Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Illusory Shadow of the Flood Dragon

In the air, Yin Suxin’s robes fluttered like a celestial maiden’s. She stood silently, radiating the aura of an immortal descending to the mortal world.

She did not speak a word, yet all eyes were drawn to her. Her elegance was captivating, like a pristine lotus—admired from afar but not to be trifled with.

Across from her stood fifteen-year-old Cang Ye. Though his face still held youthful softness, his eyes burned with excitement and a trace of wild fervor.

Cang Ye walked forward as if climbing invisible stairs. With each step, his aura intensified.

After twenty steps, he stood in the air, surrounded by crackling energy waves. With each stride, he had honed his condition to perfection, ready to strike decisively.

“Cang Ye greets Senior Sister Yin,” he said, clasping his fists. But his eyes betrayed pure murderous intent, far from the courtesy of a spar.

Yin Suxin smiled faintly, like a pear blossom blooming—subtle yet graceful.

“Junior Brother Cang, you honor us. As guests from afar, we of Divine Grace Palace apologize for any oversight in hospitality,” she replied, her voice gentle and melodious.

“Cultivators care not for trivialities. I seek only supreme power—the Dao that crushes all beneath heaven. Is this not Senior Sister’s pursuit too?” Cang Ye’s tone sharpened, his killing intent thickening.

“The Heavenly Dao is elusive. Follow your heart and nature’s course. Beyond cultivation, this vast world holds countless wonders worth exploring, Junior Brother,” Yin Suxin answered calmly.

“Ha! How amusing. If all Divine Grace Palace disciples think like you, then we share no common path. Let our skills judge right and wrong today!” Cang Ye’s booming laughter clashed with his boyish frame, twisting his youthful features into something grotesque and fearsome.

Yin Suxin said nothing more. A flick of her wrist summoned a white ribbon that danced around her, weaving a protective cocoon.

“You dare look down on me? Today, you’ll witness the true might of Misty Sect’s elite!”

Enraged by her defensive stance, Cang Ye exploded into motion, becoming a blur as he lunged at her.

*Boom!*

His palm struck the ribbon barrier. The silk shuddered briefly before resuming its gentle swirl—the attack had done nothing.

Cang Ye’s eyes narrowed, malice twisting his boyish face into something unnervingly vicious.

Ye Yun and others glanced at Cheng Yuweng. What methods had the Vice Sect Leader used to mold a fifteen-year-old into such ruthlessness?

Cheng Yuweng’s expression darkened. Murong Wuqing’s initial defeat weighed heavily—this contest determined the Great Qin Empire’s shares of treasures from the Saint’s Secret Vault. Failure meant disgrace and harsh punishment, even for a Vice Sect Leader.

He glared at Yin Suxin, seeing only a corpse-to-be. Beauty meant nothing against impending death.

Cang Ye’s strike had been a probe. Despite his rage, he was no fool—only calculation could have brought him to this level at fifteen. Though not yet tempered by the Golden Core heavenly tribulation, his power rivaled any Golden Core stage cultivator’s. Few survived facing him.

A dragon’s roar erupted from Cang Ye as a translucent white dragon materialized above him. It circled thrice before coalescing into a curved sword in his palm—the hilt a dragon’s head, the blade its tail, humming with draconic resonance.

“The Transformation Dragon Sword?!” Yan Rushui’s brows furrowed, her voice trembling.

“Indeed—Misty Sect’s treasure,” Cheng Yuweng sneered. This was his ace for claiming Divine Grace Palace’s shares.

Murong Wuqing’s skills could overwhelm even Fourth Level Nascent Soul Ancestors, yet he’d fallen to Shu Anshi’s monstrous talent. As for Jun Ruolan—though her cultivation seemed ordinary and she lacked the Golden Core heavenly tribulation, she was the Misty Sect Leader’s personal disciple, lavished with resources. More crucially, she was an elite from Moon Goddess Palace. How could such talent fail to slay Ye Yun, a mere First Level Golden Core novice?

Cang Ye, Cheng Yuweng’s youngest disciple, matched Murong Wuqing in genius. Given time, he’d reach Nascent Soul stage—perhaps even Fifth Level. Years of meticulous training had forged him into this weapon.

And now, with the borrowed Transformation Dragon Sword—a blade that became a devouring dragon with one swing—victory was assured.

This Transformation Dragon Sword contained the sealed soul of a flood dragon. Once released through special methods, the dragon soul could regain sixty percent of its peak power when nourished by spiritual energy.

How could a mere Golden Core stage disciple withstand sixty percent of a flood dragon’s strength? Even Third or Fourth Level Nascent Soul cultivators would struggle.

This was Cang Ye’s hidden card.

The semi-transparent white sword in his hand now was none other than the Misty Sect’s treasured Transformation Dragon Sword.

Yan Rushui instantly recognized the white sword’s origin, her sharp eyes widening as she gasped.

"Suxin, beware! That’s the Transformation Dragon Sword housing a flood dragon’s soul! Once unsealed, its power surpasses anything a Golden Core cultivator can handle!" Yan Rushui urgently warned.

Yin Suxin was her most gifted and cherished disciple. Yet the girl cared little for cultivation, preferring guqin, chess, calligraphy, and painting – pursuits Yan Rushui considered frivolous distractions.

Had Yin Suxin focused solely on cultivation, Yan Rushui believed her disciple would have reached Fifth Level Nascent Soul by now, possibly surpassing even Shu Anshi in talent.

Instead, the girl wasted her gifts on artistic trifles and mooning over Tian Yunzi’s disciple. This negligence fueled Yan Rushui’s fury – how could her star pupil squander her potential on romance and trivial hobbies?

Yin Suxin understood the sword’s danger, yet kept her soft smile. A flick of her delicate fingers sent her white ribbon whirling faster around her.

"Junior Brother Cang, let’s decide this in one strike. If you breach my defense, I concede. Otherwise, we end this as you choose – draw or surrender." Her voice carried calm indifference, for she’d always valued life’s beauties over martial pursuits.

"Surrender? You mock me, Senior Sister! Though your yielding would save time." Cang Ye’s laughter turned jagged.

Yin Suxin’s brows knitted. Her honest proposal became twisted into insult by the boy’s pride.

"Then battle it is," she sighed, annoyance coloring her tone.

"Finally! Enough empty words!" The fourteen-year-old’s face contorted unnervingly as he raised his sword.

Yin Suxin’s jade finger twitched. Her unassuming white ribbon – actually a mid-grade Immortal artifact second only to Yan Rushui’s blade – transformed into a blazing white divine rainbow streaking toward Cang Ye’s heart.

She had to end this before he unleashed the dragon soul. Though despising conflict, as Demon Suppression Peak’s chief disciple, she couldn’t escape her martial duties.

Cang Ye’s eyes flashed. With a vicious grin, he met the attack head-on, swinging the Transformation Dragon Sword. A white dragon’s ethereal figure erupted from the blade, swelling to three zhang as it roared toward the incoming rainbow.

Whoosh!

The dragon phantom plunged into the white radiance. Though momentarily slowed, the divine rainbow swallowed the apparition and continued its advance.

Unfazed, Cang Ye flicked his left hand. Two coin-shaped artifacts shot forth, followed by a shrieking arrow and an expanding golden net – multiple treasures launched in quick succession to overwhelm the attack.

Pop! Pop!

The coins disintegrated instantly. The arrow pinned the rainbow briefly before evaporating. The golden net – a durable low-quality Immortal artifact – finally ensnared the luminous assault.

Yin Suxin raised an elegant hand. A burst of true qi reinvigorated her trapped attack. With explosive brilliance, the white rainbow shattered the net into golden fragments.

Now intensified, the radiant onslaught surged forward with destructive force. Yet Cang Ye’s smirk only widened as death approached.

"Perfect timing!" he sneered.

The carved dragon on his sword’s blade shuddered alive. An earth-shaking roar echoed as the flood dragon’s soul erupted from the blade, expanding into a ten-zhang behemoth.

The Transformation Dragon Sword’s sealed power had awakened.