Six-eared Spirit Python Empire

Clang, clang, clang, clang!!! For seven consecutive days, the sound of hammering constantly rang out from within the cave. The blows grew louder and louder, until it seemed as though a volcano were about to erupt, shaking the earth and mountains.

"Is Lord Dragon King trying to punch through the earth's veins?!" Feeling the ground tremble, Xie Dong could not help swallowing. This pure physical strength was simply too terrifying!

"This is the Ancient Void Dragon clan, the race with the most terrifying physical talent among all magical beasts." A decrepit old man looked toward the volcanic crater, his aged eyes narrowing slightly. The Ancient Void Dragons' talent truly was absurd. As long as they had enough nourishment, even blacksmithing could improve their physical cultivation.

This old man was naturally the Ancient Dragon Turtle Zhu Jin had subdued. When he broke through to the Dou Venerate realm, he had relied on the Dragonblood Heavenly Fruit's power to obtain a fortunate opportunity and successfully transform into human form.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, Zhu Jin looked at the Four-mouth Black-Yellow Cauldron before him, which glowed with a black-yellow radiance. This was not the Four-mouth Cauldron he had forged on his first day, but a Four-mouth Black-Yellow Cauldron he had created himself by imitating the blueprint.

Alchemy was precious because alchemists were exceedingly rare. Pill refining was difficult and required a master's guidance, but artifact forging was much simpler. Zhu Jin had even begun designing medicinal cauldrons himself.

His dragon claws became stained with his own essence blood as he slowly inscribed a cauldron inscription upon the medicinal cauldron. This was the final step in creating a medicinal cauldron: using dragon blood and soul power to carve inscriptions, borrowing the protection of heaven and earth and gathering the breath of all directions to help alchemists raise their success rate to a certain extent.

"Black-Yellow Breath!" Zhu Jin sharply inhaled, then blew a mouthful of Black-Yellow Breath at the Four-mouth Cauldron as if blowing immortal mist.

As that breath of Black-Yellow Breath was exhaled, the cauldron hummed. A faint dragon's roar seemed to emerge from within the Four-mouth Cauldron, while the inscriptions on its body actually gave off a dim glow. The medicinal cauldron rattled violently, and a yellow dragon leaped out from within it. In an instant, its roar shook the nine heavens. The yellow dragon roared, coiled its body around the entire cauldron, and a dragon pattern emerged.

Zhu Jin stared at the Four-mouth Cauldron he had independently created by imitating the design of the Four-mouth Black-Iron Red-Copper Cauldron, his face somewhat stunned. "Damn... a one-hundred-percent success rate."

Over these seven days, Zhu Jin had forged three cauldrons in total. The first two times, he had thought it might have been luck, but this design he had come up with on a whim had still succeeded on the first try. There had been no cauldron explosion and no cracks!

"This Black-Yellow Breath couldn't give a one-hundred-percent success rate when forging anything, could it... No way. If it had such a special effect, how could Black-Yellow Flame be ranked dead last?" Zhu Jin looked at the three medicinal cauldrons before him and silently suppressed the thought. This Black-Yellow Breath was only a Yellow Tier secret technique. Besides, even if Black-Yellow Flame truly had some heaven-defying effect, he had not yet obtained Black-Yellow Flame itself. He had merely absorbed some scraps of it and evolved his dragon flame into the Earth Tier Black-Yellow Dragon Flame.

"Mm, it must be because I'm destined by heaven." Zhu Jin nodded heavily. This had to be because of him, not because of the Black-Yellow Breath. He needed to look for the cause within himself more often.

After putting everything away, Zhu Jin ate and drank his fill, restored himself to peak condition, and left the cave.

Boom, boom, boom! The instant Zhu Jin stepped out of the cave, several hundred magical beasts fell to their knees, lowered their heads, and roared in deep voices, "Welcome Lord Dragon King out of seclusion!"

Although to outsiders, the cries of these magical beasts would only sound like whimpering and roaring beast calls, Zhu Jin was, after all, an Ancient Void Dragon. Naturally, he understood the language of magical beasts.

Looking at the several hundred magical beasts kneeling below in worship, Zhu Jin saw that aside from the Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpents and Flame Wolf Unicorns, the other tribes of the Wild Mountain Range—the Heavenly Fox Spider Tribe, Green-horned Tiger Tribe, and Divine Eagle Deer Tribe—had also chosen to submit. He had now completely ruled the entire Wild Mountain Range and established a tribe of his own.

After all, they had no choice but to submit. Although Old Turtle no longer possessed his former strength, he still had the strength of a Dou Emperor. All those who resisted had died. Moreover, the Wild Mountain Range was now merely a mountain range barren of spiritual energy. There were no high-grade spiritual fruits or medicinal herbs, and naturally no particularly powerful magical beasts.

Zhu Jin looked at the tribe that had already taken shape below, then at his people. With a casual toss, he threw out several Tier Four magical beast corpses as huge as small mountains and said, "I'll be leaving for a while. Divide this magical beast flesh among yourselves."

Seeing those enormous Tier Four magical beast corpses piled like small mountains, all the people stared wide-eyed. To magical beasts, the flesh of high-tier magical beasts was an excellent tonic. It could not only fill their stomachs, but also rapidly increase their strength and aid their cultivation!

Wuu wuu wuu!! Seeing the Dragon King act with such generosity, some immature young magical beasts that were only Tier One or Tier Two could no longer restrain themselves. They pounced on the corpses and began tearing into them. Following Lord Dragon King meant eating nine meals a day!

"Shi Yuan, Xie Dong, Flame Wolf, let's head for the Six-eared Spirit Python Empire."

Unlike magical beast families such as the Purple Cloud Scorpion Serpents, which merely had a slight familial connection to the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Clan, the Six-eared Spirit Pythons were true blood relatives of the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Clan. Their status within the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Clan was somewhat like that of the Ancient Dragon Bears. Though they were a vassal family, they had shed blood and rendered merit for the organization, making them a meritorious house.

A Spatial Wormhole required a Dou Venerate expert to construct and Dou Zong experts to maintain regularly. A single Spatial Wormhole could draw in all the surrounding talent and profits. One Spatial Wormhole alone was enough to support an entire family.

Even if Zhu Jin had not read the original novel, he could understand the siphoning effect of a Spatial Wormhole. Put plainly, wasn't it just like an airport or high-speed rail station? If one wanted to travel somewhere far away, one had no choice but to go there. The economic benefits involved were unimaginably terrifying.

The Six-eared Spirit Python Empire was the closest place to the Wild Mountain Range that possessed a Spatial Wormhole.

"A Spatial Wormhole... If we could build one in the Wild Mountain Range, it should attract quite a few magical beast families to join our tribe, right?" Xie Dong asked curiously as he followed Zhu Jin while riding on Old Turtle's back.

Old Turtle shook his head. "Connecting two distant points in space requires extremely delicate control over the power of space. Only experts at or above the Dou Venerate realm can create one. And even then, Dou Zong experts are needed to maintain it regularly. The Six-eared Spirit Pythons might not have any Tier Eight magical beasts, but they definitely have Tier Seven ones. If you were a Dou Zong expert, would you be willing to remain in the tribe forever maintaining a Spatial Wormhole?"

Hearing Old Turtle's words, Zhu Jin suddenly understood the profits involved. "I get it. The Tier Eight experts of the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Clan opened a Spatial Wormhole, but they did not want to spend time and effort maintaining it. So they had tribes with Tier Seven magical beasts maintain the Spatial Wormhole, while they themselves continuously earned money through family profit-sharing. That really is a business with endless returns for no investment."

Old Turtle nodded. "This business is even more profitable than pills. The prerequisite is that you have enough strength. Not only must you open the spatial passage, but you must also possess the strength to protect a city at the other end. As long as you have strength, money, resources, females—everything will automatically be delivered into your hands."