I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

"So that's why you've come today! It turns out you're here to avenge the Azure Wave Sect!"

Long Jun snorted coldly, no longer bothering to hide his intentions. His palm suddenly transformed into a sharp dragon claw, carrying a fierce wind, and struck straight at Zhi Chen.

Zhi Chen clasped his hands together and silently chanted scriptures. A golden light shield instantly appeared, protecting him within it. He calmly said, "Although the Bibo Sect and I have some past acquaintances, they are only casual friends. I have not come here today to seek revenge for them."

The dragon claw slammed hard onto the light shield, producing a crisp "clang," as if it had struck hard metal. The golden light trembled slightly and then bounced the dragon claw back.

"What exactly is your purpose?"

Seeing this, the Dragon King became even more vigilant. He immediately transformed into his true form, a hundred feet tall, and a massive azure dragon appeared on the shore. Its body was as majestic as a small mountain, and its azure scales shimmered with a cold light in the sunlight, making it incredibly defensive.

"As I have said, I have come today to bring good fortune to the Dragon King."

Zhi Chen flicked his finger, and a golden Buddhist bead slowly floated into the air. The bead was surrounded by a faint Zen aura and spiritual energy, clearly not an ordinary object.

"The Azure Wave Sect's 'Ancient Blood Refining Book,' while effective in purifying bloodlines, is primarily designed for avian races. As a dragon, the Dragon Lord would likely face numerous inconveniences and slow progress in cultivating this technique."

"Forgive my bluntness, but to think that one can rely on this 'Ancient Blood Refining Book' to purify one's bloodline to the point where it can survive the next Heavenly Tribulation is nothing short of wishful thinking! Even if the Dragon Lord were to cultivate in seclusion for many years, there would be absolutely no way he could succeed."

He pointed to the golden Buddhist prayer beads and slowly said, "Within these beads is recorded the supreme body-refining method of Buddhism, the 'Mianli Vajra Tempering Method.' In terms of the quality of the technique alone, it far surpasses any technique that the Dragon Lord is currently practicing. This humble monk is willing to bestow this method upon you; isn't this a great fortune for the Dragon Lord?"

"Isn't it rather impolite of the Dragon Lord to treat the benefactor who bestowed this fortune in this way?"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Lord was greatly shocked. He immediately withdrew his true form, transformed into human form, and landed at the edge of the cliff, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Master, is this true? You are truly willing to give away this supreme Buddhist technique for free?"

This is a top-tier Buddhist cultivation technique that ordinary cultivators would never obtain, yet Zhichen is so easily offering it to him.

"Monks never lie."

Zhi Chen's smile deepened, clearly knowing that the Dragon Lord was already moved. He flicked his finger again, and the golden Buddhist bead slowly floated to the Dragon Lord's front.

The Dragon King looked at the Buddhist beads so close to him, his eyes filled with longing, but he hesitated to reach out and take them.

He was not a fool. The precious treasures of Buddhism were never easy to obtain. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Zhichen's generosity must have some ulterior motive.

"Master, you must have something important to ask of me by offering such a precious treasure. If it is something within my power, I will certainly not refuse."

"Dragon Lord said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with caution, but the desire in his eyes was hard to conceal."

He desperately needs this technique to purify his bloodline.

"Your Majesty, you are overthinking it. This humble monk merely wishes to establish a good relationship with you."

Zhi Chen smiled faintly and said casually, "If my Buddhist sect ever encounters difficulties in the future, and if the Dragon Lord has the time, please lend a helping hand. That would be enough to repay the kindness I have shown you today."

"Fortune has been bestowed upon me; this humble monk takes his leave."

"Finally, I would like to offer a word of advice to the Dragon Lord: Our Buddhist cultivation methods are pure and peaceful. When practicing, one must not be reckless, lest one suffer from qi deviation and demonic possession."

As the last few words fell, Zhichen's figure had already disappeared into the distance, leaving only a faint sense of Zen lingering in the air.

Long Jun gazed in the direction Zhi Chen had gone, his heart filled with vigilance and suspicion: "Is this monk really so kind? The Buddhist sect has always been adept at calculation; how could they possibly give me a supreme cultivation technique for no reason?"

However, he simply could not give up this hard-won opportunity; the "Mianli Vajra Tempering Method" was the very cultivation technique he had been dreaming of.

Only with it can one hope to purify their bloodline, survive the heavenly tribulation, and transform into a true dragon.

After hesitating for a moment, the Dragon King finally succumbed to the temptation and grabbed the golden Buddhist bead.

The prayer beads felt warm and smooth to the touch, and a faint sense of Zen flowed into his body. He immediately focused his mind and absorbed all the techniques contained within the prayer beads into his brain, studying them carefully.

The content of the practice is profound and extensive, and the words are full of Zen and Buddhist principles, which is far from ordinary practice.

"Indeed, this is the supreme Buddhist method. Only a highly accomplished monk could have written such an exquisite technique!"

The Dragon King was overjoyed, and his previous wariness dissipated considerably.

He immediately returned to his secluded meditation room. After hesitating several times, he finally sat cross-legged and began to cultivate the "Mianli Vajra Tempering Method".

This technique struck at his weak point. Like a hungry beast seeing meat, even knowing that it might be dangerous, he could not suppress his desire.

At the beginning of his cultivation, Long Jun was extremely cautious, always on guard against any potential traps in the technique, fearing that Zhi Chen might have secretly tampered with it.

However, as his cultivation progressed, everything went very smoothly. He clearly felt a rich and mellow power surging into his body, slowly nourishing his bloodline and purifying the impure energy within it little by little.

The Dragon Lord completely let down his guard, his heart filled with joy, and he devoted himself to cultivation, forgetting everything around him.

This dedication lasted for three whole days and nights.

The meditation room, which was originally filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, was accompanied by the peaceful chanting of Buddhist hymns. The atmosphere was bright and vast, just like a pure land in Buddhism.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch!

The next moment, a sudden change occurred. The faint sandalwood fragrance abruptly turned into a pungent stench, and the peaceful Buddhist chants transformed into a shrill demonic roar. The originally bright and grand atmosphere instantly became sinister and eerie.

Wisps of pitch-black mist surged from all directions, like greedy venomous snakes, continuously burrowing into the Dragon King's body.

At this moment, the Dragon Lord was completely absorbed in cultivation, his mind and spirit immersed in the joy of bloodline purification, and he was completely unaware of the changes around him.

After a while, the black mist that had entered the Dragon Lord's body gradually turned into a thick blood mist, and a pungent bloody smell filled the quiet room, making people nauseous.

But the Dragon King remained completely oblivious, and his mind was filled with even greater ecstasy.

He could clearly feel that his bloodline was being purified faster and faster, and the dragon's might within his body was becoming more and more intense.

For mythical beasts cultivating, bloodline is the foundation.

Top-tier divine beasts such as dragons, phoenixes, and qilin are born with extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth. They can possess world-destroying power simply by growing naturally. Even without deliberate hard work, they can possess strength far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators.

But the Dragon Lord, an anomaly who transformed from a green python into a dragon, was completely different.

The dragon bloodline in his body was as faint as a hair. Even if he successfully transformed into a jiao, he would only be at the lowest level among jiao dragons and suffer contempt from his own kind.

Let alone a true dragon, it probably wouldn't even give this mixed-blood dragon a second glance.

That is why he is so obsessed with purifying his bloodline; it is his only hope to escape his lowly status and transform into a true dragon.

"I am determined to purify my bloodline, overcome the heavenly tribulation, and transform into a true dragon!"

The obsession in Long Jun's heart grew stronger, as if a voice was roaring wildly in his mind, and endless desire surged like a tide, swallowing his reason.

A massive and eerie suction force suddenly erupted from the meditation room, penetrating its walls and spreading throughout the entire water palace.

A group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals patrolling the outer perimeter of the Water Mansion noticed the strange suction force and were immediately startled. They quickly turned around and tried to escape.

But before they could take more than a few steps, they were completely engulfed by the sudden burst of blood mist.

"What's going on? What is this thing?"

"Who's sucking my life force? Help!"

"Run!"

The piercing screams rose and fell, and the blood mist, like a greedy beast, frantically devoured the blood essence in the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, draining their life force bit by bit.

Moments later, this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals turned into shriveled corpses, leaving only wrinkled shrimp and crab shells, a pitiful sight.

Such tragedies continued to unfold within the Mengjiang Water Palace.

The blood mist expanded rapidly, spreading like a plague, and eventually flowed downstream, staining the entire Mengjiang River red.

Any living being touched by this blood-red river, regardless of size, will have its life force instantly drained, turning into a shriveled corpse.

"What exactly happened?"

"The suction force is coming from the meditation room where the Dragon Lord is in seclusion!"

"What kind of evil technique has the Dragon Lord cultivated? Run!"

The Mengjiang Water Palace was thrown into complete chaos. The aquatic creatures panicked and fled in all directions, but most of them could not escape being swallowed by the blood mist.

In the blink of an eye, most of the aquatic creatures in the Water Palace turned into lifeless dried corpses, and even the Dragon King's wives and concubines were not spared.