The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1721 - 1718: Qing Jiaolong! (5 updates)

Chapter 1721: Chapter 1718: Qing Jiaolong! (5 updates)

The Flood Dragon is the creature of this world that comes closest to the Dragon Clan.

It is said that a snake becomes a python after a hundred years, a python becomes a flood dragon after a thousand years, and a flood dragon becomes a dragon after ten thousand years!

On this Barbaric Ancient Continent, dragons only exist in legends, and encountering a flood dragon once in a century is already rare. It’s no exaggeration to say that even on the East Continent, you wouldn’t find a single flood dragon.

But who would have thought that in this Bingxi River, under the fishing hook of the Old Man of the Lonely Boat, there would actually be a flood dragon caught!

"Hehe, calm down a bit, I have guests today." The Old Man of the Lonely Boat looked at the flood dragon and said with a smile.

Zhang Jianxing respectfully clasped his fists toward the flood dragon and said, "Greetings, Senior Long Kun!"

The Qing Jiaolong climbed up from the ground with a fierce and evil look, curled up his dragon body, with a fishing hook still hanging from his mouth, glaring angrily at the Old Man of the Lonely Boat and said, "Quickly take your hook away, otherwise if I can’t eat you, I’ll eat your disciple alive!"

Zhang Jianxing wore a dark line on his face, silently crying out for help, his gaze went to the Old Man of the Lonely Boat, conveying a signal for assistance!

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat chuckled, "That won’t do, you’ve lost to me again, you ought to offer something good this time, right? Just in time, I have a distinguished guest today. I don’t want anything else, just a hundred drops of divine dragon blood from you!"

"How about it?"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat said with a smile.

The Qing Jiaolong rolled his eyes, "Why the hell don’t you just rob me? A hundred drops of divine dragon blood, do you know that losing a single drop of divine dragon blood means I need a year to condense it again!"

"And you want a hundred drops!"

"A hundred drops of divine dragon blood, if I give them to you, it’ll take me a hundred years to recover my primordial qi!"

The Qing Jiaolong seemed as if he wanted to swallow the Old Man of the Lonely Boat alive, speaking fiercely.

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat stubbornly replied, "If you don’t give it to me, I won’t take off the hook!"

"You! You old bastard, still so unreasonable!" The Qing Jiaolong was so furious that he began to breathe heavily, his gaze glaring at the cave, and with gritted teeth, he manifested a hundred drops of blood with terrifying power from all over his body!

And the moment these hundred drops of blood appeared, the devouring sword spirit within Lin Bai trembled violently.

"Hehe!" The Old Man of the Lonely Boat chuckled lightly, collected the hundred drops of divine dragon blood, then stored them in a jade bottle, handing it to Lin Bai, saying, "Friend Dongfang, you have come from afar, and I have nothing else to welcome you with!"

"This place is simple, but today I happened to fish up this old creature, let these hundred drops of divine dragon blood be my small gift to you."

Lin Bai was still shocked by the appearance of the Qing Jiaolong, and upon hearing the Old Man of the Lonely Boat, he snapped out of it and said, "Senior Guzhou, I can’t accept this, divine dragon blood is so precious, how can I have it?"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat replied, "Just keep it if I ask you to. Anyway, this old creature has plenty of divine dragon blood, what’s a hundred drops? Besides, you heard it yourself, it takes him a hundred years to condense it."

"To us humans, a hundred years might be a very short time, but to the demon clan, a hundred years is incredibly short..."

"For example, this old thing has already lived for nearly five thousand years."

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat smiled as he spoke.

The Qing Jiaolong, hearing this, smiled proudly, "I’m six thousand five hundred years old this year, my anniversary is coming soon, how about it? Old man, are you going to give me a gift?"

Six thousand five hundred years old!

Lin Bai was stunned!

Time is very forgiving to the demon clan.

"Besides, this is flood dragon blood, although it’s called divine dragon blood, it’s actually far inferior to true divine dragon blood!"

"Too many impurities, not pure enough!"

"If it were real divine dragon blood, even if you wanted it, I wouldn’t give it to you."

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat said.

The Qing Jiaolong rolled his eyes fiercely and said, "If you don’t want it, give it back to me. I don’t want to give it either!"

Hearing this, Lin Bai’s eyes gradually became fervent. Although this divine dragon blood was forcibly condensed by the Qing Jiaolong and couldn’t compare to true divine dragon blood, it was much better than other demon clan’s demon blood.

The devouring sword spirit had just shown a slight tremor, clearly longing for the hundred drops of divine dragon blood!

"In that case, I will shamelessly accept them." Lin Bai clasped his fists and took the jade bottle from the Old Man of the Lonely Boat.

The Qing Jiaolong watched as Lin Bai took the jade bottle, then stared at Lin Bai and said, "Kid, my blood is extremely precious. Back then, the imperial clan of the Central Holy Nation knelt before me for decades, begging for one drop of blood, and I didn’t give it!"

"You better make good use of it, don’t waste my precious divine dragon blood!"

The Qing Jiaolong stared coldly at Lin Bai, a hint of dominance emanating.

Lin Bai nodded with a smile, "I will use it where it should be used!"

"Alright, since you obediently handed over the blood, you may go now." The Old Man of the Lonely Boat removed the hook, and the Qing Jiaolong glared at the Old Man, then with a swing of his dragon body, he immersed himself back into the Bingxi River, disappearing from view.

Watching the Qing Jiaolong leave, Lin Bai couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at the jade bottle in his hand, he silently said to himself, "I was already at the peak of the third level of the Yangshen Realm, with these hundred drops of divine dragon blood, breaking through to the fourth level of the Yangshen Realm shouldn’t be too difficult."

Lin Bai was mumbling in his heart.

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat looked at Lin Bai, and in the mid-air, he grabbed lightly, causing a ripple in the space, and took out an extremely eerie blade!

"Demon Sword, a sword of great evil and malice. You must control it well; if you are careless, you will end up being devoured of your mind and perish as in the Stars Secret Realm!"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat handed the Demon Sword to Lin Bai and added another warning. After speaking, he cast his hook down again, continuing to fish on his boat.

Lin Bai took the Demon Sword, which was one of the main reasons he came to the Sword Pavilion, and asked, "Senior Guzhou, do you know the origin of the Demon Sword?"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat, without turning his head, said, "I don’t know, and I don’t want to know."

"But I do know one thing; from the beginning to the end, no sword cultivator who obtained the Demon Sword has met a good end!"

"Take care of yourself."

"This is the Sword Pavilion, and since you are a friend of Jianxing, you can stay as long as you like. If you wish to leave, I won’t stop you. If you visit again in the future, I will naturally welcome you with warm wine!"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat said lightly, "Alright, there’s no need to stay here to accompany an old man like me, you two youngsters go have fun on your own."

As he spoke, the Old Man of the Lonely Boat issued an eviction order.

Zhang Jianxing pulled Lin Bai, saying, "Let’s go, Brother Dongfang, let’s find a place where no one’s around to drink!"

Lin Bai was pulled by Zhang Jianxing away from the riverbank, disappearing from the Sword Pavilion.

As Lin Bai and Zhang Jianxing walked off into the distance, the Qing Jiaolong, who had just submerged, resurfaced, laying on the fishing boat, his dragon eyes observing Lin Bai’s departing figure, and said flatly, "You just gave him the Demon Sword! With his current strength and experience, if he uses the Demon Sword again, he’s likely to be completely consumed mentally!"

"He won’t," said the Old Man of the Lonely Boat.

The Qing Jiaolong asked in confusion, "Why won’t he be consumed mentally?"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat laughed, "I’m saying... he won’t use the Demon Sword anymore!"

The Qing Jiaolong asked curiously, "Why are you so sure he won’t use it again?"

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat replied, "He’s too much like his father!"

"His father?" The Qing Jiaolong asked curiously.

"Why, you don’t remember?" The Old Man of the Lonely Boat asked with a smile.

The Qing Jiaolong spoke furiously, "How could I forget? Of all my life, there are two people I hate most, one is you, and the other is... him!"

"Always carrying a sword, chasing after me, while claiming to refine his sword skill, even naming his sword skill ’Dragon Slayer’ just to irk me!"

The Qing Jiaolong fiercely glared at the Old Man of the Lonely Boat before submerging beneath the river.

The Old Man of the Lonely Boat looked on with poignant eyes, sighing softly, "What a pity, Lin Duo..."