I Grind to Martial Saint

"When things are this strange, there’s always a darker reason. It seems there really is something peculiar beneath the Cangjiang River."

Han Yuan gazed at the churning river, a glint in his eyes.

"Mhm."

"To make a Spirit-Searching Talisman suddenly explode..."

"...I’m afraid it’s just as Fellow Daoist Zhang said. There’s a Blood Soul Evil hiding beneath the Cangjiang River."

Old Yan’s expression grew grim as well.

This was a Blood Soul Evil. If it developed any further, it would become an Evil Demon Seed.

The appearance of such a creature was practically a catastrophe, destined to cause rivers of blood and countless casualties.

Over a hundred years ago, it was Daoist Xuanlei who stepped forward to seal this Blood Soul Evil.

But now, Daoist Xuanlei had been dead for many years.

The only hope rested on Han Yuan’s shoulders.

"I want to go down and see for myself," Han Yuan said in a low voice.

With time so tight, he couldn’t afford to hesitate.

"Han Yuan, I’ll go with you."

"Don’t worry, I’m sure I can be of help this time," Zhang Cang immediately spoke up.

"Alright... then we’ll go down together."

Han Yuan nodded.

Huang Xian’Er was about to speak, but after a moment’s thought, her gaze dimmed and she remained silent.

’With my level of strength,’ she knew, ’going down would only get in Han Yuan’s way. Staying on the bank is the best option.’

"Aren’t you going to ask anyone else to go with you?" Old Yan asked.

"You."

"I was already counting you in," Han Yuan said with a smile.

Old Yan’s face stiffened. "Director Han, I’m getting on in years. Surely you don’t need me."

"The more capable you are, the more work you do."

"I’ll count it as five thousand Contribution Points for you."

"You in or not?"

Han Yuan looked at Old Yan with a faint smile.

Old Yan felt a chill run down his spine under Han Yuan’s gaze and gave a wry, helpless smile. "Alright, alright, I’m in."

Once they had agreed, Han Yuan had Huang Xian’Er stay guard on the riverbank.

Just then, Old Yan took out three deep blue talismans.

"These are Profound Water Talismans. Once we stick them on, we’ll be able to breathe in the water like fish."

The most difficult part of going underwater was breathing.

Han Yuan was fine; his lung capacity was monstrously large, and he could probably stay in the water for several hours.

But Old Yan and Zhang Cang couldn’t do what Han Yuan could. With the help of the Profound Water Talismans, this was no longer a concern.

"Not bad, Old Yan. I can’t believe you got your hands on these."

Han Yuan was a little surprised.

"Experience always wins out."

Old Yan tilted his head back smugly.

Han Yuan chuckled, took a Profound Water Talisman from Old Yan’s hand, and stuck it to his chest.

It felt cool and refreshing, like applying an ice pack.

"These Profound Water Talismans only last for two hours, so we have to resolve this quickly," Old Yan reminded them as he applied a talisman to himself.

After waiting for Zhang Cang to affix his Profound Water Talisman, the three of them leaped directly into the rushing river.

SPLOOSH~~

Three huge splashes erupted.

Standing on the bank, Huang Xian’Er prayed that the three of them could successfully deal with the Evil Spirit.

......

After entering the water, Han Yuan felt the river was exceptionally cold and the current was swift.

An ordinary person would have been swept away instantly.

But with a slight exertion of force, Han Yuan easily offset the rushing current.

At that moment, the Profound Water Talisman’s effect kicked in, allowing Han Yuan to breathe as if he were on land, with no difference at all.

He glanced at Zhang Cang and Old Yan. Neither of them had been swept away by the current, and they quickly gathered by his side.

"Let’s head for the riverbed."

Thanks to the Profound Water Talisman, Zhang Cang was also able to speak.

Han Yuan and Old Yan nodded, and they rapidly descended toward the depths.

The Cangshui River was a great river, its depths unfathomable.

As they descended, their vision grew darker and darker until they could barely see anything, only the hazy, indistinct flow of water.

Fortunately, the reliable Old Yan once again produced a Spirit Talisman.

VMMM~~

The Spirit Talisman transformed into a halo of light, illuminating the surrounding few meters.

WHOOSH~

Just then, Han Yuan suddenly felt the current grow even more turbulent.

"Look out behind you!" Zhang Cang shouted.

He saw a black water python, as thick as a bucket, shoot out from the dark water behind Han Yuan, its cavernous mouth wide open, ready to swallow him whole.

Even without Zhang Cang’s warning, Han Yuan had already sensed the danger.

He kicked his legs in the water, like a frog, and instantly shot forward several meters.

BAM~

The water python snapped its jaws on empty water, stirring up an even more violent surge.

Its sneak attack having failed, it seemed furious. Its serpentine body writhed, and with a burst of speed, it charged toward Han Yuan.

At that moment, Han Yuan had just turned around. Seeing the water python lunging at him again, his expression turned icy, and he lashed out with his right leg!

The terrifying force instantly compressed and shattered the cold, rushing river water, landing viciously on the water python’s head.

BOOM~~~

The water python’s head shook violently, as if it had been knocked unconscious.

Even in the river, Han Yuan’s speed was extreme. He flickered in front of the water python and unleashed a ferocious Giant Spirit Monument-Opening Hand!

The river water parted in that instant.

His palm, wreathed in Great Demon Qi, came crashing down on the black water python’s massive head.

With a loud THUD!

The sound was strangely muffled, like a drum being beaten underwater.

The black water python’s head exploded violently into a cloud of bloody mist.

Its thick, serpentine body sank toward the riverbed, and a large amount of foul-smelling blood diffused through the water.

"A python this big... it must have been close to becoming a demon."

"It’s a shame we can’t use it to make wine," Old Yan said with a hint of regret, gazing at the python’s corpse.

"After we deal with that Evil Spirit, I’ll fish it out for you," Han Yuan said coolly.

"Hehe, sounds good to me," Old Yan chuckled.

The three continued their descent to the riverbed.

Perhaps the foul stench of the black python’s blood attracted many ferocious fish from the river’s depths, which began to attack them relentlessly.

Han Yuan, of course, showed no mercy, smashing each one that came at them.

A brutal and savage aura spread wantonly through the water.

This time, even the ferocious fish felt fear and dared not approach.

About half an hour later, the three of them finally reached the bottom of the river.

The riverbed was all sand and silt, and the current was even stronger, making it very difficult to walk.

Han Yuan wasn’t bothered, but he glanced at Zhang Cang with a hint of concern.

However, he soon discovered that Zhang Cang seemed completely unaffected.

"Don’t worry, my Profound Water Talisman does more than just let you breathe underwater," Old Yan said with a laugh.

"So where do we go now?" Han Yuan asked.

"Let me see..."

Zhang Cang used the halo of light to look around the riverbed.

Then, as if he had sensed something, he pointed in a certain direction.

Zhang Cang didn’t use any special techniques; it looked as though he had pointed at random.

But Han Yuan and Old Yan exchanged a silent glance and, without even asking a question, headed directly in the direction Zhang Cang had indicated.

This direction happened to be against the current, making their progress exceedingly difficult.

Han Yuan walked at the very front, acting like a reef to block the turbulent current for Old Yan and Zhang Cang.

There was no mythical Dragon Palace on the riverbed, nor any other spectacular sights.

There was only sand, silt, reefs, and the cold, rushing water.

The three of them walked forward in silence.

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