The secret of the Emperor of Fertility Stele on Chu Fengmian’s body.
Only the Cheng family and the Chu family should be aware of it.
These two powerful families have probably not yet spread the news, but the disciples of the Cheng and Chu families in this Holy Land must have already received the message.
The Cheng and Chu families are both one of the four great families from the Martial Victory School, with disciples practicing in the Holy Land.
According to Chu Fengmian’s memory, both the Cheng family and the Chu family each had a core disciple practicing in this Holy Land.
Cheng Tiangong from the Cheng family, and Chu Ning from the Chu family.
These two core disciples were ranked seventh and eighth among the inner sect disciples of Martial Victory School.
Though not the very top, those who were promoted to core disciples were far superior to becoming just inner sect disciples; their status in the school would likely rival many inner sect elders, perhaps even be somewhat higher.
Because these core disciples might very well become vice headmasters of the school in the future, the inner sect elders also held them in high regard.
Not only because of their status but also the strength of these two individuals would actually not be inferior to the minor sect leader of the Dazzling Flame Sect, Young Master Yan Nan; they were extremely difficult to deal with.
Any one of Chu Fengmian’s current three formidable enemies would be too much for the current Chu Fengmian to contend with.
"Strength! My strength is still insufficient."
For the first time, Chu Fengmian felt an intense craving for power; he had to improve his own strength as quickly as possible.
That way, he could also make a move when competing for the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility.
Chu Fengmian’s gaze shifted as he suddenly spoke in a hushed voice.
"Three Divine Sea Realm pinnacle martial artists, one Gust Riding Realm Level 3 martial artist."
Chu Fengmian’s divine sense swept out and suddenly detected four figures that appeared in his consciousness.
These four figures seemed to be chasing something, and as Chu Fengmian’s divine sense swept over again, he suddenly spotted an enormous creature.
"This is? A flood dragon?"
Chu Fengmian instantly felt a faint dragon might emanating from the massive creature and blurted out.
"Is someone actually hunting down this flood dragon?"
Han Yueli, who was beside him, heard Chu Fengmian’s words and suddenly spoke up as well.
"In this Holy Land, it is said that there are countless powerful demonic beasts attracted by the rich spiritual energy here; I didn’t expect that flood dragons existed as well."
Dragons have always been divine beasts, unseen for a thousand years.
And flood dragons are demonic beasts with a touch of genuine dragon bloodline, like the Black Water Mystical Snake that Chu Fengmian had once slain; if its strength could reach the Gust Riding Realm, it might transform from a snake into a flood dragon.
Chu Fengmian’s gaze shifted and suddenly, he stared intently in the direction of the flood dragon.
Even if the bloodline was diluted, this flood dragon indeed carried the genuine dragon bloodline, and Chu Fengmian, who was currently practicing the Battle Dragon Technique, was in the process of condensing Dragon Blood.
If he could obtain the flood dragon’s Dragon Blood, or even its dragon core, it would definitely be of great use to Chu Fengmian.
Not to mention that it would aid Chu Fengmian’s practice of the Battle Dragon Technique; it would also be greatly beneficial to any martial artist.
Flood Dragon Blood, too, could strengthen the body, akin to a true Grandmaster of Body Cultivation, who must bathe daily in Spiritual Medicine, drenched in fresh blood.
The finest among Spiritual Medicines is the blood of dragons.
The Flood Dragon’s Pill contains an extremely pure essence of Spiritual Power, and indeed, a single Flood Dragon’s Pill could rival the Spiritual Power of a million Qi Gathering Pills.
If he could acquire this Flood Dragon’s Pill, the Flood Dragon Blood, Chu Fengmian was confident he could advance his strength further, even reaching the Divine Sea Realm.
In his time in this Holy Land, Chu Fengmian had already amassed a considerable number of Spiritual Medicines, enough to transform into Spiritual Power and assail the Divine Sea Realm.
But what he lacked most was an opportunity, and the appearance of this Flood Dragon was just that opportunity for Chu Fengmian.
That Flood Dragon’s Pill, Chu Fengmian must obtain it, to break through to the Divine Sea Realm. In this Holy Land, when facing Martial Artists of the Controlling Wind Realm, Chu Fengmian would not be devoid of the power to fight.
"What are you going to do?"
Han Yueli looked at Chu Fengmian as he suddenly stood up, speaking with caution.
"Take a look over there; there might be a chance to acquire some Dragon Blood, even a Dragon’s Pill."
Chu Fengmian said aloud, his form flickering as he chased after it.
While pursuing, Chu Fengmian also employed a technique from Emperor Xi’s Divine Concealment Technique to hide his form.
Emperor Xi was a supremely powerful being from Ancient Times, and when Emperor Xi’s Divine Concealment Technique was activated, unless confronted by a saint at the Divine Power Realm, it would be nigh impossible for anyone to perceive Chu Fengmian’s form.
After concealing himself, he used Emperor Xi’s Divine Concealment Technique to hide Han Yueli as well.
Two figures, silent and unseen, had already approached closer.
"Such an extraordinary technique again; what sort of secrets does Chu Fengmian hold?"
Han Yueli could instantly feel the strength of Emperor Xi’s Divine Concealment Technique.
This technique could allow one to evade detection by Martial Artists of the Controlling Wind Realm within fifteen feet, and if used for a stealth attack.
At that distance, a Martial Artist of the same realm launching a surprise attack could succeed with a probability of ninety percent, which was sufficient to attest to the potency of Emperor Xi’s Divine Concealment Technique.
Drawn close enough, they could see a hundred-foot-long body roaring, the very Flood Dragon they spoke of.
Around this Flood Dragon were four Martial Artists who were currently entangled in battle with it. Many of the scales on the Flood Dragon’s body were already broken and half-destroyed, indicating it had sustained significant injuries.
"Is that person Feng Heyue from the Wind God Sect?"
Han Yueli saw the leading Controlling Wind Realm Martial Artist and whispered to Chu Fengmian.
"That Feng Heyue is a Core Disciple of the Wind God Sect. Though his strength may not match that of prodigies like Yan Nan, he is still considered a rare talent in the nation of Wu Sheng, ranking within the top twenty among the countless talents there.
"As for the other three, they are also practicing the Wind God Sect’s Wind God Technique, likely the leading figures among the Inner Sect Disciples of the Wind God Sect, with strength not inferior to mine."
"It won’t be easy to snatch the Dragon’s Pill from them."
Han Yueli quickly guessed Chu Fengmian’s intentions.
It was only when Chu Fengmian wanted to obtain the Dragon’s Pill that he would undertake such an action, following quietly, waiting for the opportunity.
"With the strength of those four, they shouldn’t have been able to push the Flood Dragon to such a state."
Chu Fengmian’s eyes were already observing the ongoing battle.
Although this Flood Dragon was now severely wounded, it was unfazed in the face of the four’s siege, even having the upper hand.