Feng Shui Bureau

A column of water rose into the sky, shattering the samsara disk at the head of the bridge. A green-scaled dragon's head poked out from the whirlpool, its eyes filled with ferocity - it was none other than the Jinghe Dragon Prince. The dragon's body he stretched out of the water was three feet long, with blue-grey scales glowing with cold light. He opened his huge mouth, and the ice soul water turned into a huge wave and hit the Naihe Bridge. The smelly river water overflowed the bridge, the bluestones froze, my ankles were so cold that I lost consciousness, and Po Meng's soup bowl was frozen into lumps of ice. I yelled angrily and kicked off the stone slab, using the recoil to jump into the air. I waved three red dragon talismans with the Cangling Pen. The fire dragon roared and hit the Xuanbing Waterfall. The loud noise of the collision of ice and fire shook the Naihe Bridge. The Dragon Prince's dragon tail swept across my body, and my back was torn open with three blood marks that were deep enough to show the bone. The pain in my soul was unbearable. He roared and swung his dragon claws, the cold air was biting, and the soul-fixing talisman I threw was frozen to pieces before it got close to him. I knew very well that his cultivation far exceeded that of me, who was a remnant soul and only had three powers left, but I had no fear. Taking advantage of the strong wind from the dragon's claws, I jumped up, grabbed the dragon's neck scales and climbed onto the dragon's body. The cold and poisonous dragon scales corroded my soul, but I still held on to the Cang Ling Pen and refused to let go. In the chaos, the book of life and death slipped, and the pages were wet with water mist. I took out the last amulet on my body...