On the seventh night after landing, she was ambushed by a treacherous silver dragon from behind the clouds and sustained significant injuries.
In the following half a month, she was unable to transform into a dragon and could only walk on the ground. Since she had to interact with the humans, she could only endure. If those humans were only crying, cursing, pointing, she might have been able to endure, but when that scholar surnamed Zhou from the countryside rushed over with a red face and said that he wanted to rid her of the four pests, she could no longer endure.
As a noble Black Frost Dragon, she loved cleanliness, so how could she allow that man reeking of alcohol to approach her?
That day, she extended her hand just like tonight.
Thus, that scholar surnamed Zhou died, transformed into a flower of blood.
That flower of blood from several hundred years ago was even more beautiful than tonight's bloom. The scholar surnamed Zhou was even more thoroughly shattered, turning into powder that was blown away by the wind.
Perhaps it was because she did not have these chains on her feet at the time.
She thought to herself.
In short, the scholar surnamed Zhou died. Later on, according to that wicked scholar surnamed Wang, he even appeared in the local county annals and became a hero praised by all the people.
She expressed that she did not understand this, nor did she care.
The people of that county later organized ten-some volunteer armies to kill her, but she ended up killing many of them.
The people of that county were all very disorderly, so presumably the annals were also written randomly.
She thought to herself.
But … too many people really was very vexing.
She had an extremely poor memory of this. When she sensed the countless people surrounding the Orthodox Academy tonight, her first reaction was unease, and then fear.
She used a curtain hat to conceal her beautiful face and quickened her pace, wanting to enter the Orthodox Academy as quickly as possible, but she was still discovered by someone at the entrance of Hundred Flowers Lane.
The assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had sneaked out of the snowstorm and wanted to kill her.
This assassin did not have much of a scent, compared to that scholar surnamed Zhou from several hundred years ago.
But as a noble Black Frost Dragon, when offended, she naturally had to make a response befitting of her status.
This response was even faster than her ability to think.
It was to have the assassin die.
The assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets exploded into blood and flesh that fell to the snowy ground.
She felt a lot more comfortable, and the fear she felt towards the crowd in the depths of her heart faded a lot. Accompanied by this, the ruthlessness in her heart gradually increased. Following that, she killed another two human powerhouses. As the blood splashed and death approached, all of her fear and uneasiness disappeared. Her violent emotions triggered her bloodthirsty instincts.
She instinctively licked the blood at the corner of her lips. She thought it would be sweet and delicious, but who knew it would be so filthy and stinky. Was it because the Yuan Qi on the continent was thin that humans became much more unpalatable? Or could it be … … the food that Chen Chang Sheng sent over in the past few years was too rich, which made him picky?
As she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel nauseous and vomit.
This situation made her very angry, making her feel a lot of resentment towards the weak humans and Chen Changsheng, who might be harboring evil intentions.
She began to lose her temper. Like a wronged child, she kept stamping her feet, scaring away the wind and snow, cracking the ground, and scaring the whole world.
…
…
The wind and snow rose once more as she walked towards the Orthodox Academy.
Her body was not very large. On the contrary, it was rather petite, but as she approached, the space in Hundred Flowers Lane began to faintly deform as if it was about to burst.
Blood seeped out of the darkness, perhaps from assassins who had not been able to escape in time or soldiers who had been knocked unconscious.
The experts of the Imperial Court that had fled far away sensed that terrifying Qi growing more and more real, that powerful pressure seemingly about to materialize.
Xiao De's complexion was even uglier, so pale that it was devoid of blood.
His sensitivity to this aura was far greater than that of a human expert.
This Qi was clearly not completely mature, but it seemed to originate from the most primordial wilderness, imbued with an ancient and leisurely aura. To humans, this Qi was powerful and terrifying, but to demi-humans, this Qi directly crushed down on their souls, making it impossible for them to even think of resisting or have the courage to do so.
Xiao De's body incessantly trembled. Logically speaking, even if he was no match for this black-clothed girl, he should at least be able to slow her down a little. Yet no matter how he mobilized his true essence, strengthened his will, or even went berserk, he could not gather enough courage. He did not even dare to take a single step forward.
This innate pressure between living beings was truly too terrifying.
The fact that he could still remain in the lane, still stand, not kneel in the snow, was proof of his strength and pride.
But this was still far from enough.
The black-clothed girl noticed the existence of this demi-human and turned her head to glance at him, somewhat interested. Under her gaze, Xiao De's soul seemed to be scorched by sacred flames. Fear surged out of his eyes, and he no longer dared to linger. He suddenly turned and vanished into the darkness.
Not long after Xiao De vanished, a leisurely sigh came from the darkness.
A hint of wariness appeared on the black-clothed girl's face.
Nothing happened. After that sigh, there was no other sound.
On the Bridge of Helplessness, some fourteen li from this place, the Demi-human Empress, Madam Mu, boarded a carriage pulled by a seven-colored deer and began to drive out of the capital.
On the snowy shore of the Orthodox Academy, Shang Xingzhou turned to look in the direction of the Bridge of Helplessness.
He slightly arched his brows in surprise.
The departure of Madam Mu and the demi-human diplomatic mission meant that from this moment onwards, White Emperor City would maintain its neutrality between the Great Zhou Imperial Court and the Orthodoxy.
Why had there been such a large change? It had to be known that this was highly likely to alter the situation of the entire continent.
It was naturally because of that black-clothed girl who had arrived against the wind and snow.
Unlike the proud and aloof Heavenly Phoenix, the Dragon race had written far too many stories on the continent. To the demi-humans, the Dragon race, which had not appeared in the world for a very long time, was still their deeply-rooted belief, their spiritual sustenance. Moreover, it was said that the demi-humans on the two shores of the Red River had a very close relationship with the Black Frost Dragons that allowed them to establish their country.
The walls of the Orthodox Academy were broken and the black-clothed girl walked in.
Ten-some blue-clothed Daoists stood in the snow, forming a seemingly messy but actually almost perfect formation.
She could sense the strength of these humans, and then she saw the middle-aged Daoist on the other side of the lake.
She had been imprisoned at the bottom of the well of New North Bridge for several centuries, but she had still seen many human experts, like Wang Zhice, Qin Zhong, the Tianhai Divine Empress, the Pope, and Su Li. But in reality, she was only afraid of Su Li and Tianhai, because these two truly did dare to kill her.
Now, there was one more human that made her feel a faint fear.
She was somewhat nervous, but she did not stop walking.
She walked across the lake and came to Chen Changsheng's side. She cleared her throat and said, "Hello, I am your Protector."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
