Good News, I Transmigrated, But What the Heck is a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? - Chapter 8

Dark clouds, like ink, churned and rolled, as if the sky had collapsed, making it hard to breathe. The furious wind howled, kicking up sand and stones everywhere. A hundred-foot-tall ancient tree swayed violently in the storm, groaning under the unbearable strain.

The world was a chaos, with only the purplish-black lightning flashing deep within the clouds, moving like a ferocious evil dragon. Each flash made the entire mountain range tremble ceaselessly.

The ninth lightning tribulation was about to descend!

“Roar!”

A mournful roar pierced the sky. The Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon’s massive body rolled and struggled in the lightning. Its originally golden scales were already charred and curled, and faint golden blood seeped from its bloody wounds, igniting eerie flames when it dripped onto the ground. Its form twisted and changed continuously, sometimes reverting to its true flood dragon form, sometimes appearing as a half-human, half-demon state. Finally, at the peak of the lightning’s intensity, it suddenly roared towards the sky, its bones cracking loudly, actually forcing itself to transform into a handsome male with dragon horns growing from his forehead!

Forced transformation!

“This beast dares to transform during its lightning tribulation?!” Li Hanqiong’s pupils sharply constricted, his fingers in his sleeve trembling slightly. Even his Nascent Soul stage protective spiritual shield could not withstand the terrifying pressure from the Heavenly Dao at this moment. He stared intently at the distant figure, feeling both shocked and enraged: “If he succeeds, all of us will probably be buried here today!”

Thirty miles away, the common people of Qingyang City had already hidden in their cellars, trembling with fear. A little girl with pigtails secretly peeked out from the crack in the door, but was immediately pulled back by her mother: “Don’t look! The flood dragon is undergoing tribulation. Just one glance will shorten your life by ten years!”

The little girl timidly asked, “Mom, will he die?”

The woman’s face was pale, and she whispered, “If Heaven wants him dead, he won’t live…”

Boom!

The ninth lightning tribulation finally struck!

At this instant, heaven and earth lost their color!

A purplish-black lightning bolt as thick as a bucket pierced through the sky. The blinding lightning briefly blinded all onlookers. The mountain peak where the Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon was located instantly vaporized in the lightning. The terrifying shockwave swept in all directions, uprooting trees within ten miles, cracking the earth, and sending碎碎石 (shattered rocks) flying like rain!

“Pfft!” Li Hanqiong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His summoned life-bound magical treasure, the “Profound Yin Mirror,” had just unfolded its defense when a “crack” sounded, and a fine crack appeared on its surface. He was horrified: “This lightning tribulation is actually this terrifying?!”

“Senior Brother!” Sun Wuhui, his face covered in blood, crawled over. His heart-protecting mirror had long since shattered into powder, and his voice was hoarse: “This beast wants to drag us down with him even in death!”

The dust gradually settled, and everyone was astonished to find that the Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon was still alive!

He knelt on one knee in the center of a giant crater ten feet in diameter. His naked upper body was covered in spiderweb-like bloodstains, and one of his dragon horns was broken in half. Yet, a look of relief hung on his lips.

“So that’s how it is…” Ye Gubai’s folding fan snapped shut in his hand, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. “He deliberately chose a barren land to undergo tribulation, fearing it would affect Qingyang City.”

These words made several rogue cultivators look ashamed. They had come to take advantage, but now, for some unknown reason, a hint of respect emerged. An old cultivator carrying a medicine basket hesitated for a moment, then even took out a bottle of healing pills, murmuring, “Cultivation is not easy. Why be so ruthless…”

“What a show of benevolence!” Li Hanqiong suddenly roared, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes. “What are you all waiting for? Strike him while he’s down!”

Before he finished speaking, his demon-slaying sword was already out of its sheath. The soul-devouring patterns on the sword surged, and a chilling sword beam tore through the air, heading straight for the Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon’s throat!

As if a switch had been flipped, over a dozen streams of light simultaneously lunged into the giant crater!

There were flying swords from sword cultivators, poisonous insects from poison cultivators, explosive talismans from talisman cultivators, and there was even a body cultivator who directly swung a thousand-pound bronze hammer, smashing it towards the Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon’s head with a sinister laugh!

Everyone clearly understood that if they could obtain a sixth-tier flood dragon’s demonic core, they might be able to cross the Soul Transformation threshold!

The Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon slowly lifted his head.

His pupils had turned into cold vertical slits, reflecting the killing intent in the sky.

What was chilling was that he was actually smiling.

“Not good!” Ye Gubai suddenly slammed to a halt, his folding fan “whooshed” open to shield his face, his expression drastically changing: “He’s going to self-destruct!”

Too late.

The Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon’s skin suddenly cracked, and countless golden lights burst forth from the fissures! He took one last look in the direction of Qingyang City, his lips moving slightly, as if he said something.

Immediately after.

BOOM!!!

An explosion even more terrifying than the lightning tribulation swept in all directions!

Li Hanqiong watched helplessly as the Profound Yin Mirror completely shattered, his protective spiritual shield torn apart like paper. He flew backward, spitting blood, his internal organs feeling dislodged. All that remained in his ears was the booming sound of the explosion.

In a daze, he seemed to see a wisp of black light escaping into the ground at the center of the explosion…

The dust settled, and heaven and earth returned to silence.

“Darn, a demon is a demon. He’s too wicked. He actually self-destructed!” Sun Wuhui clambered up, covered in dust, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam, his face filled with resentment.

Li Hanqiong ignored his complaints, merely taking out two pills with a gloomy face. He took one himself and threw the other to Sun Wuhui.

“Senior Brother, we lost big this time!” Sun Wuhui took the pill, complaining while healing his wounds. “I’ll need to go into seclusion for at least three years to recover my cultivation. A single fourth-grade pill isn’t enough compensation!”

Li Hanqiong was irritated and didn’t bother to respond to him.

He stopped, his gaze fixed on the spot where the Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon had self-destructed, seemingly searching for something.

“Senior Brother, he already self-destructed, what are you still looking for?” Sun Wuhui mumbled.

Li Hanqiong whispered, “Great demons have extremely tenacious life force. Some can even achieve rebirth from a single drop of blood…”

He was right. The life force of demonic beasts far exceeded that of humans; rebirth from a single drop of blood was not impossible.

Thinking this, Li Hanqiong’s body flickered, and he quickly shot towards the giant crater. Other cultivators, seeing this, also followed, hoping to pick up some scraps.

But when everyone flew to the edge of the giant crater, there was nothing but charred broken rocks.

“True Monarch Li, have you discovered something?” A Golden Core stage rogue cultivator asked cautiously.

Li Hanqiong’s brows were tightly furrowed, and he whispered, “It seems demonic energy still remains…”

“That great demon went through a nine-nine lightning tribulation and then self-destructed. It must have turned to ashes,” another rogue cultivator shook his head. “The remaining demonic energy is just the aftermath of the self-destruction.”

“Yes, what a pity, not even a single scale was left…” Someone sighed.

The numerous cultivators were extremely disappointed. They had originally thought they could get some benefits by following a Nascent Soul almighty, but they didn’t expect this Golden-Scaled Flood Dragon to be so resolute, not even leaving them a single advantage.

Li Hanqiong remained silent, but his gaze continued to search the ruins.

He always felt that things weren’t that simple…