Dragon Tamer C.410 - 412: This is Called Wisdom

Chapter 410: Chapter 412: This is Called Wisdom

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Standing at the mouth of the waterfall, Zhu Minglang extended his left palm, accumulating his spiritual power at the center of his palm, and began to extract the lost soul of the Holy Spirit with over twenty thousand years of cultivation base, bit by bit.

Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing!

These 25,000-year-old soul beads were simply too tempting, Zhu Minglang’s excited little hands were even trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon spread its wings, erecting those blood-sucking feather scales.

While Zhu Minglang was engaged in Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing, the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon sucked away all the Holy Spirit Blood of the Absolute Sea Hawk Emperor!

For the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, blood over ten thousand years old was satisfying enough for its palate, let alone over twenty thousand years—it was a gluttonous feast. It so delighted in drinking blood, its long tail moved joyfully, indulging in it as if intoxicated.

The dragon’s blood-sucking feather scales were changing, becoming obviously different, turning from dappled and dazzling to a resplendent, dazzling color. From a distance, it looked like countless dark jade crystals hanging from a cave ceiling, a feast for the eyes that was also a pleasure to behold!

After Zhu Minglang finished the Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing, the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon also indulged in a satisfying feast.

“What did I say, as long as you show your strength, it definitely won’t use its full force against you, and it might even turn and flee,” Zhu Minglang said to the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon nodded vigorously.

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Of course, most of the credit goes to my own Dragon King’s exquisite acting skills!

“I can know what you think in your heart; this is called wisdom,” Zhu Minglang said, a bit irritably.

“Hmph~~~~” the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon expressed that it hadn’t intended to hide its true inner thoughts anyway.

“Although you are not stupid, humans possess much wisdom that has been passed down, like military strategy, tactics, psychological warfare, and so on—there is still a lot for you to learn. You are not invincible with just the Dragon King’s Cultivation Base At your disposal. Look at the Absolute Sea Hawk Emperor, it clearly can’t beat you, but it managed to fight you evenly,” Zhu Minglang started to preach.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon let out a satisfied belch and simply pretended not to hear, ignoring Zhu Minglang indifferently.

“I always feel like there’s something very important, but I can’t remember what it is at the moment,” Zhu Minglang muttered to himself.

“Hmph~” the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon lifted its head, facing a giant pine tree in the far-off valley.

“Han Wen, oh, why didn’t you remind me earlier!” Zhu Minglang slapped his forehead and quickly hopped onto the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s back, directing it towards the giant pine tree.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon looked annoyed.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of harvesting spoils of war—what right did you have to command me!

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Upon reaching the giant pine tree, Zhu Minglang saw a slender woman hanging from a branch.

She was in an unconscious state, with some wounds on her body and her clothes a bit tattered, looking like she had been escaping for some time on this Magic Island before being caught by the Absolute Sea Hawk Emperor in the end.

Fortunately, she was still breathing.

Zhu Minglang first gave her some water, then treated some of her wounds to prevent them from worsening.

He took out a string of Strung Grass Beads and hung them around Han Wen’s neck. With the fresh scent in her nose, Han Wen’s breathing gradually stabilized.

“Good thing the collegial envoy sent the Strung Grass Beads quickly, bringing me so many. Otherwise, I would have been left for dead here,” Zhu Minglang picked up Han Wen and placed her on the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s back.

It was good that she was not dead.

The Great Tutor Lin Zhao must have blessed Han Wen from heaven, allowing her to escape death under these circumstances.

Bringing Han Wen into the tree hollow, Zhu Minglang checked the number of Strung Grass Beads. There should be enough for two more days for two people. As for the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, if it were to maintain its combat strength, it would have to collect a sufficient number of wild grass beads.

Strangely enough, Zhu Minglang found that his need for Strung Grass Beads had decreased significantly these past days.

He didn’t even need Strung Grass Beads anymore, as long as he didn’t step into areas with dense decay and kept his breathing regular, he wouldn’t feel dizzy or disoriented.

Could it be that this exotic fragrance is not truly poisonous?

Is it just a matter of needing to adapt?

Otherwise, how do the other creatures on Magic Island survive?

“Regardless, it’s best to figure out a way to leave this place. I have no idea whether Yan Zhen has gone or not, but if he’s determined to silence me, I need to adapt to the fragrance here as much as possible.”

After starting a fire, Zhu Minglang processed the hawk meat and found that the taste of this more than twenty thousand years old Hawk Emperor Meat was quite good!

Very few people eat hawk meat; not only is it tough to chew, but it also tastes sour.

But what’s cultivated is cultivated. Despite being baptized by the Black Dragon Flame and ostensibly should have tasted burnt and unpleasant, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, feeling as though it had been meticulously prepared by a top chef!

Hawk Emperor’s Meat, delicious indeed, it’s a pity Big Black Tooth hasn’t broken out of its cocoon, or it would have enjoyed it immensely and grown stronger!

Zhu Minglang obtained quite a few treasures from the Absolute Sea Hawk Emperor.

The most valuable of them was the Hawk Emperor’s Soul Bead, at twenty-five thousand years old, it could easily sell for over a million gold.

Then there were the Hawk Emperor’s Golden Beak and claws, both tougher than the most refined metals and could be used to forge Holy Goods weapons. As a Casting Master, Zhu Minglang naturally knew their special properties.

It was a shame that the golden, splendid hawk feathers had turned black; these Hawk Emperor’s Feathers must be rare and expensive, too.

The rest were some hawk meat, hawk bones, and a Hawk Crown.

The bones and crown could probably sell for several hundred thousand gold, after all, they were parts of a twenty-thousand-year-old Holy Spirit, and intact parts of a Holy Spirit have a great market.

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Living inside a tree hollow, Zhu Minglang started trying to go without wearing the Strung Grass Beads.

If he could adapt, then there was no need to waste the beads; it was best to save them for the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon as the ultimate safety guarantee.

After a day or two, Zhu Minglang began to adjust his breathing.

When practicing the sword, breath control is very important.

Whether you exhale or inhale when you strike makes a big difference in power.

So, breath control was not a particularly difficult task for him.

After some deep meditation, Zhu Minglang realized that the exotic fragrance was indeed not a true poison; it simply numbed a person’s senses and organs through its scent, causing one to breathe in hard, but in reality, nothing was happening.

As long as he was aware of this, the impact of the exotic fragrance wasn’t as terrifying as he had imagined.

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Han Wen had been in a coma for two days and still hadn’t woken up.

Although Zhu Minglang had figured out how to overcome the exotic fragrance, he couldn’t teach her if Han Wen didn’t wake up.

Moreover, the internal organs also needed time to adapt; if this continued, Han Wen might truly die on the island.

“I need to find another way out. That’s right, it seemed that some of the water at the Fissure Waterfall was seeping underground.” Zhu Minglang recalled the valley where the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon fought the Absolute Sea Hawk Emperor.

There were cracks in the valley, and water gushed from below, forming a subterranean valley river.

Ultimately, all river water has to flow into the sea, so following the underground current beneath those cracks may lead directly into the ocean!

“Cough cough~!”

As he was pondering, a cough sounded.

Zhu Minglang turned his head and saw that Han Wen had woken up, but she was coughing quite severely.