Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Watching the dragon, like a turtle trapped in a jar, constantly darting in and out of the Big Dipper formation, hissing, clawing, and whipping its tail, Cheng Yaojin kept trying out his three axes.

Ignoring the dragon's emotional fluctuations, Chen Fusheng stared at the Seven Star Formation, adjusting its position from time to time. After a hundred years of experimentation, his success rate in setting up the Seven Star Formation had reached 70%, but it was not 100% after all. This was his first real battle, so summarizing the experience was the right thing to do. Moreover, he had a free test subject, who was thick-skinned and comparable to Zhu Wuneng.

Zhu Wuneng looked at the star-studded Big Dipper formation and couldn't help but shudder. He glanced at the dragon with pity. As the previous test subject who had been tricked into entering the formation by Chen Fusheng, he knew the power of the Big Dipper formation well. Even with his Xuanxian realm cultivation, he couldn't escape the formation's encirclement without using his divine eye, let alone this little mudfish. He should think about whether to steam it or braise it, but he preferred to roast it.

The man and the pig stared intently at the dragon, their eyes unblinking, working so diligently!

"Who exactly is holding you captive, Grandpa Long? Release him now, and I might spare your life."

……

Half an hour later

"I am the son of the Third Elder of the Dragon Clan, and the child of the Fifth Concubine of Lord Ao Jin. Otherwise, if I had just casually mentioned it to the Third Elder, you would surely have died without a burial place. Now that you have released me, at least you can still have a whole corpse," the dragon said arrogantly.

Chen Fusheng and Zhu Wuneng exchanged a glance, their eyes communicating rapidly.

"Have the descendants of the dragons become this arrogant?"

"This must be an exception!"

"Oh my, that scared me."

They exchanged a glance, then glared fiercely at the dragon, "Take him down."

The dragon was still chattering away when Chen Fusheng adjusted his technique again, pointing a finger at the Seven Swords and saying "Twist." Starlight enveloped the Qingfeng Sword, and with his command, it swiftly thrust inward, streaks of starlight transforming into sword shadows that attacked the lesser demons and the dragon.

Under the sword shadows of low-grade spiritual treasures, the lesser demons had no ability to resist and were soon minced into meat. Only the dragon, relying on its celestial cultivation and physical body, kept resisting.

As time passed, the healing on the dragon's skin could not keep up with the cracks in the wounds, and drops of golden-red blood fell into the Seven Star Array. At this moment, the dragon also realized that something was wrong; it could no longer absorb spiritual energy.

Zhu Wu could see the dragon's expression change, and sighed, "Is its reaction too slow? Is it because of its large size?"

Turning to look at Chen Fusheng, he felt a mixture of admiration and envy. Although he was a primordial being with an infinite lifespan, he envied Chen Fusheng. Although he was a post-natal being, once he became a Golden Immortal, the gap between him and a primordial being was not so great.

Moreover, not only do naturally born beings grow slowly, but their basic paths are already restricted, leaving them only able to follow the will of heaven and earth and rush forward. Humans, on the other hand, are born into a bad family, have short lifespans, and are particularly vulnerable in the early stages, but they have infinite possibilities.

This is perfectly exemplified in Chen Fusheng. He has cultivated for no more than three hundred years and is now at the True Immortal realm, or the Profound Immortal realm, roughly on par with me. After a hundred years of seclusion, his mental cultivation has improved by more than one level since I first met him, and his weapon-refining skills are even more remarkable. He has been in the demon race for a thousand years, and only a few Golden Immortals might have slightly better weapon-refining skills than him. Now he has even mastered the basics of array formations.

As a contracted spirit beast, Zhu Wuneng is under a lot of pressure. Despite his daily eating and drinking, he sees Chen Fusheng growing stronger and stronger. Although he has Chen Fusheng's support, his cultivation level is still increasing at a rate of only a few tenths of a percent. What can he do?

"You mean... why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Fusheng asked Zhu Wuneng, looking at him strangely.

"Oh, I wasn't looking at anything. What did you just say?"

"I'm saying, don't you think this is a bit of a waste? I've already completed the experiments, and after all, killing someone is just a matter of beheading. Why don't we give him a quick death?"

Zhu Wu looked up and saw that the dragon was covered in blood. To his dismay, there was a magical treasure at the bottom of the Seven Star Formation, which was Chen Fusheng's gourd magic weapon. The dragon's blood had all gone into the gourd without being wasted.

“I’m not worried about wasting his time, but I feel sorry for him,” Zhu Wuneng said earnestly.

"what?"

Chen Fusheng was focused on multitasking, operating the Seven Star Array and the gourd.

"It's a pity that he's not in the right mind, and he's even run into an enemy like you."

“Right? You also agree that we should just give him a sword strike, since this dragon skin is too... well, it's not good. You help me operate the gourd, and I'll go help him,” Chen Fusheng said righteously.

Zhu Wu was convinced and took the gourd. He glanced at Chen Fusheng, thinking that if the other party was the master and he was the servant, the levels would be different.

Chen Fusheng made a few hand seals on the Seven Star Sword, pointed at the dragon and "stabbed". The seven Qingfeng Swords strung together to form a dragon and passed through the dragon's mouth. With a "boom", the dragon fell to the ground.

Chen Fusheng quickly slipped out, walked to the Seven Star Formation, put away the Qingfeng Sword. After being baptized by the dragon's blood, the Qingfeng Sword appeared even more unadorned. He quickly put it away, took the gourd, drained the dragon's blood, then froze the dragon's body with the water from the cold pool. He then set the battlefield ablaze with the Frost Flame, killed the dragon, set it ablaze, and left the spot, quickly departing with Zhu Wuneng.

……

"Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle Daolin, something terrible has happened..."

Dao Lin frowned, looking at Feng Jiu in the distance. His heart sank, and he quickly went to meet her. "What's wrong? Don't panic, tell me slowly."

Feng Jiu took a breath and quickly said, "Junior Uncle is missing."

"What did you say?"

“Uncle Daofu is missing. We were together a few years ago. Later, I kept killing ahead, and Uncle Daofu probably didn’t like killing, so he stayed behind me. A few days ago, we encountered a real dragon, and I was injured. I ran out of healing medicine, and I wanted to ask Uncle Daofu for some medicine. He took me back, but I didn’t see him at all. There was no response from my telepathic communication. Uncle Daofu, do you think it might be…” Feng Jiu said to Dao Lin with a sob in her voice.

"Impossible, no matter who dies, that brat won't die," Dao Lin fiercely suppressed this thought, slightly controlling his emotions. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he hurriedly took out a round plate from his savings bag. The plate was smooth and clean, looking like a mirror.

Dao Lin's magical power surged rapidly, and the surface of the board produced ripples due to the large amount of magical power, which spread outward from the center. Feng Jiu did not understand why, but knew that this moment was very important. Dao Lin himself watched the board nervously. After a while, the ripples finally stopped, and a red dot the size of a chess piece flashed in the center of the board, blinking like a heartbeat.

Dao Lin breathed a long sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. He muttered, "That brat, he's such a worry."

"Uncle-Master, have you found Junior Uncle?" Seeing Dao Lin's expression, Feng Jiu asked anxiously. He couldn't understand why Dao Lin was so surprised. Only after hearing a positive answer could he put his mind at ease.

"He's fine. I just checked him using the communicator he gave me. He's perfectly healthy. And you, always so easily startled. Even though you've become an immortal, you're still so unsteady. Don't go out any more recently. Go into seclusion and reflect on your actions. Here are a few bottles of healing medicine. Take them first. Next time, be prepared in advance, understand?" Dao Lin lectured in the tone of a senior master.

Feng Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Chen Fusheng was alright. Listening to Dao Lin's words, she obediently nodded in agreement, secretly retorting in her heart, "As if you're any better than me?"

Dao Lin nodded at Feng Jiu with satisfaction. At least his attitude was good and he cared about Xiao Jiu. It's just that his personality was a bit too impatient. With some polishing, he could improve.

Seeing that Dao Lin's attitude was quite good, Feng Jiu glanced at the disc and asked curiously, "Uncle-Master, did Junior Uncle-Master refine this?"

"Hmm, it's a pretty good spiritual treasure, a low-grade spiritual treasure. As long as a drop of blood is left inside, it can check the vital signs of the person who left the blood, whether they are dead or not. It's just that the name is a bit strange, 'Communication Device,' which has no Daoist connotation at all, don't you think?"

Dao Lin said with a hint of pride, showing none of the disdain he had shown when he received it from Chen Fusheng. He had been complaining about this and that, regarding the communicator as nothing more than a useless piece of junk.

Feng Jiu understood and nodded in agreement, as if to say, "You're so great, you're the boss, whatever you say goes."

However, what the two did not expect was that Chen Fusheng was indeed in a bad situation at this time. He was on the run for his life. Speaking of this, Chen Fusheng wished he could sew Zhu Wuneng's mouth shut. A jinx can bring harm to others, and a glutton can bring harm to himself!