Chapter 365 — Lord of the Dragon Herd
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The Dragon Qilin still had some self-awareness; it licked the pill cautiously, not daring to swallow it in one gulp. It took a dozen or more licks to finish the single Scarlet Fire Spirit Pill. Shen Mu could not bear to watch, and tossed it a few more.
The Dragon Qilin was overjoyed, hastily gulped down the Scarlet Fire Spirit Pills in a few bites, and said, "Rest easy, Cult Master. I'll run myself to death if I have to, and I'll definitely catch that stupid deer!"
"That deer isn't stupid. The stupid one is this Dragon Qilin of mine," Shen Mu muttered inwardly.
The Dragon Qilin ran through the air with him on its back. Before long a winding, lingering flute melody drifted over. Shen Mu looked around, somewhat surprised. The Dragon Qilin was running high in the air; its speed could not match the stag of Little Jade Capital, but it was hardly slow, and the wind was howling past.
Yet the flute music could reach all the way here; whoever was playing it was surely no ordinary person.
Even as he thought this, the Dragon Qilin suddenly began to sway its head like a drunkard, following the flute music, and ran downward out of the sky.
The melody was playful, trilling up and down, full of joy. The Dragon Qilin too bounced on all four hooves in the air, capering about in delight, its great tail sweeping with a whoosh.
The flute drew out a long note, and the Dragon Qilin charged straight down, hurtling headlong toward the mountain forest.
"Dragon Fatty, stop!"
Shen Mu shouted at once, but the Dragon Qilin seemed bewitched, unable to hear him at all, and seemingly unable to control its own body as it rushed straight for the mountain forest.
Shen Mu hastily leapt into the air, flashed to the front of the Dragon Qilin, pressed both hands on its brow, and pushed with all his strength, shouting, "Dragon Fatty, wake up!"
He used the true words of the Buddhist sect, his voice like thunder, but the Dragon Qilin simply pushed against him and ran on, deaf to it all.
Shen Mu burst out with all his strength, but still could not overcome the Dragon Qilin's power, and was shoved by it into the mountain forest. Cold sweat broke out on Shen Mu's forehead; the flute music grew clearer and brighter, closer and closer.
He looked back and saw an enormous red flood dragon coiled among the mountains, its huge head crouched on the ground, its bloody maw gaping wide. Its mouth was like a vast cave, its teeth like sharp stalactites, and drool still dripped from them.
The flute music came from the brow of this red flood dragon. A girl in a long skirt sat on the dragon's brow, playing the flute. For all the cheer of the melody, the girl's face was covered in frost.
"Long Jiaonan!"
Shen Mu's heart lurched, and he quickly looked around. This flood dragon must be the Dragon King's red flood dragon. If both Long Jiaonan and the red flood dragon were here, then was the Dragon King nearby as well?
The flute melody was sweet and lilting, and the Dragon Qilin joyfully pushed Shen Mu toward the flood dragon's gaping mouth.
A cold light flashed in Shen Mu's eyes. The Carefree Sword rose into the air, and at once eight thousand swords flew out, cutting toward Long Jiaonan without a word.
Long Jiaonan gave a cold laugh, and the red flood dragon lashed its tail over. Countless flying swords clanged and clattered against the dragon's tail and were all sent rebounding back.
Shen Mu's heart sank. This red flood dragon was a being of Cult Master level, its strength immense beyond measure; he feared he would find it hard to escape.
Just then, a great hand suddenly reached down from the clouds, and a voice like thunder came from the sky: "What luck. A stroll down to the lower realm, and I pick up a flood dragon."
The hand reached for the red flood dragon. Its fingers and palm were covered in coarse scales, and the red flood dragon below showed a look of terror and went limp.