Chapter 1840: Chapter 443: The Red Dragon’s Blood and Tears
Southern Continent, along the shores of Yuanting Island, where the sea and sky meet.
Under the curtain of night, a red shadow flitted across, and blood-red thunder rolled at the skytop. But then, a figure cloaked in azure blue holy light stood on the waves, slowly halting.
"Red Dragon, this sea area has been locked down by the [Tide]. Give up escaping. Don’t make futile struggles anymore."
The waves rose and fell, continually surging higher and finally converging into a small mountain.
The Spring Plow Saint held aloft the Tide Authority Seashell, his robes fluttering, standing isolated atop the mountain of seawater.
His expression was cold, gazing at the figure hidden within the thunder between heaven and earth.
Rumble!
In an instant, several bolts of lightning descended from the skytop!
Heaven and earth changed colors instantly. The entire coastline was dyed in daylight. Each of these bolts of lightning was aimed at the Spring Plow Saint’s head, like the heavy hammer of the thunder god, carrying the force of ten thousand hammers, as if to pierce and tear apart the entire sea area!
But the Spring Plow Saint merely flicked gently.
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
Three arcs of azure blue light flew out from the Tidal Conch, and three sea dragons emerged from the surging tide, raising their heads and clawing fiercely, crashing into the red thunder in an instant.
The entire world became blurry.
As the scene became clear again.
The crimson thunder at the skytop gradually dissipated, and a slightly disheveled tall figure was forced out of the clouds.
"Heh..."
Red Dragon clutched his right shoulder, where his robe was soaked and stained blood-red, with fresh blood seeping through his fingers.
He was drenched, but there was a mocking smile at the corner of his lips.
"Spring Plow, I originally thought you were just Storm’s lackey... but I didn’t expect you’d like to work for the Central Continent as well."
The Deep Sea wanted order was issued.
Red Dragon was returning from above Southern Continent Xiyin City with a Source Tower Enforcer...
That wanted order disrupted his return plan!
Within mere seconds, orders rang through the airship system. Under the urging of a higher will, the enforcers on the airship attacked him directly, leaving Red Dragon no choice.
When he killed that ship of enforcers, he truly became a criminal of the Central Continent.
So he could only turn back.
The Deep Sea issued far more than just a wanted order.
It posted a reward in the name of the Source Tower and, based on Red Dragon’s route, mobilized the ambush forces in the surrounding area to the greatest extent!
Across a continent.
The Deep Sea shared Red Dragon’s coordinates with every Transcendent along the way, leading Red Dragon to encounter numerous attacks and obstructions along the journey... but these were nothing. In the face of absolute power disparity, the ambushes of low-level Transcendents were meaningless.
If not for the intervention of the Spring Plow Saint, Red Dragon would have already escaped.
"Lackey?"
The Spring Plow Saint smiled and said, "The true lackey is you, right? On the surface, you act for Qinglong, but secretly you are an agent of the Ancient Literature Society."
The Southern Continent Holy City originally joined the alliance of the two northeastern continents.
But the news of Storm heading to the Qingzhong Cemetery... the Spring Plow Saint was already aware.
As the most trusted Saint under the Divine Throne, there were almost no secrets between him and the Storm God’s Throne, so he knew very well that Lord Divine’s ultimate allegiance was actually to Qinglong.
Otherwise, why go to Qingzhong?
But after Lord Divine went to Qingzhong, he stopped sending any messages to him.
When he saw the wanted order, and Red Dragon happened to be in his territory... he decisively took action. No matter what, he would first capture this person!
With Red Dragon’s power, if he were to flee to the Outer Continent with all his heart, the Source Tower would indeed be far beyond reach, with no way to handle it.
Such a powerful existence, at the pinnacle of the Titled Level.
In the entire Southern Continent, only he himself had the confidence to apprehend him!
Because in today’s Southern Continent, the only one qualified to mobilize the Tide Authority Origin Power, is Spring Plow alone.
"If you knew what the Ancient Literature Society was doing... you wouldn’t have such thoughts."
Red Dragon spoke impassively: "Spring Plow, whom you serve is the Storm. Trust me, there’s no need to do such things for Qinglong... He won’t appreciate it."
"All I know is that the Ancient Literature Society is a forbidden organization meant to be eradicated thirty years ago."
Squinting his eyes, the Spring Plow Saint said lightly: "I’m not interested in your research... but all these years, the big and small churches I swept away claimed innocence and sanctity before being eradicated. Their protests are exactly like yours today."
The two now found themselves in the ice sea region outside of Yuanting Island.
Here... was already beyond the surveillance range of the [Cloud Mirror].
In a sense, Red Dragon had already completed his escape, but the [Tide] had blocked his retreat.
After a brief silence.
Red Dragon sighed lightly: "Why don’t we be open and honest? What exactly do you want in order to let me go?"
He had finally given in.
In the recent clash, he clearly felt that he was no match for Spring Plow.
The opponent has cultivated for too many years and has refined and mastered a thread of origin power... Hence, this is not a fair battle.
However, the Red Dragon also noticed it.
Spring Plow seems not intent on killing him. If he truly wanted him dead, then in the recent clash, it would not have been a mere light injury.
Since the killing intent isn’t so intense, then everything is still negotiable.
"You’re a smart man."
Spring Plow leisurely said, "In this world, there’s nothing that cannot be discussed. Your ’Ancient Literature Society identity’ doesn’t affect me; whether I kill you or not isn’t directly related to my interests... So today, I can either choose to let you go or choose to kill you."
"So... what do you want?"
The Red Dragon frowned, waiting for Spring Plow to propose terms.
"There are many things I want. First, I want you to stay alive in the Southern Continent, and go nowhere."
Spring Plow smiled, "Your teacher is Tianshui... right? Although the warrant issued by [Deep Sea] didn’t mention him, since you’re a traitor, Tianshui, who promoted you to this position, will certainly be suspected by Qinglong... Within the Source Tower now, there must be a fierce upheaval. As spectators from the Outer Continent, of course, we just want to watch the show. When the dust settles within the Source Tower, your title as ’First Divine Envoy’ will surely fetch a good price. By then, I’ll quote a price, and whoever bids higher between the Source Tower and the Ancient Literature Society will take you."
The Red Dragon coldly said, "You’re crazy, wanting to do business with the Source Tower... Do you know what happened to those who have done such things before?"
"In this world, there’s nothing that cannot be discussed."
Spring Plow smiled, "Apart from the very few strong individuals who possess the origin, who else can take you down? The Holy City can’t work for the Source Tower for free... Of course, you can also contact those guys from the Ancient Literature Society, Lu Nanzhi and Lin Lin should still be living well, if they are willing to offer a higher price, then you can live."
At this moment, the Red Dragon suddenly understood what Spring Plow truly wanted to do.
The Spring Plow Saint is not looking to conduct a "auction."
He simply wants to use him to earn a "ransom" from the Ancient Literature Society, to fill the hole in the Holy City... Whether or not he will release him after getting the ransom, is another matter entirely.
Possessing a thread of origin, Spring Plow is confident.
Not long ago, the Divine Throne behind him just visited Qingzhong, no matter what, the future relations between the Southern Continent and the East Continent will no longer be "allies."
The Red Dragon stared intently at Spring Plow.
"Do you... have a grudge against the Ancient Literature Society?"
This is the most reasonable explanation he can think of.
Capture him, don’t kill him.
Wait for the Source Tower to quote a price, then let the Ancient Literature Society offer a higher price... The Spring Plow Saint can survive in the fierce struggles of the Storm Church, given his experience in battle, he is absolutely unwilling to negotiate with Qinglong because of the Red Dragon incident.
Spring Plow is also very clear.
He knows what kind of person Qinglong is.
Therefore, he will surely be handed over to the Source Tower.
Then the only meaning of this operation is to dig a pit for the Ancient Literature Society.
Neither Lin Lin nor Lu Nanzhi will dare to come to the Southern Continent for a deal... This is Spring Plow’s main battlefield, without the appearance of a Divine Throne, the only ones able to confront him are the Transcendents who possess the origin.
If the Ancient Literature Society prepares a ransom, it will be sent into an endless abyss.
If they don’t prepare a ransom and simply abandon the Red Dragon... then the so-called "iron-blooded friendship" will seem quite laughable.
"Not exactly a grudge."
Spring Plow chuckled, saying, "I just never liked the dead man who founded the Ancient Literature Society... Now, there’s no harm in telling you the truth, when [Deep Sea] released the Ancient Literature Society extermination order back then, the extermination activities in the Southern Continent were handled by me; you have no idea how many research scholars from the Ancient Literature Society I killed."
"On this piece of land in the Southern Continent, only flowers that believe in storms and the sea should grow."
"Those who believe in ancient texts, who believe in Turing... are all deformed flowers, all should be removed."
He raised his arms, making a gesture of closing his eyes and facing the Holy Light, the surging tide rolling and spreading out, with countless water spouts rising to the sky from all directions, the power of [Tide] Authority coalesced into a giant earthly prison, far away the Storm God Statue in such whistling rain appears even more majestic and sacredly solemn.
"After the removal..."
"There will no longer be those deformed flowers in the Southern Continent."
Spring Plow opened his eyes, saying self-deprecatingly, "Actually, I later regretted it, adhering to the principle of ’better to wrongfully kill than let go,’ I killed all the Ancient Text Researchers on most of the continent... To the extent that later when the church unearthed the valuable Ancient Stone Tablet, internally there was actually no one capable of translating."
"But for the ’correct belief’ on this piece of land, everything I did was worth it."
Spring Plow coldly spoke.
He pointed out with two fingers.
Hiss! Countless water spouts shot out thousands of strands of water lines!
The Red Dragon roared, he transformed into elements and madly started slashing, but the long knife that could slice through elements was entangled and torn apart upon contact with ’water origin,’ eventually his long knife was coated in threads, his body was pierced by water lines, and his whole person was imprisoned within the Water Building.
Spring Plow crossed his hands on his back, came before the Red Dragon, and softly said, "So... you just stay here, I want to see what kind of storm the broken ’Ancient Literature Society’ can cause."
The Red Dragon’s face was cut to a bloody pulp.
He closed his eyes, with blood and tears flowing down his cheeks, but along the way sliced by threads, branching out layer by layer, appearing rather shocking.
"My teacher... won’t let all this happen."
"Your teacher, Tianshui?"
Spring Plow chuckled upon hearing, shaking his head with full scorn in his eyes.
"That old thing who’s lived for over a hundred years... he can hardly protect himself now, you couldn’t possibly be expecting him to save you, right?"
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