My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1269 - 485: The True Dragon Water Palace_5

Chapter 1269: Chapter 485: The True Dragon Water Palace_5

"Hahaha, I’ve been waiting for you to pull this trick, a bunch of ridiculous clowns!"

White waves churned in the seawater, and icy blue flames rose, lifting the three Stealth Cultivators onto the surface of the sea with the help of three Fire Soul Fish. The three fish even chose one of the Stealth Cultivators and spat a line of fire at him, which formed a cold flame whip in his hand. The whip lashed upward, causing the bearded Sword Cultivator to curse and swing his sword, only to be sent flying dozens of feet away with a crash.

He was not injured, just extremely annoyed, and started swearing in midair: "This is the power of the Darkness Xiezhi, does this not mean they’re taking sides and bullying our Wood Dynasty without any strong figures to uphold justice?"

The Stealth Cultivator charged forward, continuously whipping with the cold flame whip, and the Sword Cultivators couldn’t resist. The power of the three Fire Soul Fish couldn’t possibly suppress the group of Sword Cultivators; as the bearded Sword Cultivator claimed, it was the Darkness Xiezhi secretly lending its strength from the shadows.

The Sword Cultivators of the Wood Dynasty were driven away, and the vortex in the sky suddenly collapsed into a gap. Immediately afterward, a spring-like radiance gushed out like a blown bubble, bursting with a popping sound that sent dozens of rays of spiritual light flying everywhere. The Sangdao Monks were overjoyed and intercepted the ancient treasures individually.

However, not everything that had emerged was an ancient treasure; some were also Demon Beings. A Sangdao Monk intercepted a piece of radiance midway, only for a snake’s head to suddenly emerge from within and bite his wrist.

"Ah!"

More snake heads emerged from the radiance, wrapping around the Cultivator and biting him one after another. The Strange Snake’s body seemed like a lump of flesh with dozens of heads attached.

But more Sangdao Monks received ancient treasures and flaunted them proudly in front of the Sword Cultivators before rushing to claim the next one. Any Sword Cultivators who got close were chased away by the Stealth Cultivator wielding the cold flame whip.

"Hahaha!" The Sangdao Monks laughed heartily, claiming all the ancient treasures, working together to slay a few Demon Beings, before returning to the Seven-Color Cloth, ready to depart.

The Elder of Skill Transmission secretly shook her head. These Sangdao Monks were all below the Fifth Great Realm, and a grown-up wouldn’t bother to personally deal with these small fries. As she thought this, she saw her superior casually reaching into the sky. The three Elders saw a magnificent sight before a colorful satin scarf appeared in her superior’s hand!

At sea, the Sangdao Monks exclaimed in surprise when the rainbow bridge beneath their feet suddenly vanished, plunging them into the water one by one. Their superior waved the colorful satin scarf, and it stretched out with a whoosh, splitting into several threads that caught each of the submerged Sangdao Monks and dragged them onto the Spirit Leaf Immortal Boat.

The Stealth Cultivator tried to resist, but the cold flame whip exploded into scattered flames as soon as it made contact with the thread. She was caught by one of the threads as well.

The three Elders were dumbfounded.

Concerns about protecting oneself from disgrace and not stooping to fight lower-ranking Cultivators did not exist for their superior. They delighted in bullying the weak, battled with ease, and quickly ended fights when the opponents were weaker.

However, scanning the ancient treasures with Divine Sense, their superior discovered that they were not particularly valuable. They weren’t interested and waved their hand: "Confiscate the treasures they’ve robbed, and distribute them amongst yourselves."

The Holy Water Palace disciples were overjoyed, swarming to restrain the struggling Sangdao Monks. The Elder of Skill Transmission asked, "What should we do with these people after seizing their treasures?"

The superior inquired, "Does this boat have a lower deck cell or a water dungeon? Lock them in there."

The Elder of Skill Transmission shook her head, "We don’t have a water dungeon."

Their superior was dissatisfied, "You’re the Holy Water Palace, and you don’t have a water dungeon? That’s unprofessional." The three Elders were at a loss for words. Their Holy Water Palace was a respectable sect, not like Horizon Bureau with its harsh water dungeons!

"Anyway, lock them up in the worst place possible."

"Yes." The three Elders instructed the disciples, who hastily dragged the Sangdao Monks away, their curiosity piqued by their superior’s unique... method of restraint.

Those Sword Cultivators who had gathered in the distance looked at the scene fearfully: Who was this person? Casually capturing Yutomi Jūrō’s Tier-6 Sacred Artifact with a single grab?!

A representative among the Sword Cultivators bowed from afar, "I am Bing Mountain Sword Cultivator Ian, seeking an audience." Their superior knew of "Bing Mountain," where the peaks were said to be giant swords piercing the sky, resonating Sword Intent from the Great Path, gathering many Sword Cultivators to practice and realize Sword Intent. However, they were too lazy to deal with these random people and entered the cabin with their hands behind their back, "Please handle these trivial matters on my behalf, esteemed elders."

The three Elders of Skill Transmission were secretly pleased. Their superior had tasked their Holy Water Palace with uniting the Cultivators of the Wood Dynasty! This prestigious title was important for the exploration of the Ancient Annihilation Domain to follow. Though their superior would still be in command, the Holy Water Palace gained a status similar to that of a leader in the alliance.

...

On a Sangdao ship, a delicate and beautiful young man with silky smooth skin was casting a spell on the deck, only to be suddenly jolted off balance. He looked down in alarm to find his palm covered in blood!

He hastily ascended to the top floor of the ship and bowed outside a wooden sliding door: "National Master..."

"I already know." The National Master’s voice came from within, "It’s that fellow who’s arrived. He’s deliberately revealing his whereabouts to warn me not to bully the Wood People too severely. Hmph, does he think I’m afraid of him?"

As Yutomi Jūrō was about to leave, the National Master spoke again, "He bullied you and took your Sacred Artifact. Next time we meet him, I will seek justice for you."

"Thank you, National Master."

...

When their superior received the Seven-Color Cloth, they found it excessively flamboyant and initially planned to give it away nonchalantly to someone on the ship. Fortunately, they quickly changed their mind, realizing that giving this to any of the disciples or Elders of the Holy Water Palace, mostly women like birds of paradise, could lead to misunderstandings.

"Let it go," their superior reflected in their cabin, "After all, it’s a Tier-6 Magical Instrument. When did I become so wealthy that I can casually give away a Tier-6 Magical Instrument?"

"I’ll give it to my sister when I get back."

The Little Loach silently slipped into the sea, with Elder Brother possessing it, preparing to confront the Darkness Xiezhi. Why were they siding against the Wood People? Their superior had always favored persuasion over force, only resorting to violence when pushed to their limits. If they didn’t receive an explanation, they wouldn’t be able to hold back.