Master once said that one should not use the blood of living beings to track someone. This dragon scale seems to have a similar effect to the blood of living beings.
"Of course."
Chongming felt gratified in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
"This thing can only be used once. Do you have the confidence?"
Only once?
What if they couldn't find Uncle Nanfeng in one try?
Yaohua immediately hesitated.
"Master, why don't you do it?"
"If you remember the spell I cast that day, you should have the confidence." Chongming's tone turned strict, and his gaze became solemn. "One day, Master won't be by your side. If you encounter such a situation, will you just give up?"
Of course not.
At this moment, Yaohua saw a bit of the aura of a great god from her master.
Master never seemed to show such an expression in front of her.
But this awe - inspiring master was so handsome!
Yaohua's heart suddenly raced. She suppressed the excitement in her heart. "In that case, I'll give it a try."
She imitated the way her master did before, infused spiritual power, and slowly calculated with her fingers.
Cangyan Mountain was so vast. Where could Uncle Nanfeng be?
Her slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and her bright and burning gaze said, "I've calculated it!"
Chongming didn't say a word, but his eyes signaled her to lead the way.
Yaohua pinched the incantation with her fingers, and the phoenix fire rose from under their feet. In an instant, they landed in front of a cave.
"Master, I've divined that Uncle Nanfeng is inside this cave."
The energy contained in the dragon scale was limited, and the range it could divine was only about this wide. For Yaohua to be able to divine to this extent after only seeing it once was truly remarkable.
While Chongming was gratified, he felt a bit depressed in his heart.
Sometimes, being too talented wasn't always a good thing.
"Master?"
Yaohua had just taken a step inside when she noticed that her master wasn't moving behind her.
Did she make a mistake in her divination?
Yaohua felt uneasy. "Master, isn't Uncle Nanfeng inside?"
Chongming came back to his senses and gave a reassuring smile. "He's indeed inside. Let's go."
The sound of dripping water rang out, and Yaohua stopped in her tracks.
After entering the cave, they first passed through a dark path, and then went down two steps before they heard this sound of water.
Now there were three paths in front of them.
Uncle Nanfeng was a dragon. He would be able to exert his spiritual power to a greater extent when staying in a place with water.
If he was seriously injured...
Yaohua tried to distinguish the direction of the sound of water, and then chose the middle path.
The orange - red light of the phoenix fire illuminated the path ahead.
The moss on the ground seemed to have been rubbed by something, leaving dark marks on it. The further they walked, the stronger the smell of blood Yaohua could smell.
This smell of blood gradually turned into a hand that suddenly grabbed her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Uncle Nanfeng... he won't be in any trouble, will he?"
When asking this question, Yaohua became even less confident because she saw a large pool of blood beside her feet. The color was a bit old, but it was obviously fresh.
She suddenly felt that the hand grabbing her heart tightened, and she gasped twice.
"This is all the blood of the demons." Chongming glanced at it and frowned. "This blood..."
"What's wrong with this blood?"
Yaohua felt even more uncomfortable. The phoenix fire in her palm flickered and swayed back and forth.
"I'm not sure." Chongming shook his head. Suddenly, he reached out to support her, his brows knitted. "What's wrong with you?"
"I, I don't know." Yaohua covered her chest. She not only had difficulty breathing but also felt hot all over. "Master, am I poisoned?"
Chongming supported her, and his fingers trembled a bit. This was the after - effect after Yaohua spat blood and fainted in his arms last time. He couldn't bear to see Yaohua look so uncomfortable again.
Spiritual power was slowly infused into Yaohua's body. It only took half a moment for Chongming to go from solemn to relaxed. "You're not poisoned."
His gaze fell on the pool of blood again, and his steady hand began to tremble violently.
Was she really not poisoned?
Then why was Master trembling so much?
But Master was a great god, and he wouldn't lie.
Yaohua stroked her chest and slowly stood up. "Master, let's keep going."
Since she wasn't poisoned, there was nothing to worry about. The sooner they found Uncle Nanfeng, the better they could figure out how to collect more fertilizer.
Chongming struggled to hold his trembling hand. His expression was as calm as usual. He gave a soft grunt to Yaohua, but his heart was in turmoil.
The blood of the demons was nothing strange, and it had no effect on the phoenix.
But if it was the blood of the Heavenly Demon, when it came into contact with the extremely pure and immature phoenix bloodline...
If it was really the blood of the Heavenly Demon, why would it appear here?
Had the life - force light of the phoenix ancestor failed to suppress them?
Chongming's gaze unconsciously fell on Yaohua.
He knew that the little phoenix was extremely talented, even more so than her father and brother. But if she had such a strong reaction to the blood of the Heavenly Demon...
All these were too cruel for a twelve - year - old child.
Chongming closed his eyes and didn't want to think anymore.
"Master, look. Is this the clue left by Uncle Nanfeng?"
The excited voice interrupted Chongming's train of thought. He looked down and saw half a broken scale in Yaohua's palm, being presented in front of him.
"It's indeed Nanfeng's thing."
"Then it seems that Uncle Nanfeng is just ahead."
Just thinking that she could find Uncle Nanfeng soon, the uncomfortable feeling dissipated a lot, and her steps became much quicker.
On the contrary, Chongming, who was preoccupied, walked more slowly.
Once the suspicion arose, he began to pay attention to the bloodstains around him. He even collected a part of it with a glass bottle, planning to go back and check it.
Walking along the path, the sound of dripping water gradually turned into the sound of flowing water. Soon, the master and disciple saw a watermark winding down from the cave wall.
"Why is it up there!"
She had followed the sound all the way, but what she saw was not Uncle Nanfeng but a thick wall.
A bold idea suddenly popped into Yaohua's mind. "Master, why don't we blast this wall down!"
Why didn't she hear Master's response?
Yaohua looked back and saw that Master was in a daze looking at a glass bottle in his hand.
She also had a similar glass bottle.
It was a bottle that Master used to hold clouds several years ago.
Did Master put something in it again?
"Master, what are you doing?"
Yaohua curiously leaned over. As soon as she got close, her heart contracted violently. Then her face turned pale, and she lost all her strength.
"Mas...ter..."
Her vision went dark, and Yaohua subconsciously grabbed something and held it tightly.
Noticing Yaohua's abnormality, Chongming immediately put away the bottle.
The boulder that had been blocking her breathing was suddenly removed. Fresh air rushed into her lungs, and Yaohua took a deep breath.