Translated by Mianbao
Edited by RED
Heiya let go of the Blood-Drinking Fur Beast’s corpse and intentionally verified once more that the demon beast was dead. Only then did he go in the direction Zhu Minglang told him to fetch the wild boar.
Zhu Minglang extended his palm out and activated his spirit force.
Spirit force was like a magnet that could absorb and condense the souls of creatures that had just died. Zhu Minglang realized that when he used his spirit force to harvest the soul, it was like his eyes could see the ghost of the newly dead Blood-Drinking Fur Beast floating next to its corpse…
It was dark red, like a slowly fading shadow. Zhu Minglang began concentrating and trying to condense the dark red ghost here.
This process wasn’t too difficult, it mainly depended on the soul itself. On one hand, the soul couldn’t be damaged during battle, and on the other hand, the soul needed to have certain cultivation.
Becoming a Demon Spirit meant that it had cultivation, a qualitative difference between it and the wild beasts in the mountains.
The cultivation wasn’t only reflected in a strong, flexible, and swift body. To a greater extent, it was the soul that grew strong and extraordinary. The most obvious characteristic was that it knew how to use Demon Arts!
“Ah, this Blood-Drinking Fur Beast… I’m afraid I won’t be able to condense a good soul pearl from it,” Zhu Minglang murmured, feeling disappointed.
He didn’t know whether it was his unfamiliar technique, or that the Blood-Drinking Fur Beast was nothing worth mentioning. Zhu Minglang harvested a blood pearl, but it wasn’t as high quality as the Violent Catfish soul pearl Teacher Duanlan had gifted him previously.
“Although it’s a little low-quality, throwing it away is a pity. It won’t be easy to sell, either. Even a storage box is more expensive than the pearl itself. I’ll give it to Hong Hao later; treat it as payment for his information,” Zhu Minglang consoled himself.
After he was done harvesting the soul pearl, Zhu Minglang used a very simple wooden box to store it. In fact, this type of wooden box didn’t have any actual preservation effect. After a period of time, a portion of the soul pearl’s energy would be lost; the speed at which it dissipated was very fast.
Heiya dragged the wild boar’s corpse over. Although he was already starving, that fellow was very obedient and didn’t feast on it directly. Instead, he put the wild boar in front of Zhu Minglang seriously, looking as if he would let his master take the first bite of the good stuff.
“Go find some big stones to form a stone stove, then throw all the fallen fir trees in,” Zhu Minglang instructed him.
Heiya was very diligent. He immediately did as Zhu Minglang said, and he didn’t even need Zhu Minglang to help. The strong, gigantic figure went back and forth in the surrounding area, while Zhu Minglang started a fire and began skinning the wild boar.
Soon, an outdoors roasting stone stove was formed. Spared from the blood-letting process, Zhu Minglang got rid of the internal organs and began roasting the black boar…
No oil nor spices were needed. The boar’s fats contained fragrant lard. As the flames burned, the oil slowly seeped onto the meat, which had started turning golden yellow.
“Heiya, can you move your head over if you’re drooling? I thought it was raining!” Zhu Minglang stared at him, annoyed.
The big guy was so famished his eyes were about to emit light. Sticky saliva flowed out from the corners of his big mouth. Soon, his tongue licked them, swallowing back all his drool.
-Master hasn’t given the green light yet.
-I can’t eat yet.
-I need to control myself.-
Baiqi was perched on Zhu Minglang’s shoulder leisurely, looking at Heiya in confusion, while at the same time feeling proud.
No matter how crispy the skin was roasted to, or how juicy and fragrant the meat was, little Baiqi didnt’ have the slightest hint of interest in it, like pure fairies who only lived on dew.
“It’s ready. We’ll go find some demon spirits to test ourselves after eating,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Ouwuwu…” Heiya raised his head, letting out a long cry. His appearance made Zhu Minglang suspect Heiya had a hint of wolf’s blood in him for a moment.
With a bite, the plump thigh was devoured. Heiya’s face was covered with oil. Every time he licked the fat on his face away, he could feel a sense of bliss…
Before Heiya could devour everything, Zhu Minglang carved out a piece of meat from the boar’s neck and started reading while he ate.
He had many things to learn, especially if he wanted to become a qualified Dragon Tamer. He needed vast amounts of knowledge. In the past, Zhu Minglang only had little Baiqi at his side. The latter had always learned on his own with his exceptional talent, not needing Zhu Minglang to worry. However, Heiya was born from the grassroots. His postnatal efforts were much more important. Zhu Minglang needed to do a lot more planning.
“Yuu…” Little Baiqi seemed bored, looking listless as he lay sprawled on Zhu Minglang’s shoulder.
“You want to find an opponent too?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“Yiyi!” Baiqi’s little head immediately nodded.
When he thought of the Gilded Fire Dragon, Baiqi’s fighting spirit burned. However, some of his powers still lay dormant inside, like something was restricting it. Only by fighting could the shackles be broken!
Baiqi was looking forward to more fighting.
“Okay, we’ll go walk deeper in later,” Zhu Minglang assured him.
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The meal would be enough to last Heiya for days. The meat of a wild boar who would soon evolve into a demon spirit contained enormous amounts of energy. Even someone at Heiya’s size needed some time to digest all that. Unless it was meat with greater nutritional value, eating more was useless beyond filling his stomach.
As they continued deeper into the fir forest, old pine trees gradually took over the scenery. They were vigorous and upright, needing two people to hug a tree completely. It felt like the trees could turn into spirits. Otherwise, why did the branches look so terrifying, like they would jump and bite at people?!
Heiya didn’t know how to contain his aura, so most demons would avoid them. Moreover, the demon spirits that have lived for hundreds of years weren’t stupid wild beasts. They were very alert. No matter how big the pine trees were, or how many birds you had, finding their tracks was a difficult task.
Zhu Minglang learned from the prior experience of how difficult it was to find the wild boar.
Demon Spirits coveted the bodies of powerful creatures. Zhu Minglang purposefully had Heiya carry the Blood-Drinking Fur Beast’s corpse with them. They arrived at a spot where the aura of demons was thick, then used the Blood-Drinking Fur Beast’s corpse as bait to lure the powerful Demon Spirits out!
This method was very effective. They didn’t have to wait for long before a brown creature with bristles appeared deep in the pine forest. Its demon aura was very strong; the beast spirits nearby who wanted a share of the corpse were all scared away, lingering far away, maintaining a distance that gave them a sense of security.
“Is it a wild dragon?” Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.
The ferocious brown beast appeared similar to a boar, but its mane was full of spikes. It had three horns on its head, similar to a Triceratops of the Ancient Dragon species. Also, its whole body was covered in flesh armor. While it had short legs, the figure covered in natural armor appeared very domineering, giving off the feeling that some weaker Azure Dragons and Great Dragons would be crushed if they were charged at it!
“It shouldn’t be a real dragon, but a wild pseudodragon, with over five hundred years worth of beast spirit cultivation,” Zhu Minglang said to himself, somewhat surprised.
Five hundred years of cultivation didn’t mean that this creature had lived for five hundred years. There were many natural essences in the world that increased one’s cultivation. If wild beasts or demon spirits experienced such fortuitous encounters, their cultivation might increase dramatically by hundreds of years.
Not only that, they could also increase their cultivation rapidly by battling, killing, and devouring the corpses and souls of other demon spirits!
Few creatures in this world relied merely on cultivating for hundreds, if not a thousand years.
With the bloodline of Ancient Dragons, in addition to five hundred years worth of cultivation, the Bristlemane Hog Pseudodragon fished out by Zhu Minglang had probably run amuck in this pine forest for many years as the absolute overlord of this area!
“It should have strength at the Dragon Child rank.” Zhu Minglang was a little excited. Proper prey at last!
The forest was complex. All creatures, no matter how weak they were, had their own way of survival. Even the old demons in the deep mountains didn’t go around everywhere. The intelligent hunters had to learn the habits of their prey and lure them out!
“Ou!!!” The Black Mosasaurex grew excited, too.
That Blood-Drinking Fur Beast from before was too weak. Finally there was a worthy opponent for the Black Mosasaurex to display his full strength!
Peng, peng, peng!!
Charging heroically, the Black Mosasaurex was already in full combat mode…
However, a floating white figure was faster than him. A layer of frost formed on the surface of the surrounding old pine trees for some unknown reason, and all the sharp leaves grew snow-white velvet needles.
Spreading his wings, layered one on top of the other elegantly, the White Ice Morning Dragon struck before the Black Mosasaurex could!
He sprinkled countless layers of frost around, freezing this part of the forest. Then he raised a hurricane with silvery feather blades, turning those century-old pine trees into wooden splinters and scraping a layer off the surface of the earth!
At the start, the Bristlemane Hog Pseudodragon had no fear. However, when it saw the silvery feather hurricane whirling several dozen meters above the crown of the trees, it finally realized it definitely wasn’t facing off against some weak local demons.
It tried evading in a panic, but discovered its short limbs were stuck to the frost on the ground without it realizing. By the time it broke free from the ice on the ground after much difficulty, the silvery feather hurricane was already in front of it…
The pseudodragon was as heavy as a stone house, but was swept into the hurricane regardless. Those incredibly sharp icy silvery feathers stirred, slicing into it mercilessly. Its tough flesh armor was actually completely cut open!
Blood scattered in the silvery feather hurricane, causing it to bloom scarlet.
Boom!
The Bristlemane Hog Pseudodragon finally crashed to the ground after some time. When it fell, there was no longer much vitality left in it.
The Black Mosasaurex sprinted madly, and finally caught up to the Bristlemane Hog Pseudodragon, intending to have a satisfying fight with it. However, when he saw the Bristlemane Hog Pseudodragon had already died, his crocodile face immediately became confused.
Turning his head around, he looked deeply at the White Ice Morning Dragon, whose body had become much bigger while it was floating in the air. Heiya shifted his gaze to Zhu Minglang helplessly.
Even if it was on the verge of dying, he could act as a secondary attacker…