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Along the way, Xue Tianhan moved forward cautiously, taking every step with extreme caution, as if there was a bottomless abyss under his feet.

With his keen perception like a fox and rich experience like a treasure, he cleverly avoided many dangers lurking in the dark. Those dangers were like poisonous snakes hidden in the darkness, ready to deal a fatal blow at any time.

However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people. After he went deep into a foggy area, he suddenly felt a powerful and mysterious breath coming towards him. The breath was like a mountain pressing down on his head, causing his heartbeat to accelerate instantly.

The moment Xue Tianhan sensed danger, all his muscles tensed instantly, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey, exuding a fierce aura ready to strike.

He suddenly clenched the long sword in his hand, and the sword body hummed, as if resonating with the owner's tension and echoing his vigilance.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as sharp as the brightest cold star in the night sky. He quickly and accurately scanned every inch of the surrounding space, not missing any slight movement. It seemed that his eyes could penetrate the fog, see through everything around clearly, and understand all hidden crises.

At that moment, the thick fog ahead seemed to be slowly parted by an invisible hand, and a mysterious lake emitting a faint glow gradually came into view. The pillar of light in the center of the lake reached the sky, as if a rare treasure had appeared.

The lake surface was shimmering and flickering with a faint light, but there was an indescribable weirdness in that light, like a huge and deep eye, staring quietly at Xue Tianhan.

This made him feel a chill slowly rising up his spine, and he shivered involuntarily, as if he was being stared at by some unknown mysterious force.

Before he could take in the entirety of this mysterious lake, the tranquil surface of the lake suddenly ruptured, and a giant dragon as majestic as a mountain emerged from the water.

The dragon's scales gleamed with cold light, like an indestructible armor made of steel, emitting a terrifying aura of majesty, as if it were a prehistoric beast awakened from its ancient slumber, bringing with it an endless sense of oppression.

Those huge eyes like copper bells locked onto Xue Tianhan tightly, with majesty and anger intertwined in them, as if they were giving him a deafening roar, declaring the sovereignty of this territory and sternly warning him not to set foot in this forbidden area easily.

Almost at the same moment, Xue Tianhan keenly sensed several powerful auras approaching rapidly like ghosts.

He glanced sideways and saw a group of monks in different costumes gathering like a tide from all directions.

There was a gleam of greed and determination in these people's eyes, just like a long-hungry wolf eyeing a fat lamb. The greed in their eyes seemed to be able to ignite the air around them.

Obviously, they were bewitched by the treasure in this mysterious lake. Under the temptation of the treasure, they have lost their minds. In order to take it for themselves, they would not hesitate to make enemies with anyone, even at the cost of their lives.

Seeing this situation, Xue Tianhan's mind changed, and his figure flashed like a ghost, quietly hiding behind a huge rock beside him, quietly observing the development of the situation, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity.

The newcomers surrounded the dragon and released powerful pressure from each of them. For a moment, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that was almost solidified, and a thrilling battle was about to break out.

The dragon seemed to be completely enraged by the sudden siege. Its huge body rolled wildly in the lake, raising waves as turbulent as a mountain torrent, rushing towards the crowd.

The waves contained surging water-attributed spiritual power. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be squeezed by a pair of invisible giant hands, making crackling sounds that hurt people's eardrums, as if the heaven and earth were roaring for this battle.

The monks were not willing to be outdone and used all their skills.

The red-robed monk danced his hands like nimble snakes, muttering something, and then suddenly pushed his palms forward. A column of scorching flames shot towards the dragon like an angry fire dragon, with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever it passed, the lake water was instantly evaporated by the high temperature, making a "sizzling" sound. Water vapor filled the air, and the temperature around rose sharply, as if it had turned into a scorching purgatory.

"Hmph, this evil creature is unlucky enough to meet us today! This treasure will definitely be in our pockets!" The red-robed monk shouted loudly with a ferocious and smug look on his face.

The green-robed monk quickly unleashed a cloud of green mist, which spread outward, emitting a pungent stench, evidently extremely poisonous. He controlled the mist and flew toward the dragon like a ghost, sneering, "You think this beast can protect the treasure? It's a pipe dream!"

As the battle continued, Xue Tianhan hid aside, witnessing the fierce fighting between the two sides, secretly assessing the situation in his heart.

He knew clearly that the enemy was numerous and powerful. Although the dragon was extremely ferocious, it gradually showed signs of fatigue under the siege. It was covered with wounds and blood was flowing out, dyeing the surrounding lake water a light red, like a tragic picture.

The monks didn't gain much advantage either. Many of them were injured and their spiritual power fluctuations became chaotic, obviously due to excessive consumption of spiritual power.

Just when both sides were exhausted and injured in the fierce battle, Xue Tianhan's eyes flashed coldly. He seized the fleeting opportunity and shot out like a black lightning.

The spiritual power in his body surged like a surging river. In an instant, a faint golden light appeared around his body, as if he was wearing a layer of dazzling spiritual armor, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

Xue Tianhan's figure was as swift as lightning, deftly weaving across the battlefield. He swung his longsword, releasing piercing sword energy, each one imbued with powerful spiritual energy, like a streak of lightning across the night sky, chilling the very bones.

He unleashed the "Circle Sword Formation", his figure moving as fast as a ghost, the long sword in his hand changing unpredictably, constantly forming sword circles, each sword circle carrying a deadly threat. Wherever he went, the enemies avoided him, as if facing the scythe of the god of death, their eyes widened in horror.

"Where did this guy come from? How come he is so powerful!" A monk shouted in horror, with a trembling in his voice.

His joining successfully attracted part of the enemy's firepower, sharing the pressure for Jiaolong and allowing Jiaolong to catch his breath for a while.

With Xue Tianhan's fierce fighting, the battle situation gradually stabilized.

Some weaker cultivators saw that the situation was not good. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they were also afraid of the combination of Xue Tianhan and Jiaolong. After hesitating for a long time, they could only leave in hatred.

As they left, they kept cursing, and the vicious curses echoed in the air for a long time, as if venting their inner resentment and unwillingness.

"Hmph, you're lucky today, kid! But we'll remember this grudge!" A monk with a face full of flesh glared at Xue Tianhan fiercely and said with gritted teeth.

At this time, the dragon's huge head slowly turned towards Xue Tianhan. The fierce light in its eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of doubt and confusion, as if it saw a familiar but vague shadow on Xue Tianhan. It tried hard to search deep in its memory but found nothing, and its eyes were full of confusion.

Xue Tianhan was caught off guard by the dragon's sudden action. He gripped the sword tightly, his palms full of sweat, and stared at the dragon vigilantly. His heart was beating violently, and sweat slid down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he didn't dare to slack off at all, for fear that a greater crisis was hidden under this moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, the dragon opened its huge mouth, a soft light flashed, and an ancient and incomplete fairy weapon slowly floated towards Xue Tianhan.

Xue Tianhan widened his eyes, shock and confusion intertwined in his eyes. This sudden change made him stand there in a daze, as if he was in a dream, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

"Why... did you give me this magic weapon?" Xue Tianhan couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes full of exploration and confusion. He stared at the dragon's eyes, trying to find a clue from them.

The dragon let out a low roar, and the sound seemed to travel through the tunnel of time and space, carrying indescribable emotions, trying to convey its inner message.

Xue Tianhan's heart suddenly moved. He felt a familiar aura from the dragon. The aura was like an invisible thread, pulling at a string deep in his heart, making him feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if he had an inextricable connection with the dragon, but he could not remember it clearly.

"Could it be... that there's an unknown connection between us?" Xue Tianhan muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as he fell into deep thought. He searched the ocean of his memories, trying to piece together the fragments related to the dragon, but his mind was a blur, and he found nothing.

When the monks who had not left saw Jiaolong give the magic weapon to Xue Tianhan, they were instantly consumed by jealousy and anger.

"Boy, hand over the magic weapon!" A cultivator shouted at the top of his lungs, enduring the pain. His voice was hoarse and crazy, and his eyes flashed with a desperate and crazy light, as if he would die with Xue Tianhan if he didn't hand over the magic weapon.

Xue Tian glanced at them coldly, his eyes as cold as ice, and said firmly and coldly: "Come and get it if you have the ability!"

After saying this, he quickly pocketed the incomplete immortal weapon, held his sword horizontally, and adopted a defensive stance, ready to face the snatch of these greedy people. His eyes were like cold stars, firm and resolute, with no intention of retreating.

Although those cultivators were unwilling, when they saw Xue Tianhan's fearless eyes and still powerful strength, and were afraid of the possible counterattack of the dragon, they hesitated for a long time and could only leave in hatred.

Xue Tianhan watched them depart and breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart. He looked back at Jiaolong, his eyes filled with gratitude and confusion, and said sincerely, "No matter what, thank you for your gift today. If the opportunity arises in the future, I will do my best to explore the origins of our relationship."

The dragon seemed to understand his words and gently swung its tail as if in response to his promise. Then it slowly sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared into the deep darkness.

Its departing figure revealed a hint of loneliness and mystery, as if it was carrying an unknown secret and retreating under this mysterious lake.

With a heart full of doubts and this unexpectedly obtained incomplete magic weapon, Xue Tianhan once again embarked on an adventure to the Wangchuan Wonderland, which was full of unknowns and dangers.