Since entering the Red Dragon Mountain Range, Luo Feng has constantly used soul power to sense the surrounding environment. At this moment, he feels the presence of many people in the valley ahead, a total of dozens!

In such a treacherous place as the Red Dragon Mountain Range, it’s rare to see people, yet a large number of people have suddenly appeared. Luo Feng becomes curious and cautiously approaches the direction of the valley.

Passing through a cliff full of strange towering rocks, Luo Feng arrives at a spot beside the valley.

Whoosh!

Avoiding a few hidden presences, Luo Feng spots a large boulder, quickly flashes behind it, and peers into the valley.

The valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides with a massive flat area in the middle, resembling a horseshoe. In the center, tents are set up, and at the mouth of the valley, there are plenty of martial artists gathered, numbering no less than thirty or forty people.

Gazing at these martial artists, Luo Feng furrows his brow.

Their weapons are varied and their attire differs. Judging from their aura, they are all martial artists from the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Most are from the fifth to seventh level, nearly thirty people. There are five or six at the eighth level, and two at the ninth level, with strong presences.

What catches Luo Feng’s attention is the embroidery at the cuffs of these people’s clothes.

The embroidery is of blue water clouds, resembling a rolling blue angry wave, which is clearly the royal mark of the Canglan Dynasty!

"Water Cloud Embroidery, these people are royal martial artists of the Canglan Dynasty. What are they doing here?"

Luo Feng’s eyes flicker slightly, cautiously restraining his aura, and releasing soul power to listen to the conversations inside the valley.

"Elder Yang, are we really heading to Fire Scale Mountain?"

Inside the valley, a young swordsman asks an elderly man ahead with hair and beard all white.

The elder is one of the two ninth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists Luo Feng sensed. He glances at everyone and nods, "Yes, we are indeed going to Fire Scale Mountain."

Some people show astonishment on their faces, many have heard of the notorious Fire Scale Mountain, which is home to countless venomous demon beasts. It’s said that the entire mountain range is shrouded in toxic clouds. If a martial artist gets in contact with even the slightest bit without timely antidote spirit pills, they will quickly become poisoned to death, Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists included.

The young martial artist who asked earlier speaks again, "Could the rumors be true that Elder Ji discovered a demon python transforming into a dragon at Fire Scale Mountain?"

"A demon python transforming into a dragon! Why haven’t I heard of this?"

"Could this be related to Elder Ji’s serious injury this time?"

Upon hearing about the demon python transforming into a dragon, many people show shock on their faces, engaging in discussions.

Through soul power perception, Luo Feng hears everyone’s words clearly, feeling shocked. Rumor has it that all snake-type demon beasts have ancient divine dragon bloodlines. If the divine dragon bloodline is concentrated enough, the demon python could potentially change its bloodline to transform into a dragon.

Although a dragon isn’t a divine dragon, it isn’t just a demon python either. It’s something in between, with the power to overturn rivers and seas, immensely powerful.

Recalling the previous mentions of thunderstorm scenarios by some martial artists, Luo Feng now believes about seventy to eighty percent in the matter of the demon python transforming into a dragon.

At this moment, the white-haired elder speaks.

"Indeed, this time we are heading to Fire Scale Mountain for a Single Horned Red Cloud Python beginning its transformation into a dragon. A few days ago, Elder Ji and Elder Gu passed by Fire Scale Mountain and happened to see this Single Horned Red Cloud Python undergoing a tribulation to transform into a dragon."

One person says, "Elder Yang, could Elder Ji’s serious injury be related to this?"

The white-haired elder nods, expressionless, and says, "The two engaged with the Single Horned Red Cloud Python, unfortunately, Elder Gu met his demise, and only Elder Ji returned to Azure Sky City."

"Elder Gu is dead!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding martial artists’ faces change dramatically.

The Crown Prince commands a total of five Elders. Among these five, four are at the ninth-level Spiritual Rotation Realm, and one is a True Yuan Realm martial artist, who is Elder Gu.

Upon hearing the news of Elder Gu’s death, everyone’s faces turn grim. If a True Yuan Realm expert like Elder Gu fell at Fire Scale Mountain, going there to find the Single Horned Red Cloud Python is almost akin to suicide.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Beside the white-haired elder, a middle-aged man with a face like black charcoal snorts coldly, "You can rest assured that no matter how formidable the Single Horned Red Cloud Python is, Elder Yang and I will be at the forefront. What are you scared of!"

Everyone is exposed in their thoughts and shows embarrassment.

The white-haired elder presses his right hand down vaguely, and all sounds immediately quiet down, "Don’t worry. Although Elder Gu unfortunately perished, he didn’t die in vain. Elder Ji said, that the Single Horned Red Cloud Python is seriously injured now, just at a weak moment with its power reduced to two or three-tenths. Elder Lin and I can handle it. The main reason for recruiting you here is to clear out ordinary demon beasts along the way."

Upon hearing the white-haired elder speak this way, everyone sighs in relief.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps arises, and everyone looks towards the depths of the valley.

"Crown Prince."

Crown Prince!

Hiding behind the boulder, Luo Feng raises his eyebrows and follows the crowd’s gaze towards the inside of the valley.

There, a figure is approaching.

The young man is eighteen or nineteen years old, with long eyebrows and small eyes, a somewhat sickly pale complexion, wearing a gold-edged raging wave robe, a jeweled sword hanging from his waist, studded with various gems, exuding an aura of wealth and nobility.

Seeing this person, Luo Feng’s pupils shrink.

The young man is none other than the current Crown Prince of the Canglan Dynasty who has repeatedly attempted to take his life!

"Elder Yang, is everyone here?"

The Crown Prince asks as he approaches.

The white-haired elder surveys the crowd and replies, "Only Tu Shan has yet to arrive."

"Tu Shan..."

The Crown Prince frowns slightly, looking quite displeased, "It’s been so many days since I sent out the Spirit Mirror. Why hasn’t he arrived yet?"

The white-haired elder responds respectfully, "Crown Prince, you tasked him with hunting down Luo Feng. Ten days ago, he sent a Spirit Mirror saying he had tracked down Luo Feng’s whereabouts, and should be in pursuit right now. Once he’s done, he should be on his way."

"That seems about right."

The Crown Prince ponders, his expression gradually turning cold, then smiles grimly, "That Luo Feng, thwarted my plans multiple times, dying so easily would be letting him off too lightly. Oh well, since Tu Shan has something to handle, we won’t wait for him."

Turning his gaze, the Crown Prince looks at the white-haired elder and the dark-faced man, "Elder Yang, Elder Lin, you two combined can handle the Single Horned Red Cloud Python, right?"

"Rest assured, Crown Prince. There’s no need for anyone else to take action. I alone can chop up that snake."

The dark-faced man taps the jeweled knife on his waist, eyes gleaming coldly, smiles sinisterly.

"Then I’ll leave it to Elder Lin."

The Crown Prince nods in satisfaction, then clenches his fist, fuming:

"Those in court supporting the second prince simply believe his cultivation talent is above mine. This time, if I can obtain the demon core of the Single Horned Red Cloud Python, my cultivation will surely surpass the second prince in a short time. Then, what more will they have to say!"