Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 142 - 86: Space Advancement - Copper (Third Watch)

Chapter 142: Chapter 86: Space Advancement - Copper (Third Watch)

"Little master, have you ever read a book called ’Journey to the West’?" asked Little White Jiao, the most miserable jiao of this century, as he soared thousands of miles through the sky.

Before transforming into a jiao, White Flood Dragon was a diligent cultivator residing in White Dragon Pond. Occasionally, he also pursued a side hustle by salvaging bodies that had innocently met their deaths under the water.

On the body of a despondent scholar from the Late Qing dynasty who had committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake, he found an ancient tome. It told a tale of a pitiful dragon transformed into a horse by evil villains, carrying Tang Sanzang to the Western Heaven to retrieve scriptures.

Little White Jiao thought to himself that the work he was now doing was exactly what the unfortunate Prince Dragon had done back then. In summary, this really wasn’t a job for a jiao.

"I haven’t read it; neither Grandfather nor Master Shan Yin taught me. Be careful not to fly in the wrong direction," said Xiao Xian, sitting on the dragon’s back, enjoying the spring breeze on his face, thinking that this was much better than the Cloud Ascension Technique. It was effortless and allowed him to take in the beautiful scenery of the surrounding mountains.

It was a pity he couldn’t let Grandfather sit on the dragon’s back too; otherwise, he wouldn’t have to bother with taking a train. Xiao Xian had a poor impression of trains, which was spoiled by a group of thieves, convinced that the trains were crowded and stuffy, filled with the stench of sweat.

To prevent falling from the sky, Xiao Xian rudely grabbed several scales on White Flood Dragon’s neck, causing him to howl in pain.

The way White Flood Dragon took off was somewhat similar to an airplane taking off, except he didn’t have wings for gliding. Little White Jiao flying through the air relied on a wave-like motion forward, giving a feeling somewhat similar to riding a sea vessel.

Xiao Xian felt sick to his stomach when he first got on, nearly falling off, but after a while, he got used to it.

As they reached a certain altitude, Little White Jiao didn’t need to avoid low-flying birds anymore, and his speed changed from slow to fast.

From low to high, stabilizing at about five to six hundred meters in the air, which Little White Jiao personally thought was an appropriate altitude. The air wasn’t too thin, and occasionally passing birds didn’t dare come close, keeping their distance upon sighting her.

Little White Jiao’s size could be big or small. To match his little master’s wicked sense of humor, he was now about one and a half meters long, indeed indistinguishable from a horse, except for he had several claws under his belly covered in scales. According to White Flood Dragon, once he grew nine claws, he could transform into a dragon.

"Little master, I haven’t asked yet? Where are we going?" After flying for quite a while, Ge Village had disappeared from sight. Xiao Xian held onto White Flood Dragon’s neck, looking down through the clouds, seeing only city lights like stars below, unsure of their location.

"You really have no sense of direction, it’s really unreliable. We need to go to Guiyang to find that old villain Qian Yongcai." Xiao Xian had heard that after Qian Yongcai failed to get elected as a village leader, he contracted a construction site in Guiyang for landscaping, called Blue Sky Apartment.

Once in Guiyang, a little inquiry would likely lead them to him.

"Little master, why don’t we follow the train," White Flood Dragon couldn’t figure out his little master’s temperament, sometimes cute as a Lolita, sometimes scheming like a queen, and he wondered where she got all these cunning ideas at such a young age.

"Not bad, not bad, being old has its perks, experienced." Xiao Xian approvingly patted White Flood Dragon’s head, who began to descend, "Wait, what is that ahead?"

As White Flood Dragon retracted his claws to descend, about a thousand meters away, there appeared an airplane, moving faster than the slowing White Flood Dragon—it was an airplane about to take off. This scene had fooled both the inexperienced man and jiao from the mountains.

"You dare to race me?" White Flood Dragon snorted two thick breaths from his nostrils, dispersing the clouds on both sides, not descending but rather soaring higher, appearing as if he was about to break through the heavens, "Speed up, little master, hold on tight."

Suddenly, Xiao Xian felt his heart thrown into his throat, truly thrilling, carbon dioxide raging through the air, the space’s spiritual energy expanding, Xiao Xian suddenly widened his eyes, struggling to breathe, but the surging spiritual energy eased the discomfort in his organs.

"Keep ascending, I feel like I’m about to break through," Xiao Xian had never felt so much spiritual energy in one burst, further from the ground the air thinned, but the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere was richer, indirectly causing a significant increase in Xiao Xian’s source of spiritual power.