Jiang Yuechu drew out her saber and casually flicked the filthy blood from its blade.
Her gaze swept over the panel.
Counting the old turtle she had casually stomped to death in the square earlier.
[Current Dao Cultivation: 413,272 years]
Looking at that reassuring string of digits, Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow.
This voyage overseas had certainly been worth it.
Rather than freeloading in Chang'an and waiting to die, killing demons and plundering their riches really was the quickest way to build up her reserves.
With a slight stir of her thoughts.
Billowing black energy erupted from the girl's body.
A faintly illusory Flood Dragon soul was forcibly ripped out of the Black Flood Dragon's corpse.
Torn from its body, the demon soul still roared and struggled, its ferocity towering to the heavens.
Jiang Yuechu snorted coldly.
She raised her right hand and curled her fingers around empty air.
The black energy filling the air instantly seized it in her palm.
With a slight tightening of her grip.
The Flood Dragon soul let out a piercing, anguished cry and was crushed into a mass of pure black light.
"In!"
The black light became a shooting star, hurtling straight into a major aperture within her body.
Humm-
Beneath her skin, purplish-black light flowed and shifted.
A closer look would reveal that the light had gathered into a tiny Black Flood Dragon, coiled within the aperture and swimming slowly as her blood and vital energy washed over it.
With that done.
Jiang Yuechu did not stop.
She turned around and exerted her control over the distant area once more.
Whoosh-
Wrapped in black energy, an ink-green demon soul passed through wall after palace wall and flew into the hall.
It was none other than Great Sage Pengxuan, who had been