Chapter 100 - Wings of Rain Dragon

The martial art technique, Wings of Rain Dragon, permeated Chen Fan’s mind, startling him.

“Wings of Rain Dragon... Is it related to this dragon’s blood?”

Chen Fan knew that this pool with the blood of a rain dragon—ruler of the skies—had near-infinite energy.

Presumably, the small golden figure had absorbed a trace of the rain dragon's blood, awakening this profound martial art within Chen Fan.

Though Wings of Rain Dragon couldn’t rival the Heaven Seizing Art, it undeniably wielded formidable power.

Chen Fan didn’t know the technique’s tier, but he speculated it was, at the very least, a heaven tier martial skill, given its lineage traced back to a rain dragon.

“First, the Heaven Seizing Art; now, the Wings of Rain Dragon. One can increase my cultivation level, and the other can materialize wings akin to primeval force wings. I wonder what other martial arts this small golden figure will unveil next. Perhaps a formidable offensive skill.”

Despite the looming threat the small golden figure represented, anticipation glinted in Chen Fan’s eyes because he had discerned its true value.

His priority was to increase his strength, and this small golden figure emerged as a veritable treasure trove—a shortcut for rapid advancement in strength and cultivation.

“I should try to communicate with it more...”

Chen Fan felt very excited inside. “With the Wings of Rain Dragon, I can take flight in the sky like Yuanfu realm powerhouses with just Qigong realm cultivation. When I eventually ascend to the Yuanfu realm, my speed will surpass theirs. Remarkable. Truly excellent.

“As the saying goes, of all martial arts in the world, speed is invincible. This technique gives me another way to save my life. Even if I can’t defeat my opponent, I can use my unrivaled speed to escape. Who could possibly catch up to me?”

Chen Fan promptly delved into the practice of the Wings of Rain Dragon technique.

His injuries were now a distant memory, fully healed.

The primeval qi in his dantian was thick and abundant, and Chen Fan stood at the peak of the eighth level. All he needed was an opportunity, and he could pierce through the clouds, officially stepping into the Qi Grandmaster realm.

Endless primeval qi coursed through him.

Buzz!

As he executed the cultivation method, primeval qi surged from his dantian and converged at his back. Assisted by the rain dragon’s blood, practicing the technique became a breeze for Chen Fan.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Swish!

A pair of expansive wings manifested on his back, fully condensed with primeval qi, sporting a half-transparent appearance.

This was the Wings of Rain Dragon.

The wings had runes that seemed to form a rain dragon. When unfurled, the wings emanated the distinct aura of a rain dragon. With the wings at the center, the air within a hundred steps became more active.

Rain dragons were the lords of the skies.

Although Chen Fan wasn’t a rain dragon, cultivating and manifesting the wings of a rain dragon made him especially attuned to the surrounding air. He even felt a degree of control over it.

With a gentle flap of the wings, a powerful gale attacked the modest cave. Stone walls trembled, and loose stones cascaded to the ground, creating echoing rumbles.

Simultaneously, Chen Fan ascended from the ground and hung in mid-air.

Such a feat would have been impossible for him in the past.

Although he could reach thirty to forty feet in the air with a single jump, he could not sustain himself in the air. Yet, Chen Fan floated effortlessly now.

“Hahahaha! Good! Good! Good! With these wings... Just wait, Wang Fuchen. Once I am a Qi Grandmaster, you won't find refuge anywhere in heaven or on earth. You won't have the slightest chance to live!” Chen Fan laughed heartily.

Without the Wings of Rain Dragon, even if Chen Fan became a Qi Grandmaster and became much stronger, killing Wang Fuchen would have been impossible. After all, Wang Fuchen could fly and, therefore, easily evade Chen Fan.

Chen Fan could unleash primeval qi for long-distance attacks, but the attack’s power would diminish significantly. Furthermore, Wang Fuchen could easily elude Chen Fan if he decided to retreat.

Now that he had the Wings of Rain Dragon, could Wang Fuchen still escape?

Not a chance!

As for whether he was a match for Wang Fuchen, Chen Fan didn't even entertain the thought.

Having reforged himself with dragon blood, Chen Fan had completely transformed. His flesh had become terrifyingly resilient, and the Myriad Elephant Divine Art was now at the seventh layer—the Body Strengthening realm.

As stated in the manual of the Myriad Elephants Divine Art, practitioners would become incomparably strong at the seventh layer, the Body Strengthening realm. Even treasure weapons would have difficulty harming them, let alone ordinary weapons.

And that was all before one considered that Chen Fan had reforged his physique using a dragon’s blood. He should be able to resist the attacks of grade-one treasures easily.

Chen Fan wondered if he could tear a Yuanfu realm powerhouse apart with his bare hands.

He even contemplated confronting Wang Fuchen, relying solely on his physical prowess.

Along with his powerful physical abilities, if he also became a Qi Grandmaster, he could trounce Wang Fuchen without the help of any pill.

“Hahahaha, I really have to thank you, Wang Fuchen. If you hadn’t forced me into a corner, I would never have jumped off the Scarlet Cliff, thus missing this extraordinary opportunity. I’m so grateful to you.

“To show my gratitude, I’ll repay double for all the pain and suffering once I leave this place. Let's see if luck favors you as much as it did me! Hahahaha!”

His wings flapped fiercely as he laughed, creating a formidable windstorm within the cave.

Sand and gravel whirled through the air; it seemed like the cave might crumble anytime.

“Next, let’s become a Qi Grandmaster!”

Chen Fan calmed his heart, poised to seize this moment to break through to the ninth level—the Qi Grandmaster realm.

However, Qin Yao suddenly began changing drastically.

Raging flames suddenly ignited on the surface of her skin, drawing Chen Fan's attention.

His gaze fixated on the vivid imprint between her eyebrows—a phoenix imprint.

This phoenix imprint seemed to come alive, resonating with the cry of a phoenix.

The raging flames burning around Qin Yao remarkably changed the phoenix imprint.

It became increasingly distinct, undergoing profound transformations. It seemed like a phoenix was rapidly maturing within the imprint, on the verge of bursting forth.

Simultaneously, Qin Yao absorbed the residual dragon power of the blood pool.

“Scree!”

A high-pitched cry of a phoenix resonated immediately. Chen Fan watched the phoenix imprint ascend, metamorphosing into a divine phoenix.

This phoenix possessed an otherworldly grace, surrounded by unimaginable spiritual ripples.

The temperature in the cave instantly skyrocketed. The flames encircling Qin Yao burned fiercely as though reaching a boiling point.

Suddenly, the flame around her shot out at an unimaginable speed, rushing toward the phoenix above Qin Yao.