Daoist texts once recorded that snakes cultivate for a hundred years to become pythons, a thousand years to become flood dragons (jiao), and ten thousand years to become Yinglongs... This is the path for snakes to become immortals.
The 'thousand years' here is a general term; it doesn't mean it takes exactly a thousand years to transform into a flood dragon. More accurately, anything under ten thousand years uses this term, depending only on whether one can comprehend the Great Dao.
True transformed dragons correspond to immortal human sages, while flood dragons possess cultivation above that of Human Emperors.
Because the demon race doesn't categorize realms as meticulously as the Daoist gate, if a snake possesses dragon bones, it is in the Half-Emperor Realm, corresponding to between the seventh and ninth ranks of the Daoist gate.
This is already impressive. Once its flesh and blood truly transform into a flood dragon and it condenses a dragon soul, it can enter the Emperor Realm. This python soul has already progressed more than halfway through the Half-Emperor Realm; any Xuan Master below the eighth rank would certainly not be able to defeat it.
But at this moment, its dragon bones were ground into umbrella ribs, its snakeskin stretched into the umbrella canopy, and even its soul was imprisoned within the canopy, unable to be reborn through life and death.
Such torture made Yaoyao immediately understand the source of the 'curse' on the fortunate viewer. She asked with a heavy tone.
"Big brother, was this umbrella really made by your grandfather?"
"Yes, it was made by my grandfather. My dad said he saw it with his own eyes. He said he wanted to help, but my grandfather beat him up."
The fortunate viewer didn't quite understand what the Master meant by asking this. He slowly nodded.
His dad had complained about this his whole life, because it was the first time his grandfather had ever laid a hand on him, hitting him so hard he couldn't get out of bed for ten days.
According to his dad, Grandma almost divorced Grandpa over this. Later, he didn't know how Grandpa managed to appease her, and his dad never dared to touch the oil-paper umbrella materials again.
It wasn't until his grandfather entrusted the umbrella to him before he passed away that he first used such a beautiful oil-paper umbrella.
"Big brother, this umbrella indeed has a big problem, because it was made from the body of a long immortal (snake/dragon spirit) that was about to transform into a flood dragon."
It was actually crafted by human hands. Yaoyao's tone became somewhat solemn. But she had just briefly divined the fortunate viewer's parents, and they were not practitioners of the Daoist gate.
How could an ordinary person kill a Half-Emperor long immortal, comparable to an eighth rank or above? Curiosity filled Yaoyao's big eyes for the first time.
Because the latter was already dead, there was no way to verify. To know the truth, Yaoyao could only rely on her own divination. However, after learning the result, her expression turned very ugly.
"Master, this... could it be a mistake? My grandfather... he's just an oil-paper umbrella craftsman!"
How did this get linked to a long immortal (snake spirit)? The fortunate viewer didn't understand the level of transforming into a flood dragon, but he could still hear the shock in the Master's voice.
His own grandfather, at home, was someone who barely dared to kill a chicken. And you're saying he killed a long immortal to take its snake bones, and even skinned it to make an umbrella canopy?
The fortunate viewer found this scene ridiculous just thinking about it. He shook his head frantically, an expression that screamed "I won't believe it even if you kill me." In his opinion, this matter was simply too absurd.
"Big brother, it's alright if you don't believe it now. I will open a 'spiritual eye' for you, and let that long immortal explain it clearly to you face-to-face."
As the saying goes, "he who tied the bell on the tiger must untie it." Yaoyao knew this deep-seated hatred. She couldn't indiscriminately extinguish the long immortal's residual soul.
The latter, having cultivated to this point, must have endured many calamities. Originally, it had hoped to take the second step towards immortality, but who knew that because of one man, its cultivation was completely ruined in an instant.
If it weren't for the blood rain, a force of heaven and earth, breaking the seal on the umbrella canopy, the latter would have been doomed to eternal damnation. This alone showed the malicious heart of the fortunate viewer's grandfather.
"This... this..." The fortunate viewer wanted to say if he could not see it. After all, the thought of a python soul sounded terrifying.
But realizing he was begging the Master for help, and the Master had already spoken, what else could he say? He could only obediently shut his mouth.
Yaoyao's chubby little hand pointed from a distance, landing on the fortunate viewer's brow. The latter only felt a chill run through his body.
He subconsciously glanced at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. This glance scared him so much he almost threw the umbrella away. He saw a white snake with scales like white jade, coiled among white clouds.
Its pair of crimson snake eyes stared fixedly at him. He was so nervous he swallowed repeatedly.
At this moment, Yaoyao's voice came: "Big brother, now cut your finger and drip blood onto the umbrella canopy, let that long immortal come out!"
"Big brother, don't be afraid. Yaoyao will protect you well."
Although the blood rain destroyed part of the seals, three of the "Nine Nail Head Nails" were still firmly stuck in the flood dragon-snake's "seven inches" (a vital spot), abdomen, and lower beam.
These three spots were vital points for the long immortal's cultivation during its life. With its magic power cut off like this, it couldn't operate freely.
Otherwise, with this one's cultivation, even as a residual soul, the fortunate viewer would not just be unlucky; he would at least be instantly killed.
"Alright!" The fortunate viewer knew that things had come to this point and had to be resolved. He suppressed the fear in his heart and dripped blood onto the umbrella canopy.
This time, he personally saw the blood bead flash and disappear, immediately followed by a high-pitched, "snake-like, flood dragon-like" hiss in his ear.
The flood dragon-snake coiled on the umbrella canopy... it truly came alive.
The moment it regained freedom, it shot out from the umbrella canopy like an arrow from a bow, its maw wide open, pouncing towards the fortunate viewer. Its blood-red mouth was like an abyss, about to swallow the person alive.
Suddenly, a golden light stopped it. The python-dragon was powerful in life, but now without its physical body, and its soul imprisoned for many years, it no longer had its former ferocity.
Unable to break through the protective golden light several times, it reluctantly retreated, transforming into a graceful woman on the spot.
Her eyes were blood-red, and her cheeks still bore un-faded snake scales. Logically, as she was about to transform into a flood dragon, she shouldn't have such obvious non-human characteristics.
The only explanation could be that her original injuries were too severe, and she couldn't maintain a complete human form.
"Daoist child, do you intend to stop me?"
The flood dragon-woman stared grimly at the fortunate viewer's phone, specifically at Yaoyao. The protective golden light on that little brat's body was the child's doing.
Although she was greatly weakened, her soul's perceptive abilities were still intact. She could tell at a glance that this little child was stronger than herself.
Even if she hadn't been harmed and fallen because of that man, and had progressed further, transforming physically into a flood dragon, she might not necessarily be a match for her.
Unless she forged a dragon soul and truly transformed into a dragon.
But that would be the true Emperor Realm. This child was so young, yet already among the top tier of the Half-Emperor Realm?
The flood dragon-woman felt a bit lost. She always felt that the changes in heaven and earth during the years she had been dead were too immense.
"Beautiful big sister, I know your hatred, but 'every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor.' Look closely at this big brother in front of you. He is not the heartless man who harmed you back then!"
Yaoyao saw that the latter had stopped attacking but had not removed the protective golden light from the fortunate viewer's body. She spoke softly.
As these words came out, the flood dragon-woman was first startled.
She slightly narrowed her eyes, then her gaze fell on the fortunate viewer's face, and she became somewhat dazed.
Because the latter's face was indeed not one she recognized. Earlier, the latter was holding the "Xianxian Umbrella" (Envy Immortal Umbrella), and only then did she realize her mistake.
"Where is Xu Xianlang? Tell him to get out here for this venerable one."
The flood dragon-woman came back to her senses and asked in a cold voice.
When she uttered the umbrella's name, the syllables were filled with immense resentment. It was, in a way, ironic, because she was the one who named it.
He took her dragon bones, stripped her scales, and did it so brazenly, using the "elegant word" she had poured her heart into to name it. How could she not hate him?
"My... my grandfather... he's dead. This 'Xianxian Umbrella' was only made a year ago, and then he died."
The fortunate viewer felt the flood dragon-woman's rage and immediately recoiled, his heart sinking with a thump when he heard her call his grandfather's name. He had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the flood dragon-woman's blood-red eyes sharply constricted upon hearing this.
Then, she said coldly, "You inexperienced child, how dare you try to fool this venerable one? That shameless man took this venerable one's dragon core, used it to cleanse his marrow and open his meridians. He long ago transcended his mortal body. How could he die with such a long lifespan?"
When the latter killed her back then, she personally saw him consume the dragon core and step into the gateway of Daoist cultivation.
With her dragon core, it wasn't impossible for him to reach the seventh rank. How could he die so easily? So, she was certain this child was lying.
"Since you are his grandson, then I'll take your life to make him come out and see me. I refuse to believe this coward can endure so much."
The flood dragon-woman's face was fierce. That protective golden light was very troublesome, but it wasn't impossible to break through. She narrowed her eyes, and spiritual energy surged around her body.
One could even vaguely see wisps of blood-red light spreading, and her spiritual energy pressure also began to climb. It was clear she was going all out.
The fortunate viewer was so scared he couldn't breathe. In his heart, he had already cursed his grandfather to no end. Of all people to provoke, why did he have to provoke this 'ancestor'?
Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, Yaoyao didn't let the latter act recklessly. Her lips moved, uttering a string of difficult and obscure incantations.
The spiritual energy gathered by the flood dragon-woman was like a punctured balloon, quickly leaking away with a whooshing sound.
This loss of control prevented the latter from acting rashly. One must know that her acknowledgment of the opponent's Half-Emperor peak strength was already an overestimate.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't just that. Even if an Emperor-level being made a move, this one wouldn't be without the power to retaliate. Attacking through the screen now, it would probably be her who died.
After such a vast disparity in strength, what's the point of fighting? The flood dragon-woman instantly abandoned the idea of a head-on clash. She hadn't even avenged her great hatred; how could she die here?
She saw that the latter seemed to have something to say and prepared to wait and see. And sure enough, Yaoyao's voice immediately rang out.
"Beautiful big sister, the fortunate viewer wasn't wrong. His grandfather is indeed dead."
Yaoyao said with a very serious look on her small face.
The latter consumed the dragon core. Although he entered cultivation with the power of the inner core, he was indeed guided by someone to kill and was also drained of his vital energy.
He seemingly enjoyed a year of glory, but his life was already at its end. In reality, this was also his own doing.
The cultivator who told him the dragon core had great uses actually had ulterior motives: to make him counteract the curse brought by dragon's blood, and thus take the purified 'dragon core.'
One must know that dragons are favored by the Qi of heaven and earth. High-level cultivators can suppress their own Qi. Killing a flood dragon would not pose a big problem.
But ordinary people cannot. Once they kill a dragon, the dragon's blood will infect them, making them hated by heaven and earth, and curses will befall them.
This curse wouldn't immediately kill someone. It would only cause them to frequently encounter bad luck. Once they made a mistake, their life would be directly forfeit, and it would even implicate their descendants, bringing bad luck to them all.
The fortunate viewer's grandfather was very bold. Not only did he kill a dragon, but he even dared to eat the dragon core, extract dragon bones, and skin it to make an umbrella. If he didn't die, that would truly be a ghost.
"Really dead?" The flood dragon-woman was completely stunned after hearing Yaoyao's explanation.
This enemy, whom she hated to her bones, had died so easily. She felt no pleasure of revenge, only a feeling like her chest was stuffed with cotton.
Suddenly, she looked up at the fortunate viewer and said, puzzled, "Little child, you said that if he killed me, it would bring misfortune to his descendants. But why is this boy completely fine?"
If the blood rain hadn't destroyed the seal, her resentment would have spread to the umbrella holder. The latter's fortune was perfectly fine. This couldn't be explained.
"It's very simple. This big brother is not that man's descendant at all!"
Hearing this question, Yaoyao's face also became somewhat strange. She hesitated for a moment, then still said it.
This was also why she had just divined the problem. The fortunate viewer's grandfather was indeed an ordinary person. The truly unusual one was his nominal grandfather.
As these words came out, not only was the flood dragon-woman stunned, but the fortunate viewer was also dumbfounded.
His expression was exceptionally vibrant. After all, resolving grudges like this, and even changing his family tree? Anyone would find that mind-blowing!
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