RNP Chapter 31 Clues to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire!
Chapter 31 Clues to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire!
Chapter 31 Clues to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire!
The next morning, the white dragon awoke from its drowsiness, but as soon as it opened its eyelids a crack, it froze.
Not far away, on an open space, Zhang Qingxuan was slowly practicing his boxing.
His movements appeared smooth and fluid, but with each punch he threw, the air around his sleeves vibrated with a muffled, thunderous sound.
What's even more unsettling is that wherever the fist passed, fine streaks of electricity would appear and move about, illuminating the morning mist in an intermittent way, and filling the air with a faint sense of anxiety.
In an instant, memories of last night surged back—the fist wrapped in lightning slammed into the scales, each contact bringing a tearing pain, as if the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and in the end he could only collapse to the ground, even the strength to struggle was completely shattered by the domineering lightning.
The white dragon shuddered, almost instinctively closing its eyes and holding its breath, hoping that the person hadn't noticed.
"Now that you're awake, stop pretending."
Zhang Qingxuan's fist continued its momentum without him even turning around, yet his voice came clearly, calm yet carrying an undeniable air.
"I'm asking you one last time, are you going to follow or not?"
Knowing there was no way to escape, the white dragon trembled as it nodded its massive head and lowered itself even further.
In those vertical pupils, fear and lingering dread intertwined—it never wanted to experience that agonizing, bone-deep pain of yesterday again.
"Roar—?" (Then—what I said yesterday about the barbecue, the wine, and the opportunity to transform into a dragon—does that still count?)
It forced out a low moan from deep in its throat, cautiously, with the last glimmer of hope.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingxuan paused in his punching motion and rolled his eyes.
"That's all."
He stopped and turned around, patting non-existent dust off his hands, his tone revealing undisguised annoyance.
"Who told you to refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences? You ignored my kind words and only behaved after a good beating. Now look what happened, your preferential treatment is gone."
After saying that, he ignored him and started moving his shoulders and neck, and began practicing another set of palm techniques.
The white dragon's eyes dimmed instantly, its head drooped on the grass, and a suppressed, aggrieved sob escaped its throat.
Is there anything more heartbreaking for a dragon than having its expectations dashed?
The opportunity to transform into a dragon—that was a fortune it hadn't dared to hope for even after years of arduous cultivation.
I should have agreed.
"but----"
Zhang Qingxuan glanced at its mournful appearance and shook his head helplessly.
He was naturally aware of the value of this white dragon—such a soul beast, which did not commit many killings and was imbued with the fortune of heaven and earth, was already rare. What was even rarer was that it was a white dragon that already had the form of a dragon, and its bloodline might contain the potential to transform into a dragon.
If one can subdue and guide him, and nurture him properly, it is not impossible for him to become a true dragon in the future.
With such qualities, he would be perfectly suited to be a guardian beast of the mountain.
Thinking of this, his tone softened slightly: "If you perform well and make contributions in the future, I might consider it."
What a twist of fate!
Bai Jiao raised his head, his eyes instantly clearing of their dimness and bursting with an almost tangible brightness as he stared intently at Zhang Qingxuan.
The gaze was so intense it felt like it could burn a hole through a person.
"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Zhang Qingxuan asked, frowning as he felt uncomfortable under its gaze.
The white dragon tilted its enormous head, its vertical pupils gleaming as if it were weighing its options and hesitating.
After a moment, it finally made up its mind and let out a low, solemn roar: "Roar—!"
(I know a place—a place where many precious treasures are hidden, and the energy of heaven and earth is frighteningly concentrated. However—a "Medusa Queen" dwells there, guarding it, and she is extremely fierce.)
"Queen Medusa?"
Zhang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around abruptly to look at it, his tone carrying a rare hint of urgency.
"Is there a peculiar spring in that place? Half of it is icy blue, chilling to the bone, condensing into mist; the other half is crimson, boiling hot, like churning lava? And around the spring, countless exotic flowers and rare herbs grow, rarely found in the outside world?"
The white dragon's eyes widened, its vertical pupils shrinking to slits, filled with disbelief: "Roar—?!"
(How do you know so much? Have you been there?)
A meaningful smile appeared on Zhang Qingxuan's face.
As expected! The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire—I never thought I'd find clues in this way.
He shook his head: "I only know its name and appearance, but I can't find its exact location. Can you take me there?"
The white dragon nodded hastily, but then quickly revealed a deep sense of apprehension, growling a warning in a low voice, its tone filled with obvious fear: "Roar—" (Leading the way is fine, but that snake is really—really hard to deal with!)
"Oh? What's so special about it?" Zhang Qingxuan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Roar—!" (It has a strange ability that can make creatures within a certain range move extremely slowly, as if they are stuck in a swamp, or even completely unable to move for a short period of time! I once saw a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast frozen in place and strangled to death by it!)
"Roar—!" (And its eyes! When it stares, it emits a grayish-white light, and any living thing that is illuminated by it will gradually turn from its skin and flesh into cold, hard stone!)
"Roar—!" (It was precisely because of these two skills that it had dominated that precious land for many years, and no other spirit beast in the vicinity dared to provoke it!)
Upon hearing this description, Zhang Qingxuan's smile deepened, and a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.
[Isn't this Dugu Bo's eighth soul skill, Time Freeze, and the "Medusa's Gaze" attached to that Medusa head soul bone? So that's where it comes from.]
[That's right! Judging from the current timeline, that old poison master Dugu Bo definitely hasn't discovered this Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well yet.]
This precious place is destined for me!
"It's alright, just lead the way."
"It's just a snake, I'll take care of it."
He was confident, his tone relaxed yet exuding an undeniable self-assurance.
Zhang Qingxuan remained completely unmoved by the two abilities that Bai Jiao was so wary of; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.
Petrifying rays? Time-space stagnation?
Can you keep him in check?
He had perfected the Golden Light Mantra, and with a thought, the protective golden light would spontaneously flow around him, forming a seamless whole that was everlasting.
Evil cannot approach, and all laws cannot invade! These eight words are not empty words.
As for the ability to freeze time and space, its effectiveness ultimately depends on who wields it.
Don't you see, even the Wudang King of later generations, who used the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to immobilize the old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, only managed to escape in an instant!
Want to fight back? That's wishful thinking.
No matter how strong this Medusa is, can she be stronger than me, who has been practicing the Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Magic for many years?
Even Dugu Bo, who was not good at direct combat, was able to eventually defeat Queen Medusa and obtain her soul bone and soul ring.
Now that he possesses the ultimate skills of the Celestial Master's Mansion, if he still can't handle it, wouldn't he become a huge joke?
No, that's the funniest joke ever!
"Let's go, lead the way." Zhang Qingxuan waved his sleeve and stood with his hands behind his back.
He was determined to obtain the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, along with the celestial treasures within that could reshape the continent.
Looking at the composed demeanor of the figure before him, Bai Jiao's fear inexplicably dissipated somewhat.
It let out a low growl, twisted its massive body, slowly turned around, and swam into the depths of the dense forest.
Zhang Qingxuan stepped forward to follow, his robes fluttering, with faint flashes of lightning appearing.