Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 328: Battle of the 240_1

Chapter 328: Battle of the 240_1

A month quickly passed by, Refuse Barbarian City, a secluded estate.

Wei Tianming, Shen Long, Ye Hongyao, Wang Yueyue, Tian Hua, Lin Qing, and more than ten other Core Formation cultivators were sitting around a cyan stone table, sipping tea and chatting leisurely.

"Taoist Friend Shen, I heard you’ve raised a third-rank Ice Flood Dragon."

Lin Qing said with an envious tone.

"I subdued it in the Northern Sea Cultivation Realm. If Taoist Friend Lin is interested in a third-rank Flood Dragon, you could also take a trip to the Northern Sea Cultivation Realm."

Shen Long said with a smile.

"Indeed, the Northern Sea Cultivation Realm does have more third-rank Flood Dragons, but subduing one isn’t easy. Some would rather die than submit, leaving us no choice but to kill them for resources."

Wei Tianming sighed.

"Taoist Friend Wei has slain a third-rank Flood Dragon? That’s no small feat!"

Ye Hongyao exclaimed in surprise.

"Fairy Ye misunderstands, we used an array to kill the third-rank Flood Dragon. One-on-one, I am no match for a third-rank Flood Dragon. Perhaps Taoist Friend Lin could manage it."

Wei Tianming said with a bitter smile.

"If it’s an early third-rank Flood Dragon, I am still confident I can eradicate it. But a middle-stage third-rank, I wouldn’t be so sure. If it’s a late third-rank Flood Dragon, being able to run away would be quite an achievement."

Lin Qing stated.

"Taoist Friend Lin, you are an elite of the Wanjian Sect. Don’t you have a Spiritual Treasure? With a Spiritual Treasure in hand, a third-rank Flood Dragon should be no problem to kill."

Tian Hua said spiritedly.

"Taoist Friend Tian really knows how to joke. Spiritual Treasures aren’t commonplace items. Even Nascent Soul cultivators might not possess one, let alone Core Formation cultivators."

Lin Qing replied with a bitter smile.

After half an hour of casual conversation, Tian Hua proposed to exchange cultivation resources, and the other cultivators had no objections.

Tian Hua brought out over a hundred materials, and a black jade case caught Shen Long’s attention.

"Taoist Friend Tian, what Spiritual Medicine is inside that jade case?"

Shen Long asked curiously.

Tian Hua opened the case, took out a black Lingzhi with some golden patterns on its surface.

"Eight-hundred-year-old Profound Yin Mushroom, in exchange for poisonous Spiritual Medicine or Spirit Fruit."

Tian Hua stated.

"Profound Yin Mushroom! Taoist Friend Tian actually managed to acquire such a Spiritual Medicine. It can only be cultivated in places with particularly dense Yin Qi."

Ye Hongyao said in surprise.

"I found this in the Profound Yin Cave Heaven. There are many Yin attribute materials there. However, there are quite a few Ghost Creatures, and there have even been Nascent Soul-stage Ghost Creatures."

Tian Hua explained.

"Taoist Friend Tian, are you talking about one of the seven dangerous places, the Profound Yin Cave Heaven?"

Shen Long asked curiously.

Tian Hua nodded and said, "Exactly. I went treasure hunting with a few friends. Three of them died from sneak attacks by Ghost Creatures. The Yin Qi in the Profound Yin Cave Heaven is heavy, making it hard to detect the presence of Ghost Creatures. I was quite lucky. Two Nascent Soul cultivators encountered a mutated Ghost Creature and were all killed. My master just happened to see the mutated Ghost Creature slaying the Nascent Soul cultivators. If not for the fact that my master was quick to flee, he, too, would have perished in the Profound Yin Cave Heaven."

"Mutated Ghost Creature! Can Ghost Creatures also mutate?"

Ye Hongyao asked incredulously.

"Of course, they can, but mutated Ghost Creatures are even rarer than mutated Spirit Beasts. If you encounter a mutated Ghost Creature, run as far as you can!"

Shen Long said.

The cultivators each took out items for Tian Hua to review, and communicated with him through messaging plates.

Shen Long exchanged Elixirs for some seven to eight hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine, keeping them for alchemy.

About half an hour later, the gathering ended, and the cultivators left one after another.

Back at his residence, Shen Long entered the Alchemy Room, sat down on a red cushion, and closed his eyes to rest.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Long opened his eyes and took out the Scarlet Crow Cauldron.

He opened his mouth, and a three-colored flame flew out, turning into a Tricolor Firebird emitting a terrifyingly high temperature.

The Red Lotus True Flame had devoured a third-rank Spirit Flame, becoming even more powerful.

The Tricolor Firebird’s wings fluttered gently. It rushed towards the Scarlet Crow Cauldron, smashing against its bottom, turning into a three-colored flame that engulfed most of the cauldron, causing the temperature in the room to rise rapidly.

Shen Long felt his mouth dry and as if he had fallen into a volcano.

He threw materials into the Scarlet Crow Cauldron and then covered it with the lid.

After a while, a faint scent of medicine wafted from the Scarlet Crow Cauldron.

Shen Long concentrated entirely, his Divine Sense closely monitoring the situation inside the cauldron.

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In Skywolf City, another secluded estate with pavilions, towers, covered corridors, and waterside pavilions.

A tall young man in a gold shirt and a dignified woman in a purple dress were sitting in a cyan Stone Pavilion, sipping tea and chatting. Their attire clearly indicated that they were of the Witch Clan.

"To think they’d want our help in dealing with Human Clan Nascent Soul Cultivators."

The gold-shirted young man frowned as he spoke.

Wu Xian, an early-stage Nascent Soul.

"The Barbarian Tribe doesn’t do anything without profit. Since we are the ones asking for help, if the Barbarian Tribe is willing to help, we can avoid detours and reduce our losses."

The woman in the purple dress sighed.

Wu Yan, Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

A team of Witch Clan Cultivators entered the Burial Immortal Tomb to search for treasures. Two Nascent Soul Cultivators led the team, but only one Core Formation Cultivator came out alive. That was when they sought help from the Barbarian Tribe.

"Hopefully they’ll keep their word! As long as we can get that item, helping them isn’t a big deal."

Wu Xian said somberly, his face filled with longing.

A burly man in a yellow robe walked in, several Spirit Beast pouches tied around his waist. He had a smile on his face, apparently bearing good news.

"Great-grandfather, I’ve traded for a bottle of third-tier Flood Dragon Essence Blood."

The man in the yellow robe said with a smile.

"Wu Shan, what did you trade for it? The Barbarian Cultivators are quite capable!"

Wu Xian asked casually.

"Grandson traded some Core Formation Stage Ghoul King Yin Pearls for it. The Donghua Cultivation Realm doesn’t have places rich in Yin Qi, so Yin-attribute materials are quite rare."

Wu Shan explained.

"Your Nine Nether Python has Flood Dragon Bloodline, and the Flood Dragon Essence Blood will be of use to its advancement. After it takes the Flood Dragon Transformation Pill, perhaps it can transform into a Flood Dragon!"

Wu Xian took out a cyan porcelain bottle and handed it to Wu Shan.

"Thank you, great-grandfather!"

Wu Shan said gratefully, receiving the cyan porcelain bottle with both hands.

"Don’t feed it the Flood Dragon Transformation Pill just yet, wait until after this battle."

Wu Xian instructed.

"Yes, great-grandfather."

Wu Shan agreed wholeheartedly.

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Three days passed quickly. In Refuse Barbarian City, the Spirit Control Garden.

In a secret chamber, Shen Long sat cross-legged on a cushion, his gaze fixed intently on the Scarlet Crow Cauldron not far away.

After a while, Shen Long extinguished the Spirit Flame and opened the cauldron lid.

He stepped forward and looked inside the cauldron, seeing twenty-four golden pills, each with nine Pill Patterns on their surfaces, full and shining in color.

Shen Long’s face brightened with joy. After the Red Lotus True Flame had devoured another third-tier Spirit Flame, his alchemy efficiency had again improved, capable of making a batch of third-tier elixirs in three days.

He took out a red Messaging Plate, entered a spell, and the voice of the Ice Silkworm True Person rang out, "Shen Long, the great battle is upon us. We need to depart. Gather on the city wall immediately."

"Understood, Master."

Shen Long responded, stowed the Messaging Plate, changed his appearance, and left.

After leaving the Spirit Control Garden, he transformed into an Escape Light and soared to the high sky, quickly arriving at the city wall.

There, a large number of Cultivators had gathered on the wall, over fifty Nascent Soul Cultivators convened there, a magnificent sight.

There are more than fifty Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Human Clan of the Eighteen States, but some needed to remain behind to guard the rear.

Outside the city, hundreds of thousands of Barbarian Cultivators assembled, from Qi Refinement to Nascent Soul.

Lu Qingshan’s face tensed, and he said solemnly, "Follow me to meet the enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Qingshan jumped into the sky, and Liu Zi’an and others followed suit.

"Kill!"

Zhesen waved his hand, and the hundreds of thousands of Barbarian Cultivators spread out, charging toward Refuse Barbarian City.

Hundreds of thousands of Human Clan Cultivators also dispersed, engaging in battle across the vast plains, each seeking their opponents.

The Human Clan’s lower-tier Cultivators gathered in small groups, banding together against the enemy; the higher-tier Cultivators did the same. There was no choice; the Barbarians had incredibly strong physiques.

Shen Long’s gaze swept over the crowd, landing on a burly man in a black robe standing on a giant Red Fire Flood Dragon, his face full of killing intent.

Tu Xin, born in the Black Crow Tribe, Core Formation Late Stage.

Barbarian Cultivators also raised Spirit Beasts and Spirit Insects. Half a year ago, Tu Xin appeared on the battlefield, using a third-tier Flood Dragon to slay several Core Formation Cultivators.

The Red Flood Dragon True Person’s Red Fire Flood Dragon had killed several Barbarian Cultivators and, after being besieged by multiple Barbarian Cultivators, was severely injured and had not yet recovered.

Tu Xin was about to seek out an opponent when a hundred-yard-tall cyan tornado swept toward him.

He snorted coldly. The Red Fire Flood Dragon beneath him roared to the sky and spewed out a thick column of red flames, heading straight for the oncoming tornado.

The red flames collided with the cyan tornado, causing the tornado to explode and turn into hundreds of giant Wind Blades, all hurtling toward Tu Xin.

Black light surged over Tu Xin’s body, a giant Black Crow phantom appeared in the void above him, unleashing a black sonic wave that shattered the oncoming Wind Blades.

"Courting death!"

Tu Xin sneered, his Red Fire Flood Dragon twisting and surging forward, attacking Shen Long.

Before the Red Fire Flood Dragon could get close, it spewed out a burst of red flames heading straight for Shen Long.

Shen Long roared to the skies, emitting a deafening dragon cry, and blasted out a red sonic wave, obliterating the red flames.

Above him, the void trembled, and a giant black bird claw appeared out of thin air, targeting his head.

Shen Long reacted swiftly. His right hand shone with a dazzling red light, sprouted numerous dragon scales, and transformed into a red dragon claw, shattering the black bird claw.

A thick, red dragon tail swept over, but Shen Long swung his limbs, blocking the red dragon tail, only to be sent flying uncontrollably backward.

Before he could land, a hundred-yard-tall black tornado swept toward him, arriving in front of him in an instant.

Shen Long bellowed, blowing out a red sonic wave that destroyed the black tornado, with hundreds of black giant Wind Blades shooting toward him. Striking Shen Long’s body, a sound like clashing metal rang out, but he remained unscathed, covered in red scales.