To determine whether a creature was an intelligent life-form, one only needed to see whether it could master skills that clearly required learning, and how many such skills it could master.
Lower life-forms could hardly acquire any skills beyond their innate talents through learning. Instinct was simply that powerful. Even after gaining intelligence and transforming into demons, lower life-forms had to expend far more effort than higher life-forms to learn how to suppress their "instincts."
Higher life-forms, such as mammals, could learn many skills through training that they otherwise could not. There was a reason why the most popular animals in circuses were mostly mammals, even primates. Only animals of such a high order could more easily learn complicated tricks utterly useless for "survival in the wild."
As for something as extraordinarily complex as "spells," only intelligent life-forms could learn it.
Therefore, after confirming that those small pink flesh gourds were intelligent life-forms, Wang Qi was quite pleased.
After all, he had identified his primary target.
Wang Qi swiftly took samples, intending to use the Dragon Clan's standard spells to uncover this race's many secrets, perhaps even attempt a transformation and understand this world from their perspective.
Wang Qi lightly sliced open the skin of the small flesh gourd that had just launched an attack with a strand of Sword Qi, drew out a blood sample, preserved it with mana to prevent oxidation and spoilage, then healed it with a wisp of Flame of Life.
But after completing that step, Wang Qi suddenly froze.
"I really have to do this by eating it... no, tasting it... Wait, why the hell does it have to be 'tasting'? Analyzing bloodline roots with taste buds?"
Wang Qi stared at the clump of viscous slurry in his hand and sank into deep thought.
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