Chapter 218: Chapter 217: 12th Heaven of the Martial Dao
Atop the Chaos Dragon Nest, around the Seven-Star Dragon Spring.
Several hours passed. The group stared unblinkingly at the Seven-Star Dragon Spring.
The spring water gurgled, and the seven great stars within shone with a brilliant silver light.
The water itself seemed to carry a faint, silvery glow.
"What a lucky brat. He’s been in the Seven-Star Dragon Spring for so long, he must have drunk his fill by now!"
Fan Qingshan’s expression was placid, but he couldn’t hide the jealousy in his eyes.
The group of young experts turned to look at the speaker, their eyes landing on Fan Qingshan.
Zuo Song sneered and slowly looked up. "Fan, what business is it of yours whether he drinks or not?"
"Are you jealous? You’re a useless lout yourself, who can you blame?"
"Zuo Song!"
Veins bulged on Fan Qingshan’s face; Zuo Song had struck a nerve.
Fan Qingshan’s eyes turned sinister. "Zuo Song, don’t celebrate too early. This Seven-Star Dragon Spring Divine Pool may be a treasure trove, but that doesn’t mean it’s without danger. Be careful you don’t end up weeping after so much joy!"
Zuo Song’s expression darkened. ’This Fan Qingshan’s mouth is truly detestable!’
Zuo Song’s face was cold. "Let’s not talk about joy turning to sorrow. My little brother here at least has the skill to find the root cause of the Spiritual Root’s withering. Unlike some people who occupy a treasured land, uselessly delaying the time to save the Spiritual Root, all while being ignorant and seeking unearned fame!"
"And the worst part is, when they’re clearly the ones who messed up, they love to shift the blame onto the heads of the Junior Generation. Their skin is truly as thick as a city wall!"
Fan Qingshan’s face instantly turned black as night.
Watching the two of them bicker, Qing Mu’s gaze was cool and his eyes calm. He had already waited for six days; he could certainly wait for another half a day.
Suddenly, Qing Mu’s eyes shifted. He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on the Seven-Star Dragon Spring Divine Pool. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
’What’s going on? Why do I feel like the water level of the Seven-Star Dragon Spring has dropped a little?’ Qing Mu felt a strange sense of unease, his eyes growing solemn.
Zuo Song noticed Qing Mu’s expression, stopped his bickering with Fan Qingshan, and appeared by the edge of the Divine Pool in a single step. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Brother Qingmu, did something happen?"
Zuo Song looked at the Divine Pool in confusion.
"No, it’s probably just my imagination." Qing Mu’s face remained impassive, but he felt something was strange.
Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out. "Everyone, look quickly!"
Qing Mu quickly raised his head. With a single glance, he saw that the Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood in the center of the Spiritual Spring was changing.
A layer of Spiritual Light surged around the small tree. A faint, flowing radiance emanated from its translucent bark, and the spots formed by Death Qi and Evil Qi were beginning to transform.
The small tree swept away the previous image of a dying Spirit Tree. Although its exterior still looked mottled, its bark covered in disgusting pustules and shrouded in Death Qi and Evil Qi, it now looked vibrant, radiating a kind of Vitality from within!
Pale green roots, like living Little Qiu Dragons, began to stir. They were covered in faint green scales, no longer silent and listless as before. It was as if a slumbering dragon had suddenly awoken.
A Divine Power from the Taigu era began to emerge!
The Divine Wood was alive!
’That kid actually managed to save the Divine Wood.’
’What a heavenly blessing!’
"Good, very good!"
The dark clouds that had been hanging over his head dispersed. Qing Mu had lost some of his composure.
"How is this possible!" Fan Qingshan’s eyes went wide, his gaze fixed on the Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood that was gradually recovering its Vitality. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
’The Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood was saved by a mere greenhorn?’
’This is impossible!!’
Fan Qingshan’s face was pale.
Zuo Song roared with laughter. "Fan Qingshan, why would it be impossible!"
Zuo Song was so excited he couldn’t contain himself.
Fan Qingshan’s expression was cold and gloomy. "Zuo Song, don’t think you’ve beaten me. I haven’t lost to you!"
Zuo Song reined in his laughter, a sneer in his eyes. "Go on, keep up your tough talk. The loser always has the right to be stubborn!"
Zuo Song walked up to Fan Qingshan, his gaze cold as he said, "Whether you admit it or not, at least this time, the position of Mystic Master Guild President at All Stars Academy is mine, not yours!"
"Your only option is to tuck your tail and leave!"
"Leave my, Zuo’s, territory!"
"You..." Fan Qingshan pointed at Zuo Song, so angry he was speechless, a suffocating feeling welling up in his chest.
"SPLASH!"
Just then, the water in the Seven-Star Dragon Spring surged. With a deafening BOOM, the watery light shattered, and a black figure shot out from the water like an arrow, leaping high into the air.
At the same time, a pale green, dragon-like tendril burst through the air in hot pursuit from behind the black figure.
Zuo Song turned his head, his expression changing slightly. He appeared behind the black figure in a single step, and in the next moment, a Flame powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and the earth appeared in his palm. He thrust his palm forward.
Zuo Song roared, "Get back!"
The scorching fiery light collided with the pale green tendril. The tendril let out a sharp SQUEAL and retreated back into the Seven-Star Dragon Spring with a crash.
The fiery light receded.
The black figure flashed and appeared on the Chaos Dragon Nest. This figure was none other than Qin Feng, who had just burst out from the bottom of the pool.
Qin Feng let out a light breath, a flicker of terror in his eyes. If he had been even a fraction of a second slower, he would have been caught by the roots of the Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood, drained dry, and turned into a desiccated corpse.
’In the end, I was too greedy. Otherwise, the Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood wouldn’t have targeted me.’
’But my gains this time were truly substantial.’
"Little fellow, how are you?"
Zuo Song turned, his gaze falling upon the black-robed youth. The old man stroked his white beard, a smile on his face.
Qin Feng turned his head and said, "Elder Zuo, thank you!"
Qin Feng looked back at the Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood in the Seven-Star Dragon Spring, which was gradually recovering, a lingering fear still in his eyes.
’This Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood is just too terrifying.’
’And this is with it having just recovered a sliver of its power. If it were at its peak, even a Nirvana Realm Giant wouldn’t dare to get close, or they would risk perishing.’
Just then, a strange, sarcastic voice spoke up. "Martial Arts Twelve Heavens... he advanced a whole major stage in the blink of an eye. He really knows how to reap benefits. It seems the Seven-Star Dragon Spring has become someone’s personal bathtub!"
Having absorbed some Holy Dragon Essence, Qin Feng’s Realm had impressively broken through to the Mid-stage of the Martial Arts Twelve Heavens.
Qin Feng turned his head just in time to see Fan Qingshan looking over with a meaningful, malicious gaze.
A nameless fire erupted in his heart. Qin Feng lifted his chin and sneered, "Old bastard, what are you yapping about? If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you go down for a bath and see what happens?"
Fan Qingshan froze. He glanced at the Divine Pool where the pale green tendrils were swimming about, and his face twitched. How could he possibly dare to go down there now!
Fan Qingshan gritted his teeth. He desperately wanted to crush this ant that had provoked his authority time and time again.
Zuo Song was sneering, watching him like a hawk, ready to act the moment Fan Qingshan made a move.
The deterrence of a Nirvana Realm Giant made Fan Qingshan not dare to make the slightest move.
Under that gaze, Fan Qingshan didn’t dare utter another half a word.
Fan Qingshan left without looking back. But just before he departed, he shot Qin Feng a glance filled with vicious, chilling hatred.
Watching coldly as Fan Qingshan departed with his tail between his legs, Zuo Song said, "Little fellow, don’t pay any mind to that old coot. He’s about to be kicked out, so he’s just venting his anger and looking for trouble wherever he can!"
Qin Feng’s expression was grim, and his heart felt a little heavy.
Qing Mu walked over.
With the Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood saved, Qing Mu’s face was relaxed. His gaze fell on the black-robed youth and he smiled lightly, finding the young man much more pleasing to the eye now.
"Everyone, let’s leave this place. The Ancestral Dragon Divine Wood has been saved and will soon revive completely. This area is about to become extremely dangerous!"
The group left the True Dragon Cave.
The young experts followed behind them.
Zhang Mu gave the Seven-Star Dragon Spring Divine Pool a final, reluctant look. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he caught a glimpse of a golden light bobbing in the water below. Zhang Mu glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he crouched down, casually scooped something out of the Seven-Star Dragon Spring, and pulled out a golden piece of cloth. A hint of joy in his eyes, Zhang Mu silently stuffed the cloth into his robes and turned to follow the others...