Even After Transmigrating into Coiling Dragon, Who Would Still Eat Soft Rice

As for why it took so long to come, it was because the magic crystal mines excavated were usually transported back to the clan once a year. This time, Elodi was several months late, and there hadn't been any news beforehand, which was why Lachlan had grown anxious and set out personally to investigate.

The magic crystal mine was secondary; the most important thing was that he had to ascertain Elodi's whereabouts. The Joshua Clan could survive without him, but it could not survive without the strongest member, Elodi.

After all, he had broken through to the Saint Realm hundreds of years ago, yet he remained at the intermediate stage, unable to comprehend the Laws. He had no choice but to pin his hopes on the brilliant Elodi, and Elodi had not disappointed him, reaching the peak of the Saint Realm in just over a hundred years and even comprehending a soul-based ultimate technique.

"If something has happened to Elodi, what will become of the Joshua Clan?" As Lachlan continued his search, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Hey, old man, what are you looking for?" Simon, who had arrived at the scene, said in a loud voice.

Lachlan looked up upon hearing this. "It's you, Simon! Why are you here?" Seeing that the person who had arrived was Simon, the unease in his heart grew even stronger.

"That's right, it's me. Old man, you still haven't answered my question."

"Hmph, what I am looking for is none of your business. As for you, didn't you lose the bet back then? You still dare to appear here? Is the credibility of the Herbert Family just empty talk?"

"The credibility of the Herbert Family is naturally meant for the living. As for the dead, they have no right to discuss this topic."

Hearing Simon say this, Lachlan did not hesitate to exert his full Battle Qi to flee. He could no longer care about Elodi's whereabouts or the magic crystal mine; the most urgent thing now was to escape back and preserve the last embers of his clan.

If the Joshua Clan were to lose him as well, the consequences would be truly unimaginable.

"Want to escape? Do you think you can?"

Simon channeled his Battle Qi, accelerated slightly, and caught up to Lachlan. As his longsword swung, the Sigh of the Wind was unleashed. The great blade in Lachlan's hand was only halfway raised before he was decapitated, leaving behind only a sigh. This veteran Saint Realm expert who had supported the Joshua Clan for hundreds of years had fallen, heading to the Netherworld to reunite with Elodi.

Nowadays, killing an intermediate Saint Realm expert was no harder for Simon than killing a chicken.

"The Herbert Family, an eye for an eye!"

Simon looked at the falling Lachlan and said coldly.

"It's a pity that I haven't comprehended soul-attack methods yet, so I can only let the souls of Elodi and Lachlan be absorbed by the Netherworld. To have such strong soul power but be unable to utilize it, I can only resort to the clumsiest move: Spirit Storm." Simon couldn't help but smile bitterly.

However, Simon was not a greedy person. There is never perfection in the affairs of the world; he was already very satisfied with everything he had now. As for soul-based techniques, they would naturally come as his understanding of the Profound Mysteries of the Laws deepened.

Although the Wind Element and Water Element were not adept at soul attacks, the Water Element was famously strong in soul defense. These shortcomings would have to be filled in the future.

After clearing the battlefield, he found that Lachlan had not left behind any valuables like a Spatial Ring, so Simon put away his battle blade and flew toward the direction of his clan.

Having completely eradicated the threat of the Joshua Clan, Simon naturally wanted to let his clan know the good news. He immediately transformed into a breeze and drifted toward the distance.

The journey there had taken half a month, but now, having comprehended the Profound Mystery of Speed, it took only half a day to see Gale City, where the clan was located.

Although Simon hadn't used his full strength on either trip, the difference in speed was like that between a snail and a high-speed train.

"I suppose my current speed is faster than the supersonic fighter jets of my past life." Gale City was over a hundred thousand li away from the Despair Mountain Range in a straight line, and Simon had made it back in half a day, even without using his full strength.

If Simon were to buff himself with the Wind Element Saint Realm auxiliary magic Extreme Speed and then exert his Fused Battle Qi to the limit, his speed could increase by at least another three times. However, this speed could not be maintained for long.

Otherwise, although Simon had reached the level of a Saint Realm warrior and his physical strength was decent, he would not be able to endure it for long and would suffer damage due to the immense load.

During the journey, Simon tested that he could maintain his full speed for half an hour without issue. Between experts, a second is enough to decide life and death, so half an hour was more than enough.

After all, Simon's body was still just an ordinary human body. Although his pure physical strength had reached the level of a seventh-rank warrior after becoming a Saint, it was still far inferior to Saint Realm magical beasts.

Only when both Water and Wind reached the God level, and he used a divine clone formed from fused divine power, would he be able to create a fundamental gap between himself and ordinary human God-level experts.

A breeze drifted by, and Simon appeared at the ancestral residence of his clan.

The old butler, Pete, saw that their clan's genius Saint had returned and hurriedly ran to notify Solo in excitement.

In fact, the moment Simon returned to the clan, Solo had sensed it. After all, he had been in the Saint Realm for over a thousand years, and through long-term meditation, his spiritual power was already comparable to an ordinary Saint Magus.

The ancestral residence was not large, and Solo often used his soul power to cover the entire area when he had nothing to do.

"Haha, Simon, didn't you say you were going out to travel? You're already homesick after just over a year?"

Looking at the high-spirited Simon before him, the Old Patriarch couldn't help but tease him.

"Patriarch, I returned so quickly this time because I have a great piece of news to inform the clan. This isn't the place to talk; let's find a quiet spot."

Upon hearing this, Solo took Simon to his study and used soul transmission to call for the Second Elder, Garrod, and the Third Elder, Sanders.

The two elders also exchanged warm greetings when they saw Simon had returned.

After the four sat down, Simon informed the Patriarch and the two elders about killing Elodi and Lachlan.

The Patriarch had been very worried at first, as Simon had been severely injured and left unconscious by Elodi not long ago. But after hearing that Simon had made a major breakthrough in strength and was fully confident in dealing with Elodi before taking action, he felt relieved.

Especially when they saw Simon display the personal weapons of Elodi and Lachlan, everyone laughed heartily.

"It was fated that the Joshua Clan would suffer this calamity. Having lost two Saint Realm experts, their clan is finished." Solo and the two elders clapped and cheered.

Simon was also very happy. After all, the Joshua Clan had been the ones to provoke them first. If Elodi had found a lone Herbert Family Saint in the wild, he certainly wouldn't have shown mercy if he had the chance for a sure kill.

This was an unspoken convention among the major clans on the continent; there was never any talk of mercy when dealing with hostile clans or forces.

Having long since adapted to the survival rules of the Coiling Dragon World, Simon would not be soft-hearted when he caught an opportunity.

Being soft-hearted toward an enemy is the greatest cruelty to one's own people.

This principle held true in both his past and present lives.

The four of them talked for a long time in Patriarch Solo's study before Simon finally withdrew.

"Haha, Simon really turned a misfortune into a blessing this time. I never expected his strength to grow so rapidly after waking up from his coma. It is truly a blessing from the heavens for my Herbert Family," Solo continued to exclaim, unable to hide his joy.

"Indeed, I still can't believe it. This junior, who is only in his early forties, managed to almost wipe out a veteran family with a mere flip of his hand," Second Elder Garrod exclaimed in wonder.

Afterward, the three of them discussed and finalized the follow-up plans for dealing with the Joshua Clan, then dispersed.

The one who spearheaded the total erasure of the Joshua Clan was Third Elder Sanders. Although this five-hundred-year-old family elder had average talent, he was meticulous in everything he did.

That very night, he snuck into the old Joshua Clan residence located on the outskirts of the city, slaughtered every warrior of the seventh rank or higher he could find, and then set fire to the estate, reducing the family that had been passed down for hundreds of years to ashes.

As for the few fish that slipped through the net, they were rounded up by the ninth-rank experts the Herbert Family had stationed in the surrounding area beforehand.

For the other Joshua clansmen who were not at the ancestral home and were scattered across other cities, Sanders also sought out the Gale Empire's largest assassin organization, Dark Blade, and placed a high-priced bounty on them.

The remaining assets and industries of the Joshua Clan were also quickly carved up by the various major families of the empire. Among them, the Magic Crystal mine on the northwest border was seized by another major family of the empire; of course, this family also made some concessions to the Herbert Family to secure it completely.

With this, the Joshua Clan, which once dominated the Gale Empire, collapsed in a single night.

Regarding this, Simon couldn't help but sigh, his desire to become stronger growing even more intense.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, weakness is the original sin; only by constantly growing stronger does one have the qualification to survive.

After staying with the family for a few more months and waiting for the aftermath of the Joshua Clan's affairs to settle, Simon set out on his journey once again.

Before Simon's departure, the Old Patriarch gave him repeated instructions, emphasizing time and again that cultivation was the most important thing and that he should avoid unnecessary conflicts as much as possible.

Facing the Old Patriarch's exhortations, Simon sincerely agreed to each one.

After packing his bags, Simon flew straight toward the far north of the empire.

His destination this time was the Icewind Canyon.

It was a place particularly well-suited for cultivating the Water Element and the Law of Wind.

Heading north, Simon passed through several large empires along the way. At one point, unable to suppress his curiosity, he unleashed his soul power at full strength within the capital of the Charles Empire, covering nearly half the city.

Just as he was enjoying himself, a soul transmission suddenly struck him, and an aged voice echoed within Simon's mind.

"My friend, please do not release your soul power to probe at will. After all, this is the capital of my Charles Empire."

"Ah, my apologies. I am new to this place and couldn't help my curiosity. I will stop immediately; please don't mind it," Simon quickly replied via transmission, as he was indeed in the wrong for doing this on someone else's turf.

Of course, the reason Simon did this was also to test the true strength of this so-called Charles Empire.

Chapter 7 Icewind Canyon

Seeing it now, it was indeed a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers resided.

Under the rough sweep of Simon's soul power, he had failed to locate the source of the voice for a moment. Only after hearing the transmission and investigating carefully did he discover that the voice originated from an unknown small courtyard within the capital.

"My name is Anthony, a Saint Realm warrior who cultivates the Laws of Darkness, currently serving as the guardian Saint Realm of the Charles Empire."

So he was a practitioner of the Laws of Darkness; he was indeed skilled at concealing his aura. No wonder he hadn't detected him earlier due to his own carelessness.

"Simon, a Saint Realm warrior who cultivates the Law of Wind, from the Herbert Family of the Gale Empire."

Hearing the other party introduce himself, Simon also responded simply.

"Friend from afar, I have prepared some light wine. If you don't mind, please come to my courtyard for a chat."

Hearing the invitation from this man named Anthony, Simon did not act reserved. In any case, this was the capital city, and the other party couldn't possibly attack him. Even if he did, he was no longer afraid, and judging by the tone, the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions. Thus, Simon flew toward the source of the voice.

Before long, he landed in the small courtyard where Anthony was located.

Looking around, the courtyard was furnished simply yet elegantly. On a small table in the center of the courtyard, a jar of wine and several exquisite side dishes were laid out.

"Haha, hello Simon, welcome to the Charles Empire. Come, sit down and taste my prized specialty—old wine cellared for over a thousand years," Anthony said heartily.

Simon came to the table and sat down. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Anthony. It is an honor."

And so, the two began to talk over the wine.

"I had heard that several genius Saint Realm experts had emerged in the Gale Empire in recent years, but I didn't expect to meet one today. Come, Brother Simon, let me toast you."

As they exchanged cups, the two soon began calling each other brothers. According to Anthony, he was over two thousand years old, much older than Simon, and even older than the Old Patriarch Solo.

"I toast you as well, Brother Anthony. Your cultivation of the Laws of Darkness is truly formidable. You are right in front of me, and if I didn't sense carefully, I would have mistaken you for an ordinary person," Simon said as he raised his cup to clink with Anthony's.

"Haha, that's the only skill this old brother of yours has. If we were to actually fight, I wouldn't be able to compare to you young lads," Anthony said with a laugh, stroking his beard.

Simon, of course, knew this was Anthony's modesty. It was truly remarkable to be able to restrain one's aura to a level that even a Soul Mutator could not easily detect.

Simon speculated that the old man before him had very likely reached the limit of the Saint Realm.

Of course, without engaging in combat, it was indeed difficult for Simon to detect Anthony's aura, but if they were to actually fight, it would inevitably cause fluctuations in the Heaven and Earth Elements, which would not escape Simon's soul perception.

If Anthony could cultivate to the point of completely concealing his aura until his opponent was struck, then he would likely be able to break through to the God Realm as well.

After a warm exchange, Anthony also learned of Simon's destination.

"The Icewind Canyon, eh? That place is indeed suitable for wind-element experts to cultivate. But I primarily cultivate the Laws of Darkness, and although I visited once in my younger years, I don't know much about it. However, with your strength, Brother Simon, as long as you aren't swarmed by the Saint Realm magical beasts there, you don't need to worry about danger, given the speed of you wind-element experts."

Anthony said nonchalantly. When the two were drinking to their heart's content, they couldn't help but stand up to spar casually. Simon only revealed his identity as a Saint Realm warrior and his cultivation of the Law of Wind while traveling.

This time was no exception.

Since they couldn't unleash their power within the capital, the two discussed it briefly and turned into two Light Rays, flying toward the outside of the city.