Within [Crouching Dragon Ravine], the Dragon Son's blood descendants proliferated everywhere, divided into four grades: snakes, pythons, flood dragons, and chi dragons.
Jiang Yi picked useful information out of the jumbled sounds and traces of the world, understanding dawning in his eyes.
"After a True Lord-level Dragon Son was slain, the little Essence Blood left behind could create such a vast 'population'... Those of the Demon Dao truly are innate beings endowed with creation."
As Jiang Yi pondered, he suddenly heard a noise. Turning his gaze, he saw a row of goose cages against a corner of the temple wall.
Inside each woven bamboo cage sat tender-skinned children, some five or seven, others three or four, still crying and laughing.
"The Dragon King Festival... This place has to offer sacrifices to the Cloud-Blocking River's Dragon King year after year, using young boys and girls as offerings."
Jiang Yi's brow darkened slightly. He raised his hand and grasped, neither setting up an altar to perform a rite nor pacing the stars of the Dipper, simply drawing over a great mass of essence Qi.
In an instant, a charming woman with eyes like autumn waters appeared inside the temple.
Seeing Jiang Yi seated motionless, the woman hurried forward, curtsied, and said respectfully:
"This humble woman pays her respects to the immortal master!"
Jiang Yi was somewhat surprised. He had intended to summon a local earth god or City God, a numinous deity of the land, and had not expected someone like her to manifest.
"Are you the water god of the Cloud-Blocking River?"
"My cultivation is meager. How could I deserve the title 'water god'? I am merely a water-spirit attendant nurtured by the Cloud-Blocking River's water veins."
The charming woman answered respectfully.
"Why do you call me 'immortal master'?" Jiang Yi