Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 495 - 403 Alien Beast News_1

Chapter 495: 403 Alien Beast News_1

"A Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon? Is it that late-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon?"

Qian Hao asked eagerly, his eyes burning with enthusiasm.

"No, it’s an early-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon; it killed two Nascent Soul Cultivators and gravely wounded another,"

Ximen Hao said.

"Where is it now?"

Shen Long asked.

"To the northwest, over ten million miles away from the Golden Flood Dragon Marketplace; it might have run off,"

Ximen Hao said.

"Taoist Friend Ximen, I must take my leave now due to urgent matters,"

Shen Long greeted and hurriedly left.

Qian Hao also excused himself and left, intending to hunt down the early-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon.

Once out of the marketplace, Shen Long raised his right hand, and a palm-sized silver boat flew out, into which he cast a spell.

The silver boat immediately lit up with a dazzling silver light and expanded to over thirty feet long, with a moon emblem on its hull, radiating astonishing spiritual energy.

The Flying Spirit Treasure Moon-Stepping Boat, a prize Shen Long had seized from an enemy, was seldom used.

Shen Long stepped onto the Moon-Stepping Boat, and with a pinch of his spell, the boat shone with a blinding silver light and flew towards the northwest at great speed.

Qian Hao, not possessing a Flying Spirit Treasure, simply couldn’t catch up to Shen Long.

Both were determined to kill that early-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon, and it was a race to see who could be faster.

The Moon-Stepping Boat was swift, and in less than half an hour, Shen Long arrived near where the Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon had been sighted.

Ahead was a wasteland island over a hundred miles wide, covered in chaos, with many trees snapped at the waist and huge pits on the ground emitting black smoke.

With a flick of his wrist, the Green-Eyed Spirit Fox emerged from his Spirit Beast Bracelet.

The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox sniffed the air a few times and then turned into an escape light, dashing off into the distance.

Shen Long pinched his spell, and the Moon-Stepping Boat followed.

The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox returned, carrying a bloodstained silver dragon scale in its mouth.

"This is from the Thunder Flood Dragon!"

Shen Long frowned, taking the silver dragon scale from the Green-Eyed Spirit Fox.

After a few sniffs, the fox turned its head southwest and let out a low cry.

Understanding its meaning, Shen Long controlled the Moon-Stepping Boat to fly southwest, moving swiftly.

After flying over three million miles, the boat stopped, and Qianji True Monarch flew towards him, looking somewhat pale.

Not far away was another wasteland island hundreds of miles wide, also in disarray, with dragon scales and some puppet wreckage visible.

"Eh, Taoist Friend Wang, what happened to that Thunder Flood Dragon?"

Shen Long asked curiously.

"I finished it off; Taoist Friend Shen, you’re a step late,"

Qianji True Monarch replied, his face cautious.

As a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, Qianji True Monarch too had some apprehension towards Shen Long.

"You finished it off? It seems I am indeed a step late. Would you trade Flood Dragon Essence Blood for Golden Soul Pills with me?"

Shen Long took out a cyan porcelain bottle.

Qianji True Monarch agreed quickly, taking out a silver porcelain bottle and tossing it to Shen Long.

Upon confirming it was correct, Shen Long nodded in satisfaction.

"I heard that a late-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon was around; I didn’t expect it to be an early-stage one this time,"

Shen Long said.

"If it were a late-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon, I wouldn’t be able to kill it alone. I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave,"

Qianji True Monarch said, and with that, he turned into an escape light and left.

Shen Long did not stop him; he had already obtained the Fourth-stage Flood Dragon Essence Blood.

Pinching a spell, he steered the Moon-Stepping Boat back along the original path and met Qian Hao on the way.

"Taoist Friend Shen, did you find that Thunder Flood Dragon?"

Qian Hao asked.

"No, Qianji True Monarch got to it first; I was too late,"

Shen Long replied truthfully.

"Qianji True Monarch!"

Qian Hao suddenly understood. With the strength of Qianji True Monarch, killing an early-stage Fourth-stage Thunder Flood Dragon was not a problem.

"Taoist Friend Qian, I am heading back to the marketplace. Shall I give you a lift?"

Shen Long offered.

Qian Hao nodded and flew onto the Moon-Stepping Boat.

The Moon-Stepping Boat radiated a silver light and increased its escape speed. In no time at all, they returned to the marketplace and each went their separate ways.

Shen Long entered the Alchemy Room and sat cross-legged on a red meditation cushion.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Qianyang Cauldron emerged and landed on the floor.

He opened his mouth, and a cluster of green flames flew out, landing at the bottom of the Qianyang Cauldron.

Before long, the Qianyang Cauldron turned a reddish color.

He tossed the materials into the cauldron one by one, then covered it with the lid.

After a while, a faint scent of elixirs wafted from within the cauldron.

...

In Jinyao Garden, Ximen Hao and Qian Hao sat beside a cyan stone table, sipping tea and chatting leisurely.

"Qianji True Monarch killed a fourth-order Thunder Flood Dragon? You encountered Qianji True Monarch?"

Ximen Hao asked curiously.

"No, it was Taoist Friend Shen who mentioned it. I don’t think Taoist Friend Shen has any reason to deceive me."

Qian Hao said.

Ximen Hao nodded, indeed, Shen Long had no reason to lie.

...

A month passed, and Song Yan stood at the doorway of the Golden Cicada Pavilion, anxiously sending out a Sound Transmission Talisman.

It wasn’t much later that the doors to the Golden Cicada Pavilion opened, and Shen Long stepped out.

"Come in and let’s talk,"

Shen Long said, then turned and walked back into the Golden Cicada Pavilion.

Song Yan entered and closed the door behind her.

"Senior Shen, my husband was injured by a third-order Green-Eyed Spirit Fox and is affected by a strange poison. I humbly request your assistance. Here are the alchemy materials I’ve collected over the years."

Song Yan took out a golden Storage Bag and handed it to Shen Long with both hands.

"Affected by a strange poison? Didn’t you administer an antidote elixir to him?"

Shen Long asked, accepting the Storage Bag.

"My husband took an antidote elixir, a medium-grade one, but it wasn’t very effective."

Song Yan explained.

After Shen Long asked for details about Song Yan’s husband’s condition, he handed her a golden porcelain bottle and said, "Feed him one pill every half month. After taking six pills, he should be able to purge the toxins."

"Thank you, Senior Shen,"

Song Yan expressed her gratitude, taking the golden porcelain bottle with both hands.

"By the way, I’m looking for this kind of Alien Beast. Keep an eye out for it."

Shen Long took out a cyan scroll and passed it to Song Yan.

With a glance, Song Yan let out a light exclamation of surprise.

"What? Have you seen this kind of Alien Beast?"

Shen Long asked.

"In my early years, I came across a portrait of a Heterodox Cultivator in an ancient Cultivator’s cave, and the Spirit Beast under him bears a striking resemblance to this Alien Beast."

Song Yan took out a golden scroll and handed it to Shen Long.

Shen Long unrolled the scroll, which depicted a burly man dressed in golden robes, and beneath the man was a Spirit Beast.

"The Tianyuan Tribe!"

Shen Long exclaimed in joy.

The traits of the man in golden robes were not those of the Human Clan, but the Tianyuan Tribe, and the Spirit Beast under him indeed closely resembled the Alien Beast Shen Long was looking for. However, this individual was not the Heterodox Cultivator Shen Long sought.

Could it be that the Heterodox Cultivator Shen Long sought was in the Tianyuan Realm? Could another great opportunity of his lie within the Tianyuan Realm?

"Take me to where you live; I will personally tend to your husband’s injuries."

Shen Long instructed.

"Yes, Senior Shen,"

Song Yan said gratefully, leading Shen Long to a secluded green-tile courtyard.

Shen Long saw Liu Hao in a secret chamber. Liu Hao’s complexion was pale as he lay on a cyan stone bed, lips blackened.

Shen Long carefully examined Liu Hao’s injuries, took out a golden medicinal pill, and placed it in Liu Hao’s mouth.

Before long, Liu Hao coughed a few times, then abruptly opened his eyes and vomited a large mouthful of black blood, his face growing even paler.

"Husband, how do you feel?"

Song Yan quickly walked over, looking anxious.

"Much better, I had no strength before."

Liu Hao’s tone was weak.

"We owe it all to Senior Shen, or else you might not have survived,"

Song Yan said gratefully.

As Liu Hao was about to offer a formal bow to Shen Long, he was stopped.

"You should focus on recuperating. Dispense with the formalities. Song friend, tell me about how you came by this portrait of the Heterodox Cultivator."

Shen Long ordered.

Song Yan didn’t dare conceal anything and recounted the experience in full detail.