After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lin Chu walked out of the government office gate.

Yu Qian followed behind him, his lips moved, but in the end he only bowed deeply.

"My lord, take care."

Lin Chu turned around, glanced at him, reached out and patted his shoulder without saying a word.

Then he turned around and transformed into a golden light that shot into the sky.

Yu Qian stood in the courtyard, looking up as the golden light flew further and further away until it was swallowed by the rain and could no longer be seen.

He stood there for a long time, rain streaming down his face.

He followed Lin Chu for decades, from that half-grown boy at the county government gate to the important court official who could stand alone.

Yu Qian could see that Lin Chu's body was already exhausted and she was only barely holding on by the luck she had accumulated throughout her life.

While his unreserved use of his luck is indeed astonishing, every bit he uses diminishes his power.

When one's luck runs out, that is when one dies and one's life ends.

Lin Chufei reached the edge of Jingzhou.

The Huai River makes a sharp bend here, with steep mountains on both banks and mist swirling over the water.

He landed on a giant rock beside the reservoir. In the distance, a red rainbow was swooping down from the clouds and disappearing into the rushing river.

The flying rainbow was enveloped in a pale golden halo, and beyond the halo, the faint silhouette of a white dragon could be seen.

Its antlers resemble those of a deer, its head that of a camel, its scales that are like gold, and its long tail that cuts a white wave in the water.

Cangyao.

She was keeping her head down, her eyes resolute, and was speeding towards the East China Sea.

The torrential rain chased after her, pouring down, while thunder and lightning seemed to clear a path for her, and flash floods carrying mud and sand followed closely behind.

Lin Chu stood on the shore, gazing into the distance.

He cleared away all the places along the way that might harm the people in advance, not for any other reason.

If innocent civilians are injured or killed during the dragon's journey, the subsequent tribulations will be even more dangerous.

He couldn't allow even the slightest setback on the road.

On the other side of the Huai River, a streak of blue light broke through the air and stopped on a cliff.

As the blue light faded, a hunched figure was revealed.

The old man had white hair and beard, and a withered face, but his eyes shone brightly.

He wore a dark purple robe with the Thunder Cloud and Thunder Pattern embroidered on the cuffs... This was one of the top sects in Jingzhou.

This person, known as the Crimson Thunder Ancestor, is the Supreme Elder of the Cloud Thunder Sect. His lifespan is already nearing its end, and he has been lingering on until now by relying on a self-sealing secret technique.

He stared at the white dragon silhouette on the distant river, his withered fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

True dragon bloodline.

For over a thousand years, no demon has dared to roam the human heartland, let alone one with the blood of a true dragon.

Ancestor Chi Lei calculated with his fingers several times, his brows gradually furrowing.

The divination indicates that this demon is bound by an extremely heavy karmic burden.

But then he laughed... He was about to die, what did a dying man care about cause and effect? ​​If he obtained the true dragon's essence blood, let alone prolonging his life, breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to the next level was not impossible.

As for cause and effect, let's talk about it after we're alive.

Moreover, it is only natural for humans to kill demons.

Ancestor Chi Lei immediately returned to the sect and summoned all the elders to make full preparations in case he needed to be prepared.

Before long, six figures gathered in the council hall of the Thunder God Sect.

Ancestor Chi Lei briefly explained the matter, and the eyes of several elders revealed a greedy look.

However, the bloodline of the true dragon is no small matter. Who knows if there are powerful demons protecting it in secret? The strength of the Yunlei Sect alone is not enough to ensure absolute safety.

After thinking for a moment, Ancestor Chi Lei crushed another transmission talisman.

A moment later, a figure in black robes arrived through the air—the Sect Master of the Cangming Sect, True Person Mo Yuan.

This person is an old friend of Ancestor Chi Lei for hundreds of years. His cultivation has reached the Refinement Void Realm, and he is one of the top experts in Jingzhou.

After hearing what Ancestor Chi Lei said, True Person Mo Yuan agreed without hesitation.

Two Void Refinement cultivators and six Nascent Soul cultivators set off in a grand procession.

Eight streaks of light swept across the sky above Jingzhou, their oppressive aura spreading out without any concealment.

However, the further they flew, the more Crimson Thunder Ancestor felt something was wrong.

He has lived for thousands of years and has witnessed countless scenes of people traveling across rivers.

Whenever a demon race travels across the river, the human race's passes, the talismans on the bridge piers, the dragon-locking chains in the dams, and the dragon-slaying swords under the bridge arches will automatically activate, leaving the demon race battered and bruised.

But today, everything is gone.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword was dismantled beforehand, the talisman was broken, and the Dragon-Locking Chain was smashed.

Even the people living along the riverbanks were completely evacuated, and even the River God and Water God, who usually liked to show off their divine power in front of people, disappeared without a trace.

The cultivators' brows furrowed even more deeply.

They naturally had no idea that Lin Chu was behind all of this.

Some of the river gods had benefited from Lin Chu's control of the floods, while others were subdued by him as prime minister.

Lin Chu had already informed them that they did not need to interfere in today's matter.

So at this moment, both banks of the Huai River are clean and tidy, and not even a trace of the water god can be seen.

"Something's not right." Master Moyuan paused for a moment on the cloud.

Ancestor Chi Lei remained silent.

He knew something was wrong, but his gaze fell on the approaching phantom of the dragon, and his greed for the true dragon's blood overwhelmed his reason.

Even if something's wrong, so what? I'm about to die anyway, who cares about the raging flood?

Under the Huai River ahead, Cang Yao was completely unaware.

Completely immersed in the battle against the flood, the phantom of the dragon broke through layers of waves. She lowered her head even further and swam resolutely toward the East China Sea without stopping.

Lin Chu stood on the shore and suddenly frowned.

He sensed it—several powerful auras were rapidly approaching from afar, moving at an extremely fast speed and making no attempt to conceal their oppressive power.

Lin Chu's gaze darkened.

The worst seems to be coming.

He straightened his faded blue robe, a pale golden light emanating from his body.

Eight streaks of light pierced the air and were about to pass when a golden light rose from the ground and blocked their way.

The Crimson Thunder Ancestor abruptly stopped his escape, and as the golden light slowly dissipated, a white-haired old man in a green robe was revealed.

Lin Chu stood in the void, without any magical artifacts or talismans, empty-handed, blocking the way for eight high-level cultivators.

Ancestor Chi Lei narrowed his eyes.

He could sense that the person in front of him had no spiritual energy fluctuations, but the aura of fortune was so strong that it was almost tangible.

Ancestor Chi Lei had lived for thousands of years and had seen countless masters, but he had never seen such profound fortune in a mortal.

Therefore, he dared not be negligent.

The fact that a mortal can stand in the void and make a Void Refinement cultivator like him feel pressure speaks volumes.

Ancestor Chi Lei straightened his clothes, clasped his hands in front of him, and bowed slightly.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

His attitude was polite, but there was a hint of wariness in his tone.

Lin Chu returned the greeting, her movements perfectly proper and meticulous.

"I am here today because I have a request that I cannot make."

The Nascent Soul cultivators behind Ancestor Crimson Thunder exchanged bewildered glances.

Master Mo Yuan crossed his arms and looked at Lin Chu expressionlessly.

Ancestor Chi Lei smiled and pointed to the white dragon phantom above the Huai River: "Old sir, are you also here for that beast that runs along the river? We are both human, so let's go together to slay the demon. The materials will be distributed according to our efforts, and I will never cheat you."

Lin Chu's gaze darkened slightly.

He looked at Ancestor Chi Lei and said in a calm voice.

"The one who traveled across the river is an important person to me."

Ancestor Crimson Thunder's smile froze.

"Could you all please show leniency in dealing with this matter today?"

Some of the cultivators recognized Lin Chu.

That was a Nascent Soul cultivator behind Ancestor Chi Lei. He had been to Jade Capital City and had heard of Lin Chu's great name and seen his portrait.

He strode forward and whispered a few words in the ear of Ancestor Chi Lei.

Ancestor Chi Lei's brows furrowed even deeper.

"So it's Prime Minister Lin." His tone changed; it was no longer polite, but rather a subtle coldness.

"Prime Minister Lin, you have done a lot for the people of the world, and I respect you greatly. But it is probably inappropriate for a human like you to plead for a demon."

The cultivators behind him also spoke up: "She's traveling along the river, where floods are raging. Who knows how many villages she'll destroy and how many people she'll kill? Isn't Prime Minister Lin always known for his love for the people?"

"I have already relocated the people along the route."

"No innocent civilians will be injured or killed on this road."

Lin Chu explained patiently.

Ancestor Crimson Thunder was taken aback.

Thinking back on all the unusual things I've seen along the way.

It turns out that this person in front of me did it all.

A mere mortal mobilized the entire Zhou Dynasty's water conservancy and government, orchestrating such a grand scheme, all to pave a foolproof path for a demon race.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Opportunities are for the capable." The voice of the Crimson Thunder Ancestor deepened. "This demon has the bloodline of a true dragon, which is a great opportunity for me. Therefore, I am afraid I cannot comply. Please, Prime Minister Lin, step aside."

Lin Chu did not move.

He looked at Ancestor Chi Lei, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"I won't give in."

Ancestor Crimson Thunder couldn't help but laugh, a laugh tinged with both confusion and mockery.

"You're just an ordinary mortal with good fortune on your side." He stopped smiling, raised his hand to signal the crowd behind him, "Do you think you can stop us all by yourself?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and thunder was booming overhead. The phantom was swimming further and further away, and was about to enter the heart of Jingzhou.

Lin Chu stood in the void, her white hair wet with rain and clinging to her face, her blue robe fluttering in the wind.

He raised his head and looked into the eyes of Ancestor Chi Lei.

"Then let's give it a try."