Chapter 490 - 280: The White Flood Dragon’s Quiet Dominion, Solitary in the River’s Heart! (Part 2)

As the conversation came to a close, the man couldn’t help but sigh, thinking that if the White Jiao could finally transform into a dragon, it might become a legendary tale passed down through the ages.

Perhaps the academy could even have one more Great Demon of the Upper Three Grades as a guardian. The lifespan of demon beasts is long, far longer than that of human cultivators. In ancient times, there was a Great Demon that followed the founder emperor in conquering the kingdoms. After the founding of the Great Yan dynasty, this demon was bestowed with the title of a National Guardian Beast, sharing the glory of the nation.

"So there is such a deep connection!"

The woman exclaimed after hearing this, having never come across such stories in the academy, she curiously asked, "Senior brother, where did you hear or see these things?"

"Naturally, in the thatched cottage of the Inner Courtyard."

"Senior brother, you can enter the thatched cottage?"

"No, I can’t."

"Then..."

"I stumbled in by accident, and after that little uncle master whipped me so hard I was bedridden for half a year..."

The man fell silent for a moment, his mouth twitching slightly, and quickly changed the subject, "So not only is there the essence blood and Long Wei of the fallen White Jiao here in this mountain, but also the breaking realm aura of our academy’s elder."

"If a cultivator under the age of thirty with strong talent comes here, perhaps they might have a destiny with the White Jiao or with that gentleman. Reaching the summit of this peak might trigger the leftover Long Wei and Knowing Destiny aura in this mountain, resulting in extraordinary phenomena."

The little uncle master whipped the senior brother so hard he was bedridden for half a year?!

The woman blinked her beautiful eyes, as if unable to imagine the usually gentle little uncle master committing such a ruthless act.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask what exactly little uncle master used to whip back then, but seeing her senior brother’s twitching mouth, she swallowed her words and curiously asked instead.

"What kind of phenomena?"

Upon hearing this, the man’s brows furrowed slightly, just pondering how to describe it.

At that moment, from the mountain top suddenly came a sound reminiscent of great waves crashing against rocks, with wave noises rolling down from the summit, and under the influence of the aura, the clouds seemed like white waves rolling, layer upon layer.

It seemed as if they were not deep in Bai Jiao Mountain, but on the shore of the Eastern Sea, atop the reefs, watching the swelling tides and roaring waves!

This scene was rather strange and shocking, and the two who were conversing were immediately struck, involuntarily exclaiming in surprise.

"So vast, could this be..."

"That’s right, it’s an extraordinary phenomenon, this is an extraordinary phenomenon!"

The man was quite shocked, looking out with excitement, as he had only mentioned it to casually change the topic in front of his junior sister, never expecting someone would truly trigger the extraordinary phenomenon of Bai Jiao Mountain today.

"What, what is this?"

At this moment, everyone at the mountain foot plaza was slightly dumbstruck, many standing solemnly and looking up at the cloud mist transforming into tidal waves in this extraordinary phenomenon.

The next instant, it was as if a pot of water had fully boiled, the entire scene was shocked, but no one knew what exactly was happening.

Simultaneously, among the clouds, on the martial arts field at the mountaintop, the dignitaries of various major forces also showed surprised faces. A man dressed in a green robe, about forty years old, with a national character face that exuded authority without anger, stared at the cloud sea phenomenon with a look of astonishment.

"Fortunate, fortunate indeed, in my near twenty years of office, this is the first time I’ve seen a prodigy trigger the extraordinary phenomenon of Bai Jiao Mountain."

The stern man in green robe was named Song Yuanshan, a Fourth Grade official of the Great Yan, the Governor of Donglai.

"Clouds rolling, waves crashing against reefs, to trigger such a phenomenon... Future ascent to the Upper Three Grades, becoming a Great Cultivator, is all but certain!" The speaker was dressed in elegant attire, handsome, but with a hint of coldness between his brows.

The speaker was the current Patriarch Tao, Tao Yang.

"I wonder who could have triggered such a phenomenon!"

Another person spoke, dressed in a black martial robe, broad-backed and muscular, with an icy aura, the leader of the White Whale Gang, Gongsun Ba.

Following the dignitaries, a few of the younger generation who had already reached the summit, Tao Xinglie behind Tao Yang, along with Song Jingyuan and Guo Zhen, all clenched their fists, their faces changing dramatically.

They were currently known as one of the Four Geniuses of Donglai City, yet even they could not trigger the extraordinary phenomenon of Bai Jiao Mountain, and now someone had done so, this was undoubtedly a slap to their faces.

"Damn it, who on earth?!"

Song Jingyuan was filled with venomous thoughts, originally intending to seize the spotlight today and pave his way for entering Qingfeng Temple.

But now things were spiraling out of control!

At present, Guo Zhen and Song Jingyuan were both on the mountaintop, Baili Feng had also previously ascended Bai Jiao Mountain, yet the person triggering the phenomenon was not any of the Four Geniuses.

Everyone focused their gaze ahead, where the mist enveloped the area, placing considerable limitation on spiritual power.

Not long after, footsteps approached.

A tall figure came into view, with their hair tied high, exuding an heroic and imposing aura, and as they ascended the final step, the sound of waves suddenly reached its peak.

"Is it her, Baili Hongtang?!"

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"Remarkable, truly remarkable, for someone to appear in the Donglai Tournament triggering the extraordinary phenomena of Bai Jiao Mountain!"

"Although the cloud rolling and wave crashing against reefs isn’t the highest level phenomenon, the one capable of triggering it is still extraordinary, this trip was not in vain, indeed not in vain!"

A man in a Confucian robe couldn’t help but marvel, clicking his tongue in admiration.

Having spoken, his junior sister beside him was shocked and asked, "Senior brother, such a vast phenomenon isn’t the highest level? What would the highest level phenomenon be like then?"

"Junior sister, have you possibly forgotten what senior brother mentioned earlier, that there are two opportunities in Bai Jiao Mountain... The Flood Dragon is a beast that commands clouds and rain, the cloud rolling and wave crashing against reefs is only the aura of the White Jiao."

"Senior brother means there is another aura from our academy’s elder above such phenomena?"

"Correct, the White Jiao never became a dragon in the end, but our academy elder reached Knowing Destiny and entered the Upper Three Grades. Besides, our Confucian sect nurtures Vast Qi and takes it upon itself to uphold the world. While cultivation is slow, once entering the Upper Three Grades, with the Life Character manifested, one is unmatched at the same level."

The Confucian sect’s Dharma Gate progresses slowly, but is closely tied to the dynasty’s fate. Once entering the Upper Three Grades, with destiny upon them, their strength indeed surpasses other paths’ Great Cultivators of the same rank, excluding martial artists.

Hearing this, the junior sister nodded solemnly. Not only that, the number of disciples in the Confucian sect surpasses those of the Buddhist and Daoist sects, but the number of Upper Three Grades Great Cultivators is still fewer than those of the other two sects.

As for the path of Martial Dao, while martial artists are indeed peerless in combat, their lifespan is short, and even if they reach the Third Grade, they often do not live long before turning to dust, a mere fleeting moment in time.

"However, among the Four Families of Donglai, they primarily cultivate Daoist methods, while the two gangs focus on martial artists. The aura of our academy’s elder is not easily triggered, so this time it’s likely rare to witness."

"I see... but senior brother, isn’t there still you and me!"

Hearing this, the senior brother smiled bitterly, knowing his limits, aware he does not possess such talent, "Junior sister, you could give it a try."

"Alright!"

Upon hearing, the junior sister was eager to try, just about to continue climbing.

"Whoosh——!"

A sudden gust of wind blew by their ears, their expressions changing slightly, as they sensed an extremely pure Vast Qi, thus turning their heads to look.

Just one glance.

Their pupils shrank abruptly.

On the mountain path, a peculiar figure moved like a gust of wind, peculiar not just for the speed, nor just for the exceptionally pure Vast Qi, but also for the faint golden hue surrounding them, from which came a low, dragon-like roar.

Swooping past.

The dragon-like roar echoing in their ears seemed even more exalted, as the mist on the stone steps parted to both sides, revealing the ascending steps.

The two only saw the silhouette flashing by, sweeping past in a glance.

"Such a graceful body technique!"

"Such pure Vast Qi!"

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes, yet the senior brother sighed, for he distinctly sensed the Qi and Blood Power of a martial artist, along with the Confucian’s Vast Qi, on that person!

"Strayed from the path, what a pity..."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already reached the summit.

Boom!

The clouds atop the mountain abruptly shook, the vast cloud sea surged, and a roar of a Flood Dragon piercing the clouds shattered the crashing wave phenomenon in an instant.

In the next moment.

Bai Jiao Mountain trembled without end, the mountains resonated in unison, the vast cloud sea surged like a tidal wave, crashing over, vast becoming oceanic, as a White Jiao tens of meters long emerged from the rivers and seas.

Yet.

The White Jiao was not the main character at this moment, merely occupying a corner, lying on the eastern river and sea.

In the heart of the river, a solitary figure stood tall.