had experienced many life-and-death situations since he started practicing martial arts, which had tempered his resilient martial spirit.

The leader was named "Single Heavy Blade," but his swordsmanship was extremely weak; he was a low-level fighter in the Shan family's shipping business.

Therefore, there was no intention to provoke them.

I saw Madam Wen standing gracefully in front of the broken sword. She suddenly smiled, whispered a few words in my ear, and then the broken sword turned the arrow and shot it at me.

As a dragon moves through water, its energy wanes the further it goes. Therefore, although those who Dragon-Slaying Banquet set up obstacles on the distant road behind, they rarely meet the dragon head-on.

Turn into a bend.

Wen Caishang casually imparted knowledge about the martial Jianghu.

The golden hue of the dragon's scales was even more pronounced amidst the dark green.

The seven individuals are not related by blood, but their fate is not shallow. After meeting in the Jianghu, they hit it off immediately. By a twist of fate, they inherit the skills of the "Harmonious Stratagem Sect," a martial arts style that has been lost for a long time.

With the help of the momentum, it leaped nearly seven hundred feet, its momentum like that of a dragon. It brought with it a strong airflow, which carried the Dragon-Riding Ship downwards.

Along the way, beyond 8,000, 1,000, 4,000... the momentum was weak, and there were dangers and obstacles to hinder it.

However, when the seven of them joined forces and formed a battle formation, they had a record of capturing a martial artist of the Third Realm alive. The ingenuity of this formation lay in the Seven-Star Harmonious Stratagem Formation.

Feeling indignant, and seeing the fierce fighting in the water, he walked over with a smile and said, "Brother Li, what do you think of this fight in the water? Isn't it magnificent? Isn't it exciting?"

The two sides are deadlocked.

Ten thousand miles away, the dragon gradually grew weak, while the guests at the Dragon-Slaying Banquet were sharpening their knives, all in position, their momentum growing ever fiercer!

Qiangweiya laughed and said, "Hurry up."

Having mastered the art of perfect harmony, the Seven-Star Harmonious Stratagem Formation and Closing contains the principles of opening and closing, and the changes of the stars. The seven people stand in one place, their Inner Qi connected in the the Unseen. Suddenly, one person sends out both palms, and the energy flows into the river, creating a wave. Another person "receives" the wave and pushes it to the person above.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Shitong asked, annoyed.

"Kill!"

"Really?" Zhu asked suspiciously, Intestine-Turning Narrow Passage, "His eldest son has surpassed the Essence Consumption Realm. He could probably withstand a single blow from a heavy sword, how could he dare to say he'd make me fall into the water?" Of course, he dared to say those words.

Zhejian muttered, "The relationships in the Jianghu are simple: it's all about interests. Once you're in the Jianghu, you can't really avoid it."

Baihe Yizi watched the dragon depart, and seeing its fierce momentum, he felt a little resentful.

We cast our iron nets, intending to enter the river to hunt down the dragon. Nearly a hundred people, though skilled swimmers, dared to jump into the water to fight the dragon.

A fierce glare at an opponent can intimidate them and hinder their flow of Qi. Zhu Shitong had observed the Dragon-Walking Technique but found it of little benefit. Now, he naturally used it, striking towards the Broken Sword.

In this way, they pushed and surged against each other, piling up their momentum. The river waves grew smaller and smaller, rolling and surging, mixed with weak and powerful energy. At that time, even a single person working together to control the waves was sweating profusely, and it was extremely strenuous.

"What if you say... my usefulness is even less than his?" Wen Caishang said with a smile.

The eighth day of the seventh lunar month.

Even before the Golden Saber Earth Jiao Zhu Shitong arrived, the outcome was already decided. But looking back, he no longer dared to take it seriously.

"You stand right here. If his eldest son dares to take even half a step closer to you, then I'll consider myself the winner." Zhu Shitong stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the broken sword. I have practiced the extremely powerful "Jiao Frenzy Qi-Seizing Art," which includes fist and foot techniques, all of which condense the power of the whole body.

Zhu deflected the flying arrow, knowing it was from an ordinary person. His Archery were exquisite, but his strength was weak. What was even more formidable was that this arrow targeted a weakness in my martial arts, breaking through my defenses. In a real battle, Wen Caishang could defeat me with a single arrow.

Suddenly, they heard several small boats approaching from another direction. The soldiers on board were extremely brave and jumped into the river to fight the soldiers with single-edged swords in the water.

"My little rascal, how can you be afraid of those things?" Zhu Shitong said. "If you ask me, at his age, he should experience those trials. Or maybe he should go out on the river, shed some blood, and do some work? That way, sitting on the outside of the boat, he'll feel more at ease."

Wen Caishang looked at him approvingly and said softly, "I suppose that would be considered a defeat for Brother Zhu, and he would certainly be Qi Ingestion. This matter should be settled, and we should have another match."

Wen Caishang showed no smile, but her presence already conveyed a sense of authority.

Qiang Wei is exceptionally powerful, and he happens to have a close relationship with Madam Li Xian, which is why he's on the same boat as me. The more I look at him, the more annoyed I become. I'd rather offend Wen Caishang than dare to utter any insults.

The seven arrows were fired almost simultaneously, with remarkable accuracy but very weak force.

The fighting in the river continues.

"Seven arrows were fired in quick succession, targeting the neck, eyes, torso, and back."

Wen Caishang said, "Does he think highly of me?"

"What a joke!" Zhu Shitong roared in anger, thinking, "Wen Caishang, Wen Caishang, he's far too arrogant. To actually compare you, Zhu Shitong, to that young master!"

Zhejian understood the implication: that he was qualified to sit on the boat. He said, "Why is Junior Zhu going up?"

While aboard the Dragon-Riding Ship, Wen Caishang said, "The dragon's movement on water directly relates to the professions that relied on before the journey to the Benhua River."

I exclaimed in horror, "Terrible swordsmanship! Terrible Archery!"

The seven sons stood on the shore, arranged in a peculiar formation known as the "Seven-Star Harmonious Stratagem Formation." Any one of the Seven Sons of the Harmonious Stratagem, when fighting alone, would be of average strength.

"Let him explain again how he wants to compete," Zhu said in a low voice.

Zhu Shitong laughed and said, "Does someone like you, Golden Saber Earth Jiao, need to look up to such a senior?" I am an arrogant person who is proud of my talent. After a day on the boat, I have developed a deep respect for all the less skilled people on board.

"He goes up first, then you go up." Zhu Shitong's words were laced with coercion.

There were approximately one hundred people.

With a soft splash, it fell into the water.

"A dragon stirs the water, a battle for interests ensues. The struggle for Essence Treasure, the clash of trades... there have been no fewer such disputes before. He should watch closely."

From Python Flood Dragon to dragon, the first metamorphosis.

Even the weakest form of breath control is still useful to me.

As soon as Qiang Weiya called out, she shattered her sword and shot an arrow. They paused briefly, their movements perfectly synchronized.

After several attempts, the Python Flood Dragon finally crossed the waterfall. At that moment... the rain lessened, and the thunder grew louder. And then, Qidian among its scales.

Qiangweiya said, "What you said is not a joke. If he believes it, how does it compare to Broken Sword?"

"Among them, the most heavily involved are the Fishery Guild and Boat Guild... those that rely on the river. We are most afraid of becoming too prominent. One family wants to admire the dragon and help it move across the water. Another family wants to slay the dragon and delay its death."

I snorted and stormed off. What could they possibly do?

He also fell into the river with a splash, looking extremely disheveled. The others on the boat, including Su Yu and Qi Kaiyan, all gasped in shock.

Riding in a dragon boat, we were swept along by giant waves and carried by the air currents as the Python Flood Dragon Leap Ascension, crossing the water's edge.

"Very bad, eight-tenths of your strength was aimed at my index finger, seven-tenths at my left shoulder. The final, full-force arrow missed."

Everyone shared similar thoughts, feeling that Zhe Jian had gained a small advantage. After this incident, they all thought, "How could Li Xian's eldest son, at such a young age, have mastered such Archery? He points and shoots with perfect precision, his control of force is exquisite, and the arrow contains hidden power... Such Archery, in Lady Qiang Wei's hands, are like a tiger with wings!"

Zhu Shitong exclaimed, "Damn it!" and leaped away. His golden sword was drawn, its light flashing, accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers.

"Of course," Wen Caishang said.

"Great Immortal, that dragon boat was forged by the Hong Clan Boat Guild. Hong Muya, who was introduced to him, was a low-ranking member of the Hong Clan Boat Guild. The person who came to hunt the dragon and was shot into the water by him is the single-handed swordsman from the Shan Clan Boat Guild."

Zhu Shitong stepped forward and said, "Madam Wen, you have no ill intentions. It's just that her eldest son is handsome and fair-skinned. Thanks to you, Li Xian, he has gained all the advantages just by sitting there. I'm truly envious, truly unlucky. But you martial people, reaping the benefits without effort, is still wrong. So let me do a little work, and my bad reputation will be justified, and my words will be justified."

He used archery skills to execute Archery. His single-handed heavy saber was like a duel with a swordsman, and he was constantly losing ground. His strengths, weaknesses, and shortcomings were all exposed to the opponent. When he finally made a desperate attempt, he missed his target.

Qiang Wei truthfully stated, "The fighting was fraught with danger and ferocity, yet it felt magnificent and exhilarating."

"Lady Qiangwei's swordsmanship is also extremely terrifying. With just a slight movement, she can break the feather of a single-edged sword and make Zhu Shitong fall into the water."

Wen Caishang over, her gaze sweeping over the area with interest.

Suddenly, more than ten boats appeared swiftly from the riverbank. Under each boat were dozens of people, armed with knives, spears, clubs, iron nets, silver hooks, and all sorts of weapons.