Cui Jiuyang first formed a mudra with his hands and silently recited an incantation, shrinking his body until he was the size of a soybean.
Then he activated his water and earth escape techniques together. With a flicker, he slipped soundlessly into the sand beneath his feet, like a drop of water merging into the sea.
The straight-line distance from his little tent to Ao Han's command tent was about three hundred paces.
Along the way, he would have to pass many tents belonging to the Dragon Guards and Dragon Soldiers.
Every one of those Dragon Guards possessed innate supernatural abilities, and they might well detect his movements.
He therefore had to avoid them, following a winding route underground.
He felt his way forward underground in complete darkness, not daring to release his divine sense freely. He could only move cautiously, relying on his memory of the terrain and his faint perceptions.
Cui Jiuyang could not help mocking himself: Who would have thought that even with a half-immortal body, I would still have to sneak around burrowing like a rat?
He recalled how miserable that Malevolent Flood Dragon had made him outside Jining City back then, and could not help feeling a little wistful.
If I'd had my current cultivation back then, tonight's late-night snack would have been Malevolent Flood Dragon soup with kelp and tofu.
And where would I get tofu here on the floor of the East Sea?
Easy. I'd haul two demon kings out of the Register of Soldiers and Horses and have them escort that Malevolent Flood Dragon to a seaside town, then buy enough to match its size.
*Once they'd bought it, they could bring it back, skin it, pull out its sinews, and throw it into the pot with the tofu and kelp. Just