Hearing Fang Zheng's instructions, Jiang Tingting stood there in a daze for a moment before snapping back to her senses. Enduring the agonizing pain in both her body and Primordial Spirit, she struggled to restrain her rapidly surging power from leaking out.
She took out the divine source box and removed all the Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma she had stored away earlier.
The Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma, shaped like crimson-gold jade ruyi scepters, radiated an incomparably pure medicinal fragrance.
For a moment, the five Flood Dragons lying dazed on the table also turned their heads one after another. Staring at the jade-ruyi-like fungi, at what Fang Zheng called "food," they could not help swallowing.
Next, Fang Zheng had Jiang Tingting throw the Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma onto the ground, then placed several TNT blocks there and lit them.
In the world of Minecraft, resources could not be harvested normally in Creative Mode. Without directly using the Inventory, one of the few ways to obtain a block's drops was to use TNT explosions.
TNT explosions would destroy nearby objects and turn them into dropped item blocks, though the drop rate was not one hundred percent.
Fang Zheng had tried this method before on the Immortal Ascension Road, but the results had not been very good.
Those Law Phantoms and the like were far more resistant to explosions than Minecraft obsidian. Although Creative Mode allowed him to smash them directly regardless of durability, nothing else could so much as shake them, no matter how much TNT he used.
But this spiritual medicine called the Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma was different. Though it took thousands of years to grow and needed to absorb endless Yin baleful power, it was not particularly tough.
Even an ordinary child could bite into it and leave a gap.
Rustle, rustle, rustle... Boom!
With the explosion, dozens of tiny jade-ruyi item drops floated above the ground.
A brand-new plant appeared in the Inventory. Fang Zheng had acquired another new item.
Looking at the five Flood Dragons on the table, their mouths hanging open without a sound, he asked, "All right. This should work as food, right?"
Since the people of this world could not directly pick up dropped items, and a block body had no way to hand objects over, Chests had to be used to transfer them.
Fang Zheng filled the ground with Chests, every one of them packed full of Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma.
He asked the three members of the Jiang family, who had been stunned for so long that they were now numb, to help take out these Medicine Kings and throw them all into the blood pool.
Very soon, tens of millions of Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma stalks—peerless Medicine Kings considered among the most precious beneath Immortal Medicine—were thrown into the Imperial Dao Supreme Essence Blood pool filled with Taiyin Power.
The Essence Blood, permeated by Extreme Dao Pressure, broke down the fungal bodies of the Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma and purged every impurity, leaving only the purest trace of medicinal power to be absorbed by the blood's vitality.
The terrifyingly powerful Taiyin Power contained within the Essence Blood reacted in some wondrous way with the mild, pure Yang medicinal power contained in the Nine Nether Yin Yang Bone Shedding Ganoderma. Though there was not much of it, it possessed special properties that made the blood's vitality even stronger.
It seemed as though it was about to come alive, beginning to give rise to all sorts of bizarre phenomena.
The incomparably viscous blood formed blurry humanoid figures and even grew white bones. They struggled as though trying to escape the blood pool, only to turn back into blood and melt into it again in an instant. It truly was a scene from a hellish Sea of Blood.
The blood pool, which had originally been clear crimson like a ruby, now developed a shallow yet thick layer across its surface, with streams of chaotic aura permeating it.
Together with the many crimson humanoid figures struggling on the pool's surface, it looked like a pot of bubbling tomato soup, making one's appetite surge.
At the side, Jiang Wen's aged face, deeply lined by the passage of time, finally could not hold itself together after enduring for so long.
The corner of his eyes twitched incessantly as he stared at the horrifying blood pool. His once-gentle expression had completely collapsed.
Under the intense warning from his Primordial Spirit, he wanted to flee at all costs. Yet as he smelled the scent drifting through the air, his throat kept swallowing saliva.
His body and Primordial Spirit, both nearing the end of their lifespan and close to decay, kept telling him that so long as he refined even the most negligible trace of vital energy, medicinal power, and divine energy within that terrifying blood pool—
Even if it was only one ten-thousandth, one hundred-millionth...
It would be enough to extend his life by at least another five thousand years!
This vast, utterly shocking life force could even allow him, who had once been fortunate enough to consume an Immortal Medicine fruit and live a second life, to live out a third life!
Jiang Wen swallowed with difficulty. He clearly realized that, let alone a worthless Quasi-Emperor Third Heaven like himself, just this mouthful of blood pool was enough for the entire universe—
For every self-severed Supreme hidden within every life restricted zone across the universe to live out another life at the peak of imperial existence!
The instincts of his body and Primordial Spirit were forcing him to flee immediately, while also making him restless with the urge to throw himself into it.
Yet his reason was frantically warning him that this was imperial blood. If he dared throw himself in, the Extreme Dao Pressure would erase him into nothingness on the spot.
"So..." Fang Zheng turned to look at the five Flood Dragons.
Looking at their mouths, which had remained open for so long, he asked softly, "If I add some food to it, you should be able to eat this, right?"
"If I can feed all of you until you're full, would you still need to kill people, kill Intelligent Life, and keep devouring the strong?"
"If every cultivator in your world could be fed until they were full, they probably wouldn't fight anymore, right?"
The Flood Dragons remained frozen, lying dumbly by the table like five lizard specimens, completely motionless.
Yet Fang Zheng vaguely saw glittering drool continuously spilling from their open mouths.
The Flood Dragons had originally wanted to loudly rebuke Fang Zheng, saying that feeding them was an insult to their dignity.
But unfortunately, he was offering far too much!
It was not until Fang Zheng asked for the third time that the five Flood Dragons finally seemed to awaken from a dream.
"I-I-I..." The first Flood Dragon to speak was trembling with fear and panic, stammering without being able to utter a complete sentence.
"I won't eat people anymore! I won't! I really won't!" The second Flood Dragon completely lost its composure and reason, mechanically repeating those cries over and over, unable to squeeze out another word.
The third Flood Dragon could not speak either. It merely jumped down from the table with mad desperation.
The moment it hit the ground, the Guixu Mirror Corridor secret art amplified the faint impact. In an instant, more than half the bones throughout its body shattered, and blood soaked its scales.
But even with pain piercing into its bones, it could not care less. Like a little snake, it twisted its body with difficulty as it rushed over, coiling around the Block Person's feet. It tried desperately to widen its eyes and use its ferocious head to make a pitiful, coquettish expression.
At the side, within Jiang Wen's Immortal Platform, his Primordial Spirit continuously recited calming scriptures.
Only after a long while did he settle down. Looking at the absurd and ridiculous appearance of the five Flood Dragons, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He wanted to rebuke them loudly: This is the Essence Blood of our human race's Sacred Emperor! How precious is it? How could insignificant loaches like you possibly covet it?
But reason told him that the Essence Blood belonged to Fang Zheng. With such terrifying abilities, what right did a mere Quasi-Emperor like Jiang Wen have to speak?
Besides...
At the thought of Hengyu Furnace's earlier warning, Jiang Wen's barely calmed heart could not help growing agitated again.
The resurrection of the Great Emperor Hengyu might truly not be an unreachable fantasy.
The supreme power of this mysterious Block Person before him might truly be able to awaken their ancestor!
If he offended him with an impulsive remark and made him disgusted, then Jiang Wen would likely become the greatest sinner to disgrace the Jiang family in hundreds of thousands of years!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The atmosphere became awkward, and it took the three members of the Jiang family and the five Flood Dragons quite some time to slowly recover from their shock.
Or rather, they had been completely numbed by one impact after another.
At this moment, the five Flood Dragons resembled five tamed little snakes, tightly coiled around Fang Zheng's block-like body as they tried their utmost to act cute.
The noble bloodline inherited from the dragon race gave nearly every Flood Dragon a natural sense of extraordinary pride.
This pride originating from the depths of their blood was like a crown they had been born with, ensuring that they never submitted easily.
Or rather, they would never submit to those of lower bloodlines.
Even when they became cultivators' mounts, they rarely acknowledged a master-servant distinction. They generally formed relationships like ruler and subject, or equal partnerships.
But...
Fang Zheng was offering far too much!
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