CHAPTER 476: CHAPTER 98

After seven days, Wufu finally stopped its claws. Chen Jiuge had successfully obtained nearly ten thousand Dragon Blood Gemstones.

Without exaggeration, with these resources, Chen Jiuge could directly cultivate over thirty Cultivators whose Physical Body Cultivation had reached the True Immortal level.

Wufu gnawed on a roasted snake, its small eyes squinted in delight. SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK. These spicy strips are delicious!

The red Spiritual Snake was one of the most precious Spiritual Beasts in Chen Jiuge’s treehouse. Had Wufu not made such a significant contribution this time, Chen Jiuge would definitely not have allowed it to eat this. This was a Spiritual Beast of the Divine Storage Realm, and one that could continue to mutate!

"Forget it, forget it. I’m not some wicked capitalist," Chen Jiuge muttered, his heart aching a little.

I still need to spend some time stabilizing my Cultivation. I can’t let Jiang Ming see through it; I really don’t want to fight him to the death.

The Chaos Pearl was a supreme treasure of the True Realm. Its primary ability was to enhance Spiritual Beast Bloodline. So far, the only additional ability it had activated was to conceal one’s aura. As long as Chen Jiuge adapted to the changes in his body’s Cultivation, Jiang Ming, a mere True Immortal, wouldn’t be able to see through him.

「Days later」

Jiang Ming looked at the disheveled Chen Jiuge and asked indifferently, "Brother Chen, have you found anything?"

Chen Jiuge, annoyed, threw out two stones and said, "This Secret Realm really is as poor as dirt, nothing but broken stones."

After his Divine Sense quickly swept over the stones on the ground, Jiang Ming chuckled and said, "I told you, this place has been stripped clean by my Jiang Family."

"Ah, I was overthinking it," Chen Jiuge said with a gloomy expression.

"Then, Brother Chen, why don’t you whip up something delicious? I’m sick of eating that Spiritual Rabbit."

「City Lord Mansion」

The garden, once resembling an Immortal’s abode, was now in ruins, with dried bloodstains on the ground.

A series of heavy sounds came from the largest bedroom, followed by a low roar that gradually faded.

EEEK.

Qingming Ye, once robust-looking, now resembled a consumptive ghost. His eyes were hollowed, his cheeks clung to his skull, and bones protruded from his upper body as he staggered out of the room.

His withered hands lightly patted the two guards at the door, and red essence blood spurted from them.

HISS HISS HISS.

With a fierce inhalation, Qingming Ye completely absorbed the essence blood, his body recovering considerably.

A pink mist emerged from Qingming Ye’s shoulder, a vague figure visible within. "Hehehe, this certainly isn’t a secret technique of my lineage. Use it too much, and your Cultivation will become mottled," the figure said.

"It’s because you absorbed far too much," Qingming Ye said, a trace of fear on his face. This woman is terrifying! If I’d spent another quarter of an hour with her, I’m afraid I would have been sucked dry!

"What’s there to fear? You’re a Prince, after all. Just find some more young girls, and that’ll take care of it," the woman said with a sly smile.

"Speaking seriously, is there really a Dragon in Jiangshui City?" Qingming Ye asked, remembering his original purpose.

The woman’s figure gradually became clear as she floated in front of Qingming Ye. "Of course," she said. "The Jiang Family is no ordinary clan. This place is just a collateral branch—no, the ones you killed were from a collateral branch of a collateral branch."

The Jiang Family has such a significant background? Then why didn’t any helpers appear when my ancestors exterminated them back then? Qingming Ye still found it hard to believe.

"You don’t understand. Let’s not talk about this. Anyway, the Jiang Family won’t affect us. The key now is to find that Dragon." The woman’s eyes brimmed with a peachy lust.

"How do we find it? I’ve Soul Searched all those Jiang Family members and scoured their memories, but there’s no clue," Qingming Ye complained.

"Hehe," the woman said. "A collateral branch of a collateral branch, how could they possibly know?"

"According to the clues from back then, that True Dragon is still in Jiangshui City after its transformation. The Jiang Family helped it transform, and in return, it ensures the Jiang Family Bloodline continues unbroken," the woman mused.

"Is that so?" Qingming Ye said thoughtfully. "Does that mean if we find Jiang Ming, the True Dragon will intervene?"

"It should be so."

"Then it’s easy. Chen Dao, Chen Dao!" Qingming Ye shouted loudly.

Chen Dao, clad in iron armor, quickly appeared before Qingming Ye and knelt on one knee, asking, "What are Your Highness’s orders?"

Qingming Ye asked, "Have you found Jiang Ming?"

"Based on my deductions, Jiang Ming should be hiding in Dragon Lake. However, we lack the Jiang Family Bloodline and cannot open that Secret Realm," Chen Dao stated coldly.

"The Jiang Family Bloodline?" Qingming Ye frowned. "Are they all dead?"

The previous siege on the Jiang Family was a bit too ruthless, leaving few survivors. After the torture and Soul Search, not many were left standing.

Chen Dao hesitated before saying, "There is still one, but his Divine Soul has been gravely damaged, and he has now become an idiot. He wouldn’t be able to perform the Spell required for that Secret Realm."

"Give him the Fallen God Elixir to ingest," Qingming Ye said, somewhat pained.

"Yes."

After Chen Dao left, Qingming Ye’s mouth twitched. "I hope that True Dragon can compensate for my losses."

The woman giggled. "That’s a True Dragon of at least the Golden Immortal level. Back then, the three of us expended countless efforts to seriously wound it, even managing to disperse its Divine Soul."

"Never mind compensating for your losses; if you slay it, you might even have a chance to reach the Golden Immortal realm."

"Let’s hope so."

Meanwhile, Chen Dao had dragged a youth with a cockeyed, crooked mouth from the Heavenly Prison. Chen Dao emotionlessly fed him the Fallen God Elixir.

Shortly after, the youth got up on his own. Were it not for his overly vacant eyes, no one would have suspected he was any different from a normal person.

DING DING DING.

The clear sound of a bell chimed. Chen Dao, controlling the youth, arrived at Dragon Lake. Observing the sparse and panicked herd of beasts, Chen Dao suddenly revealed a cruel smile, his overly pale hand slowly opening.