Chapter Five: The Boss and the Ancient River God's Seal
This statement was quite responsible, and Su Yu felt a slight stir of interest. However, thinking about the team atmosphere, he decided against it and replied, "I think I'll pass. The team atmosphere doesn't suit me. I'm fine on my own for now."
On the other end of the line, Fu Ping raised an eyebrow. "Such overwhelming confidence?"
He glanced at Su Yu’s profile; his innate attributes were still below 20. "Average attributes, but that doesn't mean you can't make a breakthrough."
Although Fu Ping thought Su Yu was somewhat overestimating himself, he wouldn’t—and couldn’t—dampen Su Yu’s current confidence. From past experience, newcomers who start with strong confidence are far more likely to become experts compared to those who rely on the team route.
It’s not that teams can’t produce experts, but the probability is lower. Teams require division of labor, coordinated combat, and rarely can a single person face all problems independently. How could true experts be cultivated under such conditions?
He chuckled lightly and said, "Since you’re confident, the guild certainly won’t force you. Alright, let it be."
“By the way, in half a month, the guild’s main second team will have an event. The guild has accepted a large-scale mission from the Yuangjiang Water God—to eradicate a rebellious demon camp in the Toxic Mist Marsh, located 6,600 kilometers east of Qianyu City. As a newcomer within your first year, you don’t have to participate, but if you’re interested, you can apply to join and gain some experience. Are you interested?”
“Oh, I don’t have to go to the battlefield, right?”
Fu Ping smiled, “Of course not. You’ll just watch from behind. If you want to earn some guild contribution points, you can take on some simple, safe logistical tasks.”
“I’ll join then.”
“Alright, I’ll register you.” He ended the communication.
“It’s quite lenient for newcomers!” Su Yu smiled, turned right upon stepping out, and headed to the Chen Sha River to continue monster hunting.
As he flew out of Qianyu City, a flash of white light caught his peripheral vision. A dazzling sword light soared into the sky nearby, dragging a sword rainbow stretching over a hundred meters into the clouds. In the blink of an eye, it vanished, leaving only a faint white streak lingering in the void.
“An expert!”
The speed was astonishing.
Su Yu had been in the guild for a while now and had seen countless players soaring with their swords, but he had never witnessed a sword rainbow so long and so fast—it was far beyond the ordinary.
“I want to become such an expert someday!” Su Yu’s confidence surged as he urged his paper crane forward.
Returning to the riverbank he had visited days before, he resumed the enduring task of leveling up.
Multitasking, he maneuvered the Three Suns Fan and the Fire Charm to kill the aquatic creatures not far from shore while recalling the scene he had seen earlier.
A sword rainbow is a residual shadow left behind by a sword flying at high speed; the faster the sword flies, the longer the rainbow. Su Yu had seen others leaving a rainbow of forty to fifty meters at most while rushing along. The one he just saw, stretching over a hundred meters, belonged to a top-tier swordsmanship expert—undoubtedly extremely powerful, perhaps even a guild elder.
“Flying swords are both impressive and formidable. Should I see if I have a talent for this?”
Though cultivation in the Netherworld primarily involved Qi refining techniques, whether to achieve enlightenment or attain longevity, it didn’t mean one should focus solely on that.
Enlightenment and longevity were still far off, with many major tribulations ahead, each more dangerous than the last.
Moreover, during the long cultivation journey, struggles for resources were inevitable, necessitating powerful means of protection.
Sword cultivation was ranked second among the Netherworld’s top protective arts. The first was undoubtedly the fundamental spiritual power and Daoist magic.
However, Daoist magic’s strength emerges later. In the early to mid stages, and even into the later stages, swordsmanship’s offensive power often surpassed that of pure magic.
Su Yu made a mental note to buy a low-level basic sword technique and a beginner flying sword that night. If he lacked talent, he’d drop it; if gifted, he could attempt dual cultivation.
Putting this plan aside, he focused on combat.
Unconsciously, several hours passed, and noon arrived. Su Yu stored the Three Suns Fan and flew ashore, settling on a pile of stones. He took out a meal box from his personal space and began eating.
Coming and going was a waste of time, so he had packed breakfast before setting out.
After a few bites, a group of seven or eight leveling players flew over and landed nearby. One of them summoned a flying sword, smoothing a rock, while another arranged numerous meal boxes on it, quickly laying out a dozen dishes and a large pot—quite a feast.
“Hey, little brother, want to join us for a meal?”
Su Yu, holding chopsticks, pointed at himself in surprise, “Me?”
The man laughed and nodded, “Who else is here besides you?”
“Uh, I don’t know...”
“It’s just a meal; no need to be polite.”
“...Alright then.”
He shyly sat down.
“Are you new to the guild this year?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you still alone? Haven’t joined a team?”
“I think being alone is fine.”
Qiao Bin smiled, “Looks like you have lofty ambitions!”
Su Yu smiled and continued eating.
Qiao Bin didn’t press further and turned to chat casually with his teammates.
Suddenly, a heavy rumble sounded near everyone’s ears, an invisible force surged into them, deafening them for several seconds.
“What’s going on?”
Qiao Bin’s face turned serious as he stood and soared into the air, others quickly following.
Su Yu flew up and saw a huge water bulge rising deep within the endless Chen Sha River. A vast volume of water surged toward the shore, forming towering waves over ten meters high.
“Boom!”
Su Yu felt the world tremble slightly, ripples radiating from the river.
Seconds later, an even larger water bulge rose, stirring higher waves.
“What is this?”
No one answered before the water’s surface suddenly exploded. A colossal figure burst through the riverbed, a black-scaled flood dragon nearly a hundred meters long.
The black dragon was covered in wounds, many scales shattered, bleeding dragon blood. It raised its head and roared as the surrounding water swirled rapidly, forming a massive whirlpool. Countless elite blue water spirits gathered, their light enveloping the dragon’s massive form, which flickered in and out of view.
“Flood Dragon!”
Black Flood Dragon (Terrifying): Leader, Level 114, Aquatic Race, Flood Dragon.
Attributes: HP 820,000 / 2,620,000; Demon Power 20,000 / 120,000; Attack 18,000; Speed 800 km/h; Demon Arts: Various Water Techniques, Flood Dragon Technique, Gui Water Divine Thunder, Gui Water Divine Thunder Web.
Everyone shuddered, dropping their bowls and moving away from the shore, watching the whirlpool grow larger, the elite water spirits gathering.
“What’s happening?”
“Is a guild team fighting the boss?”
“No one’s seen any players.”
As everyone speculated, several kilometers from the dragon, the water suddenly swelled again. A nearly ten-meter-tall armored humanoid general, wielding a halberd, emerged from the river. Behind him, the water boiled as countless fish spirits rose, and then Qiao Bin’s voice gasped in Su Yu’s ear:
“Damn, that’s the Chen Sha River God’s naval general!”
“What a spectacle!”
This water general was level 100; the fish spirits behind him had fish heads and human bodies, averaging level 50. They wore standard armor, wielded exquisite fish spears, stood on the water, and formed a disciplined military formation.
This was just one side. Within moments, waters boiled in three other directions as three more armies broke the surface and surrounded the flood dragon.
The river god general raised a massive finger and spoke in human language:
“Bold wretched dragon, dare to steal the River God’s treasure! Surrender the artifact or face death!”
The black dragon raised his head, also speaking human words:
“You call it robbery, but the Chen Sha River God himself is a brigand. That divine seat was stolen.”
“Impudent beast! How dare you slander the River God!”
The water general, furious, pointed his halberd and shouted:
“Officers, take down the wretched dragon!”
At his command, countless water soldiers dived into the water and swarmed the flood dragon from all directions. Several water generals stationed themselves to block the dragon’s escape routes.
“Boom!”
The flood dragon dove deep, gathering the countless elite water spirits into a divine thunderbolt that exploded. The river churned into chaos as many water soldiers were struck down, their blood staining the water.
But the soldiers’ numbers were overwhelming. They used their bodies to exhaust the dragon’s energy, encircling it tightly.
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