Chapter 34 The Yellow Springs Diagram! Flood Dragon… Yan! Help Me Kill the Demon Emperor’s Heir!

In the side courtyard of Shenhua Peak—Fang Yuhan had long since awakened from his coma, but he didn’t dare make any rash moves. The Yellow Springs Diagram could detect any spiritual fluctuations in its surroundings.

Because of this, Fang Yuhan knew clearly that there were at least four elders guarding the courtyard around his small yard.

“Damn it!”

His heart was full of hatred. How did things turn out like this?

According to his original plan, he was supposed to use the Direct Disciple Tournament to show off his strength and rise to fame—becoming a core force within the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

Then the Daoist Yuhua would fully support him, Fang Qingxue would stay by his side, and the other direct disciples would submit one by one. But now, all that hope had turned to dust.

Even though he defeated other disciples during the tournament, not only did he receive no reward, he ended up gravely wounded and imprisoned in this small courtyard.

“It must’ve been Su Ming!”

“What exactly did he say?”

Fang Yuhan’s hatred for Su Ming ran deep.

“This good-for-nothing bastard… he deserves to die! No—I must get rid of him!”

Fang Yuhan had always been someone who clearly remembered grudges and favors. Coming from humble origins, he wasn’t like those so-called sons of destiny born with great fortune.

Once he gained the upper hand, he would mercilessly devour his opponents. He remembered clearly that he had taken the Yellow Springs Diagram from a dying cultivator.

To him, not fighting, not competing, and not striking first—meant never having a chance to rise.

“That Demon Emperor’s heir is just a frivolous playboy. He can’t be that strong himself…”

“But… he must have someone protecting him!”

“I need to find a hidden way to kill him!”

Fang Yuhan’s expression darkened and flickered with shifting emotions. This kind of thing—he had methods. The Yellow Springs Diagram was a treasure of the Yellow Springs Emperor, containing numerous divine abilities and techniques.

But many of those required a certain level of cultivation to use. Since Fang Yuhan had not yet reached the Realm of Ten Thousand Laws, over 90% of them were unusable.

“Still… there’s one method I can use!”

His eyes turned cold.

Within the Yellow Springs Diagram, a remnant soul of a Yellow Springs Flood Dragon was sealed!

This remnant soul once belonged to the Yellow Springs Emperor’s pet beast and held a pure dragon’s power. It had been nurtured within the diagram for over a thousand years, absorbing much of the emperor’s energy—its power unpredictable.

Fang Yuhan had once communicated with the Flood Dragon. But since he didn’t fully control the Yellow Springs Diagram, the dragon couldn’t be used at his will.

“To summon the Yellow Springs Flood Dragon, I’ll have to pay a heavy price.”

“It’ll cost me a large amount of blood, shorten my lifespan by thirty years, and even weaken my natural talent.”

“Worst of all… I might lose control over the diagram entirely.”

This last consequence made Fang Yuhan extremely hesitant.

Losing control of the Yellow Springs Diagram would mean his last chance at rising to power would vanish forever.

Just then, footsteps echoed lightly from outside.

“Hmm?”

Fang Yuhan rose and cautiously looked toward the door. In the distance, he saw Fang Qingxue walking atop Shenhua Peak with a faint smile on her face.

“Senior Sister Fang?”

Seeing her brought a brief trace of joy to his face. But it quickly faded.

It was already late at night—where had she come from?

He knew her well—Fang Qingxue was always focused on cultivation and rarely left Shenhua Peak.

But now… he clearly saw a soft, shy, and lingering smile on her face—one that came from deep within.

Fang Yuhan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. That smile was beautiful—but it wasn’t meant for him. Just then, a few female disciples walked by on the peak, their idle chatter drifting over.

“Senior Sister Fang went to the palace again?”

“So lucky. She’s the only one in our sect who can get close to the Demon Emperor’s heir.”

“Yeah, judging from the look on her face, something’s definitely going on between them…”

The girls’ voices were full of admiration and cheerful laughter. Fang Yuhan felt like his head exploded.

Fang Qingxue had gone to see Su Ming this late at night??

Jealousy flared violently in his chest.

“Damn it!”

“That shameless woman!”

“I’m the only one worthy of her! I’m wounded like this and she hasn’t even visited me—and she’s out getting cozy with that Demon Emperor’s brat!?”

“This is unbearable!”

Rage consumed him. His eyes turned blood-red.

“Su Ming—I will kill you!”

A low growl escaped his throat as he finally lost all concern. Fang Yuhan focused his will and entered the Yellow Springs Diagram with his spiritual consciousness.

Whoosh!

Within the divine diagram, the sound of water roared like thunder—a vast and boundless world appeared. Everywhere he looked, endless waves churned.

But these weren’t ordinary waters—they were the eerie, yellow-black waters of the Underworld. The Yellow Springs flowed with terrifying force, loud enough to shatter eardrums, as if ready to swallow everything.

“Yan!”

Fang Yuhan shouted loudly. Soon, the surface of the water exploded with a thunderous boom. A massive form burst into the air from the waves. It was a gigantic flood dragon!

Its body was thick and powerful, imbued with pure dragon blood—yet it had never become a true dragon. That was only because it existed in a remnant soul form within the Yellow Springs Diagram.

Even so, the combat power of this Yellow Springs Flood Dragon was terrifying—stronger than many true dragons.bIts enormous, imposing head loomed above, unleashing a crushing aura.

“You said before—if I feed you with my blood to help you form a body, you’ll do one thing for me!”

“Now—go kill Su Ming!”

“I offer twenty years of my lifespan and a century’s worth of my blood as payment!”

Fang Yuhan roared in fury, his face twisted with hatred.

ROAR!

The flood dragon’s eyes lit up, and a voice echoed in the sea of spirit.

“Are you certain…?”

“I am!!!”