Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 379: 86: The Fate of Zhao Ruyue

Translator: 549690339

Secular Immortal Peak.

Zhao Ping’an, bending his waist and barefoot, is diligently harvesting panaceas in the vegetable garden.

On the originally empty and deserted swing, Zhao Ruyue is sitting, leisurely swinging as she watches her older brother’s figure at work.

“Splish, splash!”

Suddenly, ripples come from the lake surface, and a huge flood dragon bursts out, letting out a deafening roar.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Ping’an stands up and turns around, jogging over and frowning in the direction of the flood dragon.

“What’s going on, Qingqiu.”

“Roar!”

The flood dragon lets out a long roar, indicating danger.

“Someone’s coming?” Zhao Ping’an asked in surprise.

This azure-eyed flood dragon is his friend. It’s called Qingqiu and has accompanied him since childhood, with a great bond between them. Aunt Jiang also once said that Qingqiu would protect him.

But right now, he heard a warning from its voice.

This means that someone has intruded into the Secular Immortal Peak.

“Ruyue, quickly hide in the house.”

Zhao Ping’an immediately shouted to Zhao Ruyue.

“What’s going on, bro.”

Zhao Ruyue stood up from the swing, her face full of confusion.

“No time to explain, a stranger is coming.”

At this moment, a shadow quietly approached in the sky.

“It’s here.”

Following the qi, Situ Huan descends above the Secular Immortal Peak, eyes brimming with sharp gleams.

The guidance of the Demon Ring could not be wrong. It was forged using the essence and blood of Respected Devil Lord himself. It’s extremely sensitive to any qi related to Ancestor Yan Zu.

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a roar came from the sky, and a huge creature dived down towards him.

“Where did this beast come from?”

Situ Huan squinted his eyes and discovered that it was actually a blue flood dragon.

In a nimble figure as if flying, he immediately dodged the attack, at the same time, his five fingers clenched into a fist and he delivered a punch, striking in the direction of the opponent with immense demonic power.

“Roar!”

The dragon’s voice formed wave after wave, breaking the attack directly.

Situ Huan’s eyebrows furrowed. He found out that the cultivation level of this flood dragon was high.

At least above the early stage of the Rebirth Realm.

“Truly troublesome, never thought such a demonic creature was stationed here.”

Situ Huan voiced his irritation, evidently still holding onto his earlier bitter experience with old man Wang. He immediately used the Heavenly Devil Thirty-Six Transformations, planning to end it quickly.

“Heavenly Devil Second Transformation, a bloody moon in the sky.”

An emerging red crescent moon, bursts out with an unparalleled fighting spirit.

Under the blessing of the Devil Shadow, Situ Huan reaches out with a big hand towards the flood dragon.

Planning to vent his anger on it.

The azure-eyed flood dragon did not falter. The dragon’s whiskers stirred, and the creature opened its mouth wide, emitting an extremely cold aura.

“Whoosh!”

Accompanied by the flashing of its blue luminescent scales, it spat out a breath of ice that was below freezing point.

It froze Situ Huan and his Devil Shadow completely, turning them into a giant ice block.

The azure-eyed flood dragon dived down again, attempting to directly smash the ice block!

“Bam!”

A beam of black light shone from within the ice block.

Crash!

But not long after, the ice block swiftly cracked open, and Situ Huan emerged from it, his face looking awful, with the wand of Thousand Bone Hell in his hand.

If it wasn’t for the Demon Weapon, Wand of Thousand Bone Hell, he might have suffered considerable injury.

So, it turned out this was a peak-stage flood dragon in the Rebirth Realm, almost about to ascend to becoming a dragon.

“I indeed underestimated you!”

In Situ Huan’s hand, the Wand of Thousand Bone Hell released an oceanic surge of demonic qi, which formed a giant hand that covered the sky, charging towards the opponent.

The terrifying demonic qi was ferociously powerful, swallowing the flood dragon entirely, making it impossible for it to dodge or resist the qi's intrusion.

The Wand of Thousand Bone Hell was one of the top ten Demon Weapons, forged from the skulls of ten thousand cultivators in the Rebirth Realm, its evil qi was unparalleled.

Upon being hit, the azure flood dragon let out a tragic cry, then it fell into the lake, causing a sky-high splash.

“Qingqiu!”

Through the window, Zhao Ping’an watched as Qingqiu was defeated by the handsome youth who had appeared in the sky. His eyes full of worry for his friend’s safety.

“This place is indeed a feng shui treasure trove, a good place for seclusion.”

Situ Huan slowly landed on the ground, not intending to deal with the flood dragon, he walked towards the wooden house while admiring the pleasant scenery.

“Bro, what do we do? Even Qingqiu couldn’t match him.”

Zhao Ruyue, behind Zhao Ping’an, asked anxiously.

How could the two of them, who had just started cultivating, be a match for Situ Huan?

“You hide. Let me deal with him.”

Zhao Ping’an stood at the entrance of the house, his eyes resolute.

At this moment, he had to step forward.

“Bro…”

“Obey.”

“Understood…”

Left with no choice, Zhao Ruyue hid under the bed in the bedroom, watching Zhao Ping’an’s back.

Situ Huan pulled casually, ripping open the wooden door, and saw a boy standing inside, looking at him hatefully.

He didn’t care, took a glance at his Demon Ring, its radiance becoming increasingly dazzling, becoming more certain of his earlier guess.

“Sure enough, it’s the bloodline of Yan Zu, normal people can’t possibly possess,”

Situ Huan’s mouth curved into a sly smile; this was simply an unexpected joy.

Without the Ancestral Weapon, but possessing Yan Zu’s bloodline, it would be the same to break the seal.

“Such a pure bloodline, could you be Zhao Huai’s son?”

Situ Huan squinted his eyes and asked.

He had to suspect.

Because only descendants chosen by Yan Zu can have this bloodline imprint.

The Yan Dynasty had existed for hundreds of years, but only a few have appeared.

And the most famous descendant of Yan Zu in the world, there is only one.

That is Prince Zhao Huai of Yan.

Situ Huan observed Zhao Ping’an’s brows. It indeed had some resemblance to Zhao Huai, making him increasingly certain.

“Bastard, get lost!”

Zhao Ping’an yelled at Situ Huan, simultaneously throwing the lime powder he had prepared in his palm towards him.