Chapter 1431: Dragon Spirit, Tiger Spirit

Jian Qinsheng was truly going mad.

He had clearly seen a Saint Domain Eighth Layer expert attempt the formation and get charred inside and out, ready to be served at any moment, yet he still insisted on going over—was a storage ring really worth it?

It wasn't like they wouldn't give it back!

It was like depositing something; everyone did it. There was no need to start resisting before even entering the Zhang family!

He would die a miserable death.

"Please!"

Third Elder Zhang Wuchen hadn't expected this young man to be so reckless, and waved his hand expressionlessly.

Nodding, Zhang Xuan lifted his foot and walked toward the formation.

"Master Zhang..."

Jian Qinsheng hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Let me try." Knowing it was for his own good, Zhang Xuan smiled faintly, his face full of sunshine.

Seeing his decision was unchangeable, Jian Qinsheng could only step back and exhale: "Be careful..."

The formation's attack was just a warning, not a kill; at most, he would suffer a bit.

Saying no more, Zhang Xuan leaped and flew toward the great formation.

Rumble!

As soon as he entered the formation, a giant dragon appeared, just like before, but this time it was water, not fire.

This was not a real dragon, but the spirit of the formation, containing the mysteries of the Five Elements, able to change form at will.

Water vapor gathered, like a true dragon, and as soon as it appeared, waves surged sky-high, with immense pressure crushing the surroundings, the ground trembling incessantly.

Fire could burn everything, leaving no grass alive, but flood was equally terrifying. Before the torrential water even fell, one felt their chest squeezed flat, unable to breathe.

"It's a water dragon..."

His face turning even paler, Jian Qinsheng's body swayed.

The human body is over ninety percent water; controlling water is actually more harmful to the body than controlling fire.

"This is the punishment for arrogance!"

Flicking his sleeves, Zhang Wuchen clasped his hands behind his back and snorted.

Even the Sword Saint of the Saint Son Hall, who was once as famous as the family head, had obediently handed over his storage ring, but this fellow was so arrogant as to force his way through... even the formation couldn't stand it and had to strike him.

"Sword Saint Qinsheng, is this your junior?"

Knowing that the other was bound to be taught a lesson by the formation, he didn't bother to watch further and turned to look.

"He... is my senior brother."

Jian Qinsheng said.

Along the way, discussing with him had been greatly beneficial. The one entering the formation, though young, had a half-teacher relationship with him; calling him a student was out of the question, so he introduced him as 'senior brother' to others after arriving.

"Senior brother?"

Zhang Wuchen looked puzzled: "What qualifies him to be your senior brother?"

Calling someone 'senior brother' usually meant their cultivation or strength had earned respect. What could a twenty-something kid possibly have?

"Third Elder, do not underestimate him. This senior brother of mine, though young and low in cultivation now, given time, he will surely astonish the entire continent..."

Seeing his doubt, Jian Qinsheng shook his head and said.

"Astonish?"

Zhang Wuchen sneered: "Knowing the formation is irresistible, and still astonishing?"

A Saint Domain Eighth Layer peak expert entered the formation and was struck to the brink of death at any moment. Yet you, a Domain Realm cultivator, insist on rushing in. No matter how you look at it, it's not smart. A hole in the head, and you call it astonishing...

Shocking is more like it!

"Third Elder doesn't believe me?" Seeing his expression, Jian Qinsheng frowned with slight displeasure.

"Of course not..."

He snorted, about to lament that the man before him might have gone mad, when he suddenly stopped, staring straight ahead, words stuck in his throat, unable to spit out or swallow, nearly suffocating.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his state, Jian Qinsheng followed his gaze in confusion, and then his body also stiffened.

The giant dragon formed from water vapor in the formation was not attacking Zhang Xuan at all; instead, its huge head rubbed against his pant leg, looking utterly adorable.

Across from it, the young man raised an eyebrow, flicked his finger, and a wooden stick from who-knows-where flew out with a whoosh. The water dragon turned sharply, dashed to it, caught it in its mouth, turned back, and delivered it to Zhang Xuan's hand, its tongue lolling out, eyes pleading.

"Too slow, faster!"

Displeased, Zhang Xuan threw the stick again.

Whoosh!

The water dragon shot out, catching the stick before it hit the ground, then turned and flew back.

"That's more like it..."

Zhang Xuan nodded in satisfaction: "Now, retract the formation; I want to enter."

"Roar!"

The water dragon nodded repeatedly, its claws reaching forward, and a rainbow bridge of water formed beneath its feet, slowly advancing as it walked.

"Junior brother, we can go..."

Knowing that calling him 'senior' now would reveal his identity, Zhang Xuan turned to look, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly.

"You..."

Unexpected that the formation spirit would obey the other like a lapdog, Zhang Wuchen's face turned livid. He quickly flew over: "Don't leave yet..."

"I don't want to hear any nonsense."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Crack!

Before the words faded, Zhang Wuchen saw the water dragon strike him. His brows jumped, and before he could react, he was hit and sent flying backward.

"This..."

Watching Zhang Wuchen struggling on the ground, Jian Qinsheng's throat went dry, and he followed like a puppet.

He had heard that this man's understanding of formations was no weaker than his swordsmanship, and now it seemed true.

The Dragon-Tiger Great Formation set up by the Zhang family's ancestors had been tamed in the blink of an eye...

What kind of ability was this?

"Third Elder..."

The other elders also saw this, hurriedly flying over to pull Zhang Wuchen up from the ground.

"He tamed the spirit of the formation... How did he do it?"

Standing upright, he no longer pursued, watching from afar as the young man on the rainbow bridge walked slowly, his teeth chattering, unable to speak.

Over the years, there had been those who passed the formation without handing over storage rings, like Master Yang from the Master Teacher Pavilion headquarters!

Every time he came, the formation seemed not to notice him, and he passed through easily without any hindrance.

There were also those who forced their way through by sheer strength, like the head of the Yuan family, who charged straight in, letting the formation's attacks land on him without a scratch...

But someone like this, who made the formation's spirit obedient like a lapdog at the first move, fetching sticks with a silly look... was unheard of, never even heard of.

However, the spirit of the Two-Spirit Heaven-Subduing Formation changed constantly; controlling one randomly appearing spirit did not mean controlling the entire formation.

"Even if he passed the dragon spirit, there's still the tiger spirit ahead..."

Though frustrated, he couldn't help but look forward.

Sure enough, not far along the rainbow bridge, a fierce tiger appeared in the sky, its body ablaze with flames, like a qilin.

This was the other spirit of the Two-Spirit Heaven-Subduing Formation.

Taming one was indeed impressive, but this tiger spirit was even stronger and would not obey orders. He wanted to see if the other could pass.

Roar!

As the tiger spirit appeared, it let out a fierce roar and swiped its claws.

Space around the formation collapsed layer by layer, and a superimposed force pressed down like a hurricane.

Feeling this force, the water dragon's eyes were full of fear, not daring to advance.

The Two-Spirit Heaven-Subduing Formation was maintained by two spirits; the tiger spirit was stronger.

Just as he thought the other would surely fail, he saw the young man take a step forward, as if calculating the position, and then lightly stomp his foot.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the great formation shook violently. The tiger spirit dared not attack anymore, suddenly shrinking and trembling.

The many majestic buildings of the Zhang family under the formation's cover could no longer hold, groaning loudly, on the verge of collapse.

"Oh no... the Zhang family's ten-thousand-year legacy..."

His pupils contracted, Zhang Wuchen's body went rigid.