Translator: Tamon Translation Checker: Silavin “Greetings, Senior.” Chen Changan recognized Flood Dragon Hei from when he gave him that lotus seed, as well as many other rare Spiritual Herbs over the past days. The Golden Jewel came from him. Chen Changan nodded. “Flood Dragon Hei, you’re just in time.” “How can I be of assistance?” “Turn back into a Dragon,” Chen Changan said. “Understood.” Hei returned to being a savage Flood Dragon without delay. This black form was ruthless and dangerous in appearance, covered in glistening dark scales. The cultivators were scared witless, their hearts thundering in their chests. They had not a snowball chance in hell to even survive this Demon’s onslaught. Chen Changan was stunned at his appearance. [How majestic.] He asked, “Flood Dragon Hei, may I sit on you?” Hei was now the only other Spirit Severing Demon in the Myriad Mountains, besides the Fox Demon Empress. Chen Changan wanted a mount, but would the Flood Dragon not feel humiliated by this request? Chen Changan’s worry was for naught as Hei was thrilled at the prospect of being his ride. “It is my honour to serve you, Senior!” He bowed his head, and Chen Changan climbed on it. The way he looked standing on that huge black head pained him like a god. There were quite a few mountable Demons among this group, with even two female Demons. One was dainty, graceful, and had a snake tail. Clearly, she was some sort of python, perfect to ride. The other had wings behind her, with long, smooth legs—a mythical Luan. It only worked to emphasize her charm and beauty, especially that perfect face. The girls found Flood Dragon Hei to be the object of their envy. [What does he have that we don’t?] Chen Changan was on top of the world on the black, scaly head before the gawking cultivators. [Only a supreme expert like Senior is worthy to ride a Demon Emperor.] Chen Changan said. “People, it’s time we part.” Chen Changan patted Flood Dragon Hei’s head. He roared and took to the skies. Chen Changan’s hair fluttered in the wind, his mind overwhelmed with joy. He felt he could cry at any moment from having a mount of his own. Chen Changan was glad he made an Avatar in the Qi Refining Stage. Despite its low cultivation, he still had to fork out five thousand Domain Points. [Rotten System, sucking me dry! A Mortal Avatar only costs five hundred!] Every stage drove the price ten times higher than the last. Chen Changan found this System to be an extortionist. The prices were sky-high. The only saving grace was the recent haul he earned, affording a minor splurge of five grand. If he tried riding Flood Dragon Hei with an average Avatar, he’d find himself blown off. The cultivators gazed at the two with adoration. [Senior is beyond godly and aloof. This might very well be the last chance we get to see him.] The Python Demon muttered, “Maybe by becoming a Demon Empress, Senior would like to ride me as well.” The Luan Demon gave her a compassionate look, her wish being the same. She had the noble blood of the mythical Luan coursing through her, no less than Flood Dragon Hei’s. All that she lacked was cultivation. They witnessed Chen Changan’s might as he crushed Ghost Immortal that day, his demeanour and character had the two Demon women swooning on the spot. And they were not the only ones, with scores of others falling for him just as hard. They loved, longed for, and worshiped Chen Changan. They thought there was no greater joy than being Senior’s mount. It was a shame none of them was a Nascent Soul Demon Empress. They did not qualify to be his mount. The two Demon women vowed as they watched the Flood Dragon fly away that one day they would surpass him. [That hideous tick is unqualified to be Senior’s mount!]