Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 1795: Chapter 1794: Heavenly Sea on the Run

In the end, the fat man didn’t reveal his true identity to Su Han.

But both of them understood tacitly; the fat man knew that Su Han had already guessed his extraordinary nature.

Neither of them were fools, there was no need to hide it; it was just that they temporarily didn’t want to say it.

In the following time, the two of them chatted for a while longer.

Mostly, it was the fat man rambling about all sorts of things, while Su Han listened calmly, not feeling impatient.

About half a day passed.

The fat man wanted to find the Pill Sect for alchemy, while Su Han had obtained the Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid and was eager to refine it, even more anxious to return.

This solitary training journey, ending here, could be considered complete.

Cultivation Base had reached the Sixth Grade Spirit Body Realm, and in hand there was the Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid from the Purple Yin Azure Flood Dragon. That Mu Shenling was unlikely to go back on her word; when visiting the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, she would bring the Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid from the Nine-Headed Black Jiao.

If that truly happened, refining and devouring both Flood Dragon Spirit Liquids, Su Han’s Cultivation Base is expected to reach the Void Heaven Realm.

Along with the Supreme Treasure Pearl, numerous Spirit Crystals, twelve Six Snow Ganoderma, and the reputation of the ’Nine Shadows Young Master’...

This time, it could be said the gains were huge!

Before departing, Su Han informed the fat man that this widespread snowfall would ultimately evolve into a towering catastrophe.

This catastrophe was not aimed at anyone, but at the entire Lower-Class Star Region.

It’s a certainty, not just a possibility.

The fat man seemed indifferent, as if somewhat disbelieving, but deep in his eyes, Su Han could see that trace of fear and depth.

Besides that, Su Han wanted to arrange a method of contact with the fat man, but the fat man didn’t have one. According to him, his whereabouts were unpredictable, without any faction, a loose cultivator, wandering aimlessly and could go anywhere.

Helpless, Su Han had to tell the fat man if he wanted to find him, to go to the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion of the Eastern Star Domain, or the Phoenix Sect that was soon to rise.

After the fat man nodded in agreement, the two of them completely parted ways.

... ℴ

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

Though the Battle God Star had scarce resources, it belonged to the Western Star Region, nearly at the edge of the High-Grade Planet Region.

Therefore, winding his way nine times, it took Su Han half a year to finally reach a planet three stars away from the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion—Purple Forest Star.

During these six months, Su Han didn’t have time to engage in cultivation, so the Flood Dragon Spirit Liquid from the Purple Yin Azure Flood Dragon remained intact, stored inside the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son.

”Whoosh!”

A figure in white streaked through the forest.

His speed was incredibly fast, transforming into a long rainbow, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye.

”Though the teleportation formations on Purple Forest Star are somewhat amusing, wanting to teleport directly to the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion requires you to go to the center of Purple Forest Star. Luckily, Purple Forest Star isn’t too big, with my pace and some small teleportation formations, at most within three days, I should be able to arrive.”

His uncharming face lifted slightly, the sunlight shining down from the forest, making his sharply defined features even more elegant.

Here, Su Han’s appearance had naturally reverted to its original form.

As before, clothed in white, hair draped behind, eyes like stars, dark and deep.

”Three days isn’t long; this time going away, having been for several years, I should indeed return...”

Su Han’s mouth curled into a smile.

The Heavenly Mountain Pavilion wasn’t his home.

But compared to other places in this Lower-Class Star Region, the Star of Heavenly Mountain was undoubtedly his favorite place.

Cultivators do have emotions; instead, the longer a cultivator lives, the more they miss their hometown.

They may wander across various planets, even through different Star Regions seeking higher realms in cultivation.

Yet, ultimately, the place where they grew up is hard to forget.

Though there are still three days before arriving at the central teleportation formation of Purple Forest Star, and then directly teleporting to the Star of Heavenly Mountain.

But Su Han was rather impatient.

Thinking of that cold yet extremely beautiful face, Su Han’s smile unknowingly deepened.

”Whoosh!”

With his steps, without hesitation, his figure flickered and disappeared.

...

Night fell, and the wind blew across Purple Forest Star, howling.

Under the pale moonlight, large flakes of snow landed, covering the ground in a blanket of white.

”Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...”

Many figures emerged from the forest, their breath weak, expressions holding anger.

A badge hung on each of their chests, clearly a Mercenary Badge.

The badge clearly bore two large characters—Heavenly Sea!

”Captain, what should we do?”

A woman with an explosive figure, her trembling peaks seemed about to burst through her leather armor, spoke.

Her hair was disheveled, looking a bit battered, her face pale, with the scattered and unstable aura of the Seventh Grade Spirit Transformation Realm.

From the outside, she didn’t appear wounded, but the blood at her mouth evidently suggested internal injuries.

This woman was named Luoo Ning.

And the ’Captain’ she referred to was, without doubt, Wang Chui.

Wang Chui at this moment, carried the aura of the First Grade Spirit Body Realm, evidently having broken through at some unknown moment.

Yet, this aura was still somewhat languid, even subtly appeared to be declining.

”You go first!”

Wang Chui bit his teeth, speaking gloomily: ”Hidden Blood Sect has a Third-Grade Spirit Body Realm expert among them; we are no match.”

”What about you?” Luoo Ning frowned.

”Wuche is holding them off; he’ll be here soon. I’ll hold them here!”

Wang Chui continued: ”Luoo Ning, hurry to the central teleportation formation; although they’ve sealed our Sound Transmission Crystals with formations, they can’t isolate us. As long as you reach the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, immediately a strong person will come to rescue us. Quickly go!”

”But...” Luoo Ning hesitated.

”No buts!”

Wang Chui’s eyes shone coldly: ”Even if I, Wang Chui, die here today, I’ll ensure Hidden Blood Sect pays with some of their lives!”

”No, I won’t go!”

Luoo Ning shook her head resolutely, suddenly firm: ”We, the Mercenary Group of the Heavenly Sea, have experienced life and death together. If I leave now, surviving would be cowardly!”

”You...”

Wang Chui wanted to say more but was interrupted by Luoo Ning.

”Captain, stop deceiving yourself; Hidden Blood Sect’s people suppress us firmly in terms of strength. Even without injuries, at peak condition, it would take at least a month or even longer to reach the teleportation formation. Hidden Blood Sect surely prepared an ambush long ago; it’s impossible to return to the Star of Heavenly Mountain.”

Wang Chui was slightly stunned, showing a bitter smile.

”Forget it...”

”We are adventurers, seeking fortune requires taking risks.”

”Yet, didn’t expect, having just broken through, to face imminent death at the hands of Hidden Blood Sect...”