Chapter 50: We’re Here to Fish. You Think We’ll Swallow This?

In an instant, the entire Fallen Spirit Pool began surging, all that water rushing madly toward the tiger’s den.

Dragon Pool, Tiger Den: as long as there’s a tiger’s den by your side, you can open a spatial passage that links to the nearest dragon pool.

—Xu Gu’s note.

“This…”

The sight left countless people utterly stunned.

“Senior Brother is… draining the pool?!”

“How is he doing that?”

“What kind of spell is this?”

Mi Suhui and Kong Haoran both stood up straight, full of respect, eyes shining with amazement.

When the two of them had still been racking their brains over how to throw a net in or jump down and grab things by hand, Senior Brother Xu had already moved on to thinking about how to drain the water.

It was just that this pool water was special, and the environment was special. Draining this had to be even harder, right?

Xu Gu said lightly, “Just an ordinary space-type spell. If you want to learn it, I can teach you another time.”

Teaching it was one thing. Whether they could learn it was another.

“Space-type spell? You can cultivate that at the Qi Refining stage?” Mi Suhui and Kong Haoran were shocked yet again. Normally, those spells could only be grasped by Golden Core cultivators; even they themselves had barely touched the threshold.

As expected of Senior Brother Xu.

His understanding of the Great Dao far surpassed theirs.

Was he really only a three-spirit-root cultivator?

Especially when they tried to see the workings of the spell clearly—only to find they couldn’t understand it at all.

“But, Senior Brother, didn’t you just say the environment here is special, and you couldn’t cheat either?” Mi Suhui rubbed his bald head, hesitating.

“This isn’t cheating,” Xu Gu said, confused. “How is this cheating?”

The two of them froze for a second, then came to their senses: those two old devils had never set any rules. Naturally, nothing he did could be considered “over the line.”

Immediately, they looked at Senior Brother Xu with even more respect.

They’d always prided themselves on being more talented than anyone else—but at this moment, they were willing to admit it: Xu Gu was the strongest genius in this world.

Right after that came an indescribable joy, excitement to the extreme, and a kind of vengeful satisfaction. Their gazes swept over the Fallen Spirits in the pool, as if finally avenging a great humiliation.

Whoosh!

“What are they doing?”

“Draining the pool? That’s impossible! That’s harder than casting a net. How’s he doing it?!”

The cultivators watching from afar were dumbfounded, as if seeing the most unbelievable scene under heaven. They all stood up, shouting in shock, their eyes filled with pure disbelief.

At this moment, their worldview was rattling.

So… you could do this too? This was insane. Just to catch a few Fallen Spirits, he was going to drain the entire pool?

The ones who were just as shaken were the Fallen Spirits themselves. The ones hiding in the pool, constantly provoking and mocking Xu Gu’s group, were all dumbstruck.

Their grins froze in an instant, vanishing without a trace, leaving only panic and sheer terror on their faces.

“Screee—screee—screee—!”

They shrieked angrily, eyes turning blood-red, like they’d become monstrous beasts. With that, they stirred up the entire pool, hurling wave after wave of water toward Xu Gu, hurling themselves into a desperate, last stand.

They had to stop him.

If they didn’t, they were dead.

Sploosh. Sploosh. Sploosh.

But just as they leapt from the water, Xu Gu raised the Nether Demon Staff. Six terrifying Shura-like weapon spirits surged out, each gripping a massive scoop-net, and swept them up in a single motion.

“Delivering yourselves? What exactly are you delivering?”

Kong Haoran and Mi Suhui grinned, finally feeling vindicated. They shouted to the weapon spirits, “Haul them in! Scoop them up hard!”

These six weapon spirits, though immaterial, had massive bodies over ten meters tall, like they could pierce the sky itself, their pressure overwhelming.

Against Fallen Spirits who’d just had the pool drained out from under them, this was as easy as it could possibly get.

In just a short while, they had scooped up seven or eight tenths of all the Fallen Spirits in the pool.

“Senior Brother, leave those last ones to us!”

For the remaining few, Mi Suhui and Kong Haoran attacked together, grabbing their mourning staves and going in swinging.

At this point, no one would have doubted you if you’d said they were making hand-beaten fish balls instead of capturing Fallen Spirits.

“You two really dared to mess with us?”

“Where’d you find the courage?”

“We’re here to fish. You think we’ll swallow this kind of humiliation?”

They locked onto the ones that had teased them earlier and beat the hell out of them.

Miserable screams rang out again and again.

Those Fallen Spirits could only regret it to the extreme. Who would’ve thought they’d run into several raving lunatics…

Xu Gu didn’t care about that at all. He only said calmly, “Those six Fallen Spirits are yours. But now’s not the time to process them. Adjust yourselves. Get ready for a fight.”

There were forty-nine Fallen Spirits in total. After giving them six, that left forty-three. It was barely enough for his purposes.

“Then we’ll take them. Thanks, Senior Brother.”

The two didn’t stand on ceremony. They were all on the same side—if they started acting polite now, it would just make things awkward. If they got something good later, they’d definitely share it with Senior Brother Xu too.

It was just that the second half of Xu Gu’s sentence left them both briefly stunned. They didn’t quite understand.

Wasn’t everything already over?

Maybe he meant the other cultivators watching from the sidelines? But they didn’t need to “prepare” for that at all.

Just then—

A thunderous boom erupted. The tiger’s den exploded with unimaginable power from within. In an instant, demonic wind rose and lightning rolled across the sky.

“This is…”

Mi Suhui and Kong Haoran were both startled. They quickly secured their six Fallen Spirits, poured power into their bodies, and stepped up to stand at Xu Gu’s side, ready for battle.

Whoever it was, that aura wasn’t simple.

Meanwhile, far away in the Eastern Sea—

“AAAHHH!”

“Who is it?!”

“Who’s dumping trash into this king’s bath!?”

“You’re courting death! Don’t let this king catch you, or I’ll eat your whole clan!”

In a remote dragon pool lair, the water boiled with chaos. A colossal dragon, several dozen meters long, surged up from the depths. It breathed out devilish flames and roared into the sky, rage to the absolute limit.

It had been quietly soaking in its dragon pool, enjoying a bath, when a torrent of filthy water suddenly poured in.

Not only ruining its bath, but drenching it from horn to tail.

How was that tolerable?

It was the king of this sea region, after all.

Who didn’t avert their gaze and bow in reverence when they saw it? For someone to offend it like this—if that wasn’t asking to die, what was?

Furious, it quickly sensed a spatial formation hidden in the depths of the dragon pool, linking to another place.

Clearly, all that filth was coming from there.

Its bad temper flared to the maximum. It leaped straight in, diving into the spatial array. It wanted to wipe out the entire race of whoever had dared toy with it.

“This…”

“Why is the Flood Dragon Demon King angry again?”

“Please, don’t flood our village…”

“May the Undying God protect us and send down a divine general to subdue it! If this keeps up, your people will be wiped out.”

The villagers of the coastal towns around that sea all trembled in terror at the disturbance. They knelt, shaking, offering their prayers for protection.

Of course, in their hearts they knew this was just a fantasy. If prayers worked, that venomous, evil dragon would have been removed long ago.

“So it was you three insects who angered this king?”

The dragon king’s rage surged to the heavens as its enormous body thrust out of the tiger’s den. Its aura was terrifying; demonic miasma rolled like a tide. It was like some demon god walking out of hell itself.

Its cultivation was shockingly at mid Golden Core!

A proper Golden Core ancestor.

Whoosh—

The stowaway cultivators watching from a distance all turned pale white. Their legs went weak and they slumped where they were, faces full of despair. Against a mid–Golden Core expert, they had absolutely no chance—let alone a legendary flood dragon.

“Run for—huh? It’s a flood dragon?”

Mi Suhui and Kong Haoran felt the pressure and instinctively opened their mouths to suggest a strategic retreat to Xu Gu.

After all, the opponent was mid–Golden Core. Even if they were peerless geniuses packed with trump cards, they were still only at the ninth layer of Qi Refining. Bullying a seventh- or ninth-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator was one thing. Joining forces to fight a first-layer Golden Core wasn’t impossible either—but they really couldn’t handle mid–Golden Core.

But then, when they realized the newcomer was a flood dragon, their lips curled up in unison. A playful glint flashed in their eyes as they quietly pulled out the spider-demon silk nets and South Pole silverwood mourning staves they’d prepared in advance for the Fallen Spirit Pool.

What a coincidence. The spider-demon silk nets just happened to restrain flood dragons.
And those South Pole silverwood mourning staves? Also just happened to restrain flood dragons.

(End of this Chapter)