"Why is there a sll of blood?"
"And a burnt sll!"
"The Jiao Dragon’s aura is gone?"
"That’s impossible! In such a short ti, even if it was subdued, its aura couldn’t just vanish completely!"
"Don’t believe ? Go check for yourself."
Just as Qin Fan and Ma Yunbin left, the group of Fortune Tellers and Magicians arrived in the cave. Fully prepared, they activated various illuminating Magic Artifacts, which lit up the entire cavern.
"Enough talk. Let’s go in and see. Everyone, be careful!" the initiator of the dragon-slaying operation said with a deep frown.
He quickly took the lead, walking into the depths of the cave. However, when the group reached the edge of the deep pool, they all froze, utterly dumbfounded.
What were they seeing? The ground was covered in rubble, deep gouges scarred the stone walls, and large pits were punched straight through the rock. Splashes of lurid, cyan blood dotted the ground, and a thick, lingering sll of sothing burnt hung in the air.
Was this... a battlefield that had just seen a fight? Were those cyan bloodstains from the Jiao Dragon?
Ignoring the potential danger, they all subconsciously rushed to the edge of the deep pool. A quick probe revealed no signs of life within its depths.
"What... What kind of grandmaster must this have been!" the dragon-slaying initiator exclaid in absolute shock.
The Jiao Dragon was not only subdued, but it had also been taken away. Who on earth could possess such Divine Skills? He racked his brain but couldn’t think of anyone who matched this level of power.
"We were a step too late! A step too late! If we’d had the good fortune to et such an expert, it would have been a true blessing!"
"Looking at these battle scars and footprints, it doesn’t seem like a second person was involved. To fight a Jiao Dragon alone, and with the power to summon nine Heavenly Thunders! In all the Divine Land, who could this divine expert be?"
"The records state that a Jiao Dragon is at least ten ters long and several ters wide. After slaying it, how did they carry it away? These tracks look fresh, so they must have just left. How did we not see them on our way here?"
"An expert capable of summoning nine Heavenly Thunders and slaying a dragon... if such a person wished to leave with their prize undetected, how could the likes of us possibly spot them? Ai... what a pity. We missed witnessing this grand dragon-slaying battle!"
Expressions of regret and shock washed over the faces of the Fortune Tellers and Magicians. But regardless, they were destined to carry this regret. Just as soone had said earlier, if Qin Fan didn’t want to be seen, what chance did they ever have of witnessing anything?
「On the other side, at the base of the ridge.」
Inside the Ferrari, Ma Yunbin was still in a state of shock, even after taking a long detour to return.
Slaying the dragon... an unard Qin Fan really did slay that Jiao Dragon single-handedly! How... how is this possible!
On one side, a teenager; on the other, a Demon Beast that could kill with its breath. Who would believe such a story? It was only at this mont that Ma Yunbin truly understood why Ye Jizu treated Qin Fan with such reverence. Putting aside the deeper, unknown mysteries, just this heaven-defying feat of slaying a dragon alone... how many people in this world could do such a thing?
"Mr. Qin, you... you really slew the Jiao Dragon?" Ma Yunbin asked, turning from the driver’s seat to look at Qin Fan, his voice trembling and his words thick with shock.
"That’s the eighteenth ti you’ve asked. Can’t you calm down a little?" Qin Fan replied with a patient, helpless smile, despite the repetition.
It was only because Ma Yunbin, despite not knowing his true strength, had still waited for him in the cave. Such loyalty was truly rare in this selfish, egocentric world. This alone made Qin Fan feel a flicker of fondness for him.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Qin, I’m sorry, I lost my composure! It’s unbelievable, just... absolutely unbelievable. Give a mont to calm down! I really can’t get ahold of myself!"
After speaking, Ma Yunbin hastily pushed open the car door. With trembling hands, he fumbled to light a cigarette. Staring out at the calm sea, he took deep drags, pulling the thick smoke into his lungs.
The cigarette burned down to its filter. Ma Yunbin finally erged from his state of shock, rubbing his face vigorously.
The next mont, as the lingering fear and incredible shock receded, a surge of elation rose from his heart. From Qin Fan’s words and actions during this whole trip to see the Jiao Dragon, it’s clear that I’ve earned his approval! To be recognized by a god-tier dragon slayer? What incredible luck, what an opportunity! He couldn’t help but blush as he rembered how he’d almost regretted telling Qin Fan about the Jiao Dragon back in the cave.
"Are you done calming down? If you are, let’s go," Qin Fan said calmly from inside the car, the sea breeze blowing in through the open window.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Qin!" Ma Yunbin jolted, subconsciously giving a slight bow toward the car before hurrying back into his seat. Without needing to be told, he skillfully turned on the pure guzheng music that Qin Fan enjoyed.
"Here, a piece of Jiao tendon. It’s a reward for you," Qin Fan said as Ma Yunbin started the car. He handed over a piece of tendon over ten centiters long. "After eating it, I can’t say you’ll be completely reborn, but it will at least strengthen the frail constitution of an ordinary person."
SWOOSH.
Ma Yunbin froze, completely stunned. He then excitedly took the piece of Jiao tendon, which still carried a bloody sll. "Mr. Qin," he stamred, his words tumbling over each other in his excitent, "is... is this Dragon Tendon?"
"Dragon Tendon?" Qin Fan couldn’t help but shake his head with a slight smirk. If that creature were a true dragon, there’s no way I could have defeated it with my current Cultivation. "No, it’s just a Jiao tendon. That Demon Beast is still a far cry from a real dragon."
"Close enough, close enough! A dragon evolves from a Jiao, right? It’s just the difference between a child and an adult. The bloodline is there! Haha, hahaha!" Ma Yunbin, who normally detested such raw slls, now looked like he wanted to put the Jiao tendon in his mouth. He laughed boisterously, completely forgetting himself.
Qin Fan just smiled at the comparison and didn’t explain further. "Alright, let’s get going."
"Mr. Qin, I hear Dianbai has a lot of nightlife, and this is the perfect ti, when things are just heating up. How about we go relax for a bit and head back to Jiangzhou tomorrow? What do you think?"
From panic to fear, from shell-shock to overwhelming excitent—in just a few dozen minutes, it felt as though Ma Yunbin had lived an entire lifeti. At this mont, he was desperate for an outlet to release the tangled knot of emotions that had built up inside him. He looked at Qin Fan, his eyes filled with hope.
Facing Ma Yunbin’s puppy-dog gaze, Qin Fan gave a faint smile and a slight shake of his head. Although he wasn’t keen on that kind of relaxation, he considered that without Ma Yunbin, he wouldn’t have had tonight’s gains. In the face of such eager hope, he didn’t refuse. "If you like, I don’t mind," he said lightly.
"Excellent!" Ma Yunbin exclaid with delight.
Hands and feet working in concert, he drifted the Ferrari through a sharp turn and shot forward into the night.
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