256: 174 Three years_1 256: 174 Three years_1 Three years swiftly passed by, on a certain desolate island over a hundred miles in size.
A blue water curtain trapped a green sparrowhawk within, its body riddled with wounds, countless feathers falling off, occasionally spitting out thick bolts of green lightning that shot straight towards Shen Long.
Shen Long swung his Red Flood Dragon Knife in a furious dance, a stream of red blade Qi swept out, shattering the incoming green lightning.
The green sparrowhawk was about to exhibit other Divine Skills when a sharp and piercing screech sounded by its ear, causing it to feel dizzy and disoriented.
A gust of wind blew past, and Shen Long appeared behind it without any warning, a pair of golden wings on his back.
His right hand shone with a blinding red light, transforming into a dragon’s claw, reaching straight for the green sparrowhawk.
The green sparrowhawk hadn’t yet recovered its senses when its head was pierced by the dragon’s claw, ending its life.
Shen Long landed on the ground, a green light radiating from his body as the Gold-Winged Windroc separated from him.
Shen Long used the Zyphyxial Blade to slice open the green sparrowhawk’s belly, reaching in and rummaging around with his right hand.
Before long, he pulled out his hand and opened his palm, revealing a green Demon Core and a green orb.
Shen Long raised the green orb high, and there were no abnormalities.
“Haha, Absorbing Thunder Pearl!”
Shen Long laughed heartily, his expression excited.
Over these three years, he had slain numerous third-tier Monster Beasts, more than thirty of which were of the Thunder Attribute, yet none had contained an Absorbing Thunder Pearl or Leading Thunder Pearl, which also indirectly highlighted the rarity of these pearls.
This third-tier, Middle Stage Green Thunder Falcon actually had an Absorbing Thunder Pearl inside it, which was a pleasant surprise indeed.
Shen Long put away the Demon Core and the Absorbing Thunder Pearl, storing the corpse of the Green Thunder Falcon into his Storage Bag.
During these three years, he had constantly been hunting Monster Beasts in the wilderness and hadn’t encountered any third-tier Flood Dragons, but he had run into some Core Formation Cultivators.
He had yet to encounter any Evil Cultivators, but he had gathered a large number of third-tier Demon Cores and Monster Beast corpses.
Shen Long sensed something and quickly placed the Gold-Winged Windroc into its beast bag.
The sea surface burst open, and a short and chubby blue-robed old man flew out from the seabed, his expression panicking, a blue water curtain covering him, his right leg lost in an instant, his breath weak.
A deafening dragon’s roar sounded, and an enormous White Flood Dragon emerged from the seabed, opening its mouth to emit a beam of white light that struck the blue water curtain, the water curtain instantly freezing.
With a fierce lash of its tail, the White Flood Dragon struck the blue water curtain, shattering it instantly.
The blue-robed elder was blown away, vomiting a mouthful of blood as he flew backward, landing in the seawater, lifeless.
“A third-tier Flood Dragon!”
Shen Long’s eyes lit up with murderous intent, ready to attack this dragon.
“You wish to kill my Spirit Beast?
You’ll have to ask if I agree,” said a cold male voice.
No sooner had his words fallen than a golden Escape Light appeared in the sky far away, stopping abruptly with a flicker.
Once the Escape Light faded, a tall, golden-robed young man appeared, his boots flickering with golden light—clearly Dharma Treasures.
Seeing the waves of Spiritual Energy emanating from him, he was a Core Formation Late Stage Cultivator.
“Is this Flood Dragon raised by you?
I thought it was wild,”
Shen Long said.
“Hmph, if this were a wild third-tier Flood Dragon, it would have attacked you already,”
the golden-robed young man scoffed with derision.
A blue Escape Light appeared in the distant sky, stopping abruptly as it did before.
The light dispersed, revealing a Blue Flying Boat; two men and a woman stood upon it.
Leading them was a medium-build, red-robed elder with the Cultivation of Great Perfection in Core Formation.
“Senior Brother Sun, that man has been executed,”
the golden-robed young man reported as the Red Fire Flood Dragon retrieved the blue-robed elder’s corpse.
He searched the corpse and extracted a blue Storage Bracelet, then severed the elder’s head.
“Take his head back.
This is what happens to those who oppose our Three Immortals Sect,”
the red-robed elder said coldly.
The golden-robed young man nodded, letting the White Flood Dragon devour the headless corpse and then settled upon the dragon’s head.
“Let’s go!
We’ll return to report on our mission,” the blue-robed elder announced.
With a manipulation of his spell, the Blue Flying Boat departed the way it came, without giving Shen Long any further attention.
“In the future, when you’re hunting Monster Beasts, make sure first whether they are owned,”
the golden-robed young man spoke before the White Flood Dragon shook its head and tail, following the Blue Flying Boat.
“Ice Flood Dragon True Person, Three Immortals Sect,” Shen Long narrowed his eyes.
The Ice Flood Dragon True Person was a hero listed on the Hidden Dragon List, and the Three Immortals Sect, founded by three Nascent Soul Cultivators, had a history of over ten thousand years, with several Nascent Soul Cultivators.
It wasn’t one of the eight great powers.
The Northern Sea’s eight great powers had no fewer than ten Nascent Soul Cultivators each, with at least Late Stage Nascent Soul battle strength.
Some individual powers had Soul Transformation Cultivators.
Whilst the strength of the Three Immortals Sect was not insignificant, it still paled in comparison to the eight great powers.
Shen Long stowed his Formation Flag and Disk and transformed into an Escape Light, leaving the place.
Back in the Golden Flood Dragon Marketplace, Shen Long visited several major shops, selling off some Monster Beasts Materials in batches, and acquired a batch of Cultivation Resources.
As he walked out of the Golden Flood Dragon Pavilion, a refined-looking man in a blue robe happened across him.
“Oh, Taoist Friend Long, it’s you!”
The man in the blue robe let out a light exclamation, his face showing delight.
“Taoist Friend Ye, what a coincidence!”
Shen Long said with a smile.
The blue-robed man named Ye Qing had been pursued by several third-tier Monster Beasts, from which Shen Long had rescued him.
“Taoist Friend Long, I owe you greatly for your help last time.
Without you, I would have been dead.
Tomorrow night, I’ll be hosting a banquet at Purple Kite Courtyard.
If you’re free, come and have a drink.
Other friends will be there as well.”