CHAPTER 641: CHAPTER 41: DRAGON AND PHOENIX CLASH

The skill Little White Jiao had acquired was not truly Swallowing Clouds and Spitting Smoke, but rather a new enhancement in the use of its own Spiritual Energy, storing the chill within its body to be released in a spurt when needed.

Extreme cold that could freeze all things, severing the life force of living things.

After admonishing it not to recklessly spew Jiao Long Breath, Xiao Xian allowed Little White Jiao to move about freely. Having been cooped up in the space for nearly a month, it deserved a breath of fresh air.

Little White Jiao was also impatient. This ordeal with the Heavenly Thunder Cage was one of its tribulations, yet also an opportunity. Beasts are different from human Cultivators; due to their lower comprehension, they cultivate slower and there’s a higher chance of perishing along the way.

Where there are disadvantages, there are advantages. Beasts have formidable bodies and lack the scheming minds of humans. For example, a White Flood Dragon at the peak of Silver Grade can fight a Gold Rank Early Stage human Cultivator without being at a disadvantage.

After experiencing the Heavenly Thunder Cage, Little White Jiao had broken through to the early stages of the Gold Rank of demon beasts. With its current strength, it was slightly weaker than Mei Nian and Zhou Ziang, but still could compete with people like Wang Shuai and Ye Heng. If it truly wanted to break away from Xiao Xian, who was still at Middle Level Silver Grade, it wouldn’t be too difficult.

However, having experienced the Heavenly Thunder Cage, and recalling Xiao Xian’s reckless move to ensure its survival, Little White Jiao developed a heart of utter loyalty. Knowing that Xiao Xian possessed a bizarre space and potential that should not be underestimated, it discarded any thoughts of betrayal and devoted itself to waiting for Xiao Xian’s eventual ascension.

Little White Jiao traveled thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, its speed only faster than when it first flew from Ge Village to Guiyang. In a brief moment, it had flown over half of Beijing.

Without Xiao Xian’s supervision, White Flood Dragon was not quite used to it.

As it flew, snow flurries kept falling from the sky. White Flood Dragon, feeling playful, opened its Jiao mouth and swallowed the snowflakes. Just as it was getting into the fun, a red light flashed ahead, and a fiery-red mass appeared before its eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Brazen demon beast, leave the territory of this Phoenix Bird immediately," where the red light passed, it was bright and blinding, and the snow melted instantly, looking like a fiery ball doused in oil.

Upon hearing the words "Phoenix Bird," White Flood Dragon was shocked.

The Phoenix was a Divine Beast of legend, and Little White Jiao’s true form was originally a young Jiao in the water. In terms of lineage, it could only be considered a demon beast.

Having absorbed the Spiritual Energy from Xiao Xian’s space over the years, its demonic energy had weakened, and it had transformed from a demon beast into a spiritual beast.

But compared to a Divine Beast, it still lacked a grade. Ordinary spiritual beasts, when encountering Divine Beasts, would only prostrate in worship and quickly leave.

Little White Jiao, having been a human in a past life, knew that Phoenixes didn’t exist on Earth, so it boldly faced forward. It waited for the red light to fade before it clearly saw the true face of the so-called Phoenix Bird.

At that look, Little White Jiao scornfully snorted two streams of white vapor from its nostrils, freezing the clouds where the vapor passed solidly.

A chubby red-haired bird with a belly hanging out in midair measured only about twelve or thirteen centimeters in length and was palm-sized in height. Its flapping wings were completely disproportionate to its corpulent body.

"Where did this ugly bird come from, daring to run wild before Lord Jiao?" Little White Jiao spat out another Jiao Long Breath.

Perhaps knowing the potency of that white vapor, the red-haired fatty bird, Little Pig, dodged nimbly.

Originally, Little Pig had been sleeping soundly in the nest below the apartment when it felt a fluctuation of a powerful spiritual beast in the sky. Out of curiosity, it flew out, only to see a strange fellow that looked like a Jiao Long.

Little White Jiao covertly sized up Little Pig, while Little Pig also glanced sideways at White Flood Dragon.

"That thing is ugly; must have been a demon beast originally. It’s not easy for a demon beast to become a spiritual beast in a place with such thin Spiritual Energy like Earth. There must be a powerful Cultivator backing it," Little Pig, also spiritually enlightened, roughly guessed the origins of White Flood Dragon.

"This strange bird looks deformed; needless to say, it must not be indigenous to Earth, and its Fire Spirit is quite domineering," Little White Jiao speculated about Little Pig.

"Ugly Jiao, I see you’ve just grown Horns, and you’re no match for me or my master," threatened Little Pig, spreading its wings.

"Fatty chicken, who did you say is no match for whom? Without my little master making a move, just one breath of Jiao Long’s energy from me could freeze you and your equally ugly master half to death," Little White Jiao flared up upon hearing this. Daring to deride his master? That was asking to have its bird life ended. It coiled up its dragon claws, ready to attack.