Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1071 - 543: Yun Meng Dragon Palace

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Chapter 1071: Chapter 543: Yun Meng Dragon Palace

Then Yang Yunzhao ate the fish head, picked up his three-section staff, and followed Chen Xuantian, who was pinching his Water Avoidance Spell, and the two of them stood inside a water bubble as they descended into the lake.

"Dive down, all the way to the bottom of the lake, and you’ll find the Dragon Palace by following the Earth Vein."

Yang Yunzhao frowned,

"Dragon Palace? There’s a dragon in Yunmeng Swamp... Wait a minute, aren’t we going to slay the Piggy Dragon?"

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"What’s so special about a Piggy Dragon? That mixed breed is both fishy and smelly, messes with the gene pool if eaten too much; if we’re going to eat, we might as well eat something pure."

Yang Yunzhao was sweating,

"Pure... no way, it couldn’t be the one I’m thinking of, could it..."

Chen Xuantian smiled,

"Oh my, you’re starting to think for yourself now, huh? Congratulations, you’re teachable! It seems more trips to the Different World to broaden your horizons are indeed helpful."

Yang Yun Zhao quickly stood still,

"No! Fatty, are you insane? Dragon slaying? The Cloud Dream Dragon King? Just the two of us??"

Chen Xuantian shook his head,

"Why are you even more cowardly than I am? So what if it’s a Dragon King, it’s been sealed away for so long, can’t be much stronger than the one we teamed up to cook back then.

Besides, it’s been three months, aren’t you tired of snake soup yet? The main dish is already overcooked; of course, we need a new broth."

Yang Yunzhao went to pull him,

"Are you out of your mind? Using Yun Meng’s Dragon King to replace the broth? Who’s doing who as the broth! Let’s go back, stop going crazy!"

Chen Xuantian smiled wryly,

"Why rush? I’ve got it all figured out. Well, let me be honest with you, today we’re just here to scout, to check the place. We’re just sneaking in for a look at the Dragon Palace’s layout, waiting for the Fuguo troops to return before making a move.

I’ve checked, that guy not only has the Heavenly Destiny but is also a Dragon specialist, the purer the bloodline, the greater the suppression; the Dragon King’s combat power in front of him can’t exceed fifty percent.

Moreover, he has unseen experts protecting him secretly, so the Heavenly Dao surely wouldn’t let him die off easily, our victory odds are at least seventy-eight percent.

In any case, today we’re just sneaking in to earn some merit by scouting, don’t alert the dragon. When the real fight begins in a couple of days, we’ll join the shouting and flag waving, and as long as we get a piece of meat and some soup at the end, we’re good."

"Really? Fuguo’s not going on the Northern Expedition anymore? They’re willing to use their painstakingly gathered army to siege the Dragon King? Is it doable?"

Yang Yunzhao was still skeptical.

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"What’s that army good for? If they were that capable, they wouldn’t have been running away with their tails between their legs back then.

A bunch of useless cheats and ambushers, only good for bullying the Nangong Family’s ignorant braves who even dared to drink the Imperial Poisoned Wine. With such limited skill, they couldn’t last even two hours in front of horse riding.

I’m actually doing them a favor, giving them a Body Refinement upgrade, a chance to reverse their fate. If they can’t even pass this, they’d just be wasting my time and computing power on the Central Plains battlefield."

So I have to see if this Dragon King is worthy enough for us to train on; I might even have to up the ante, otherwise, it wouldn’t serve as a valuable lesson.

Upon hearing that Chen Xuantian is still thinking about the educational significance of dragon slaying, Yang Yunzhao was at a loss, so what else could he do? Since the plan was all set and he still needed his water avoidance, he reluctantly followed along.

So the two of them swam for a while on the lake bottom, when Chen Xuantian suddenly stopped Yang Yunzhao.

"See that monster ahead?"

Yang Yunzhao squinted into the pitch-black deep water, trying the YCM Technique for a radar sweep, and vaguely spotted a dot on the Primordial Spirit Radar.

"I see it."

Chen Xuantian grinned,

"Rush forward and head-butt it to death."

"Uh, weren’t we going in quietly, no gunshots?"

"Then why are you charging forward?"

"Well, that’s because you didn’t stop either..."

Yang Yunzhao felt like a wronged little wife.

"Just do what you’re told, use your brain a bit, be clever, will you?"

Chen Xuantian gave him an exasperated glance and took out two meatballs from his bosom, popped one into his own mouth, and gave the other to Yang Yunzhao.

Yang Yunzhao hesitated, unsure if he should quickly eat it or think first, but with Chen Xuantian glaring at him, he hastily swallowed it.

That meatball tasted fishy in his mouth, and as soon as he swallowed it, he felt itchy all over, with his intestines growling. Before he could ask what it was, he saw Chen Xuantian shake his head, and suddenly his eyeballs bulged like swollen soybeans, protruding from either side of his forehead. His cheeks puffed and blew with each breath, revealing the fine, mucus-covered, blue-gray gills inside.

Yang Yunzhao was horrified, but before he could scream, Chen Xuantian withdrew the Water Avoidance Spell, and the lake water surged in from everywhere, swallowing the air bubble and forcing his voice back into his throat. His head swelled, neck throbbed, and upon feeling, he discovered his own cheeks had split open with gills, magically giving him the ability to breathe underwater.

"Whoa~~"

Chen Xuantian was beside him watching as Yang Yunzhao felt his fish-like head and spat bubbles in surprise. Once he calmed a bit, Chen Xuantian explained,

"Transformation Pill, though I added a little something, not turning into a human form but a demonic one."

Yang Yunzhao was anxious,

"Am I going to be like this forever?"

Chen Xuantian gave him a look, forgetting no eyelids to roll them, shot him a dead fish eye, 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Dream on! With just that bit of demonic power, without the fish head bolster, it’d wear off in less than an hour.