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Big Black Tooth let go of the corpse of the Blood-drinking Furry Beast and checked it over again, making sure that the demon beast was indeed dead before moving toward the direction Zhu Minglang had indicated, to gnaw on its own big black pig.

Zhu Minglang stretched out his palm and activated his spiritual power.

Spiritual power, like a magnet, could attract and condense the souls of recently deceased creatures. Zhu Minglang noticed that when he harvested souls with his spiritual power, his eyes seemed to be able to see the wisp of a soul hovering next to the body of the Blood-drinking Furry Beast…

The deep red color, resembling a shadow that was slowly fading, Zhu Minglang began to concentrate, trying to make this dark red soul gather towards him. The process was not too difficult, mainly depending on the host itself, on one hand, the soul had not been damaged in battle, on the other hand, the host had to have a certain level of cultivation base.

Once it became a Demon Spirit, it had a cultivation base, which was fundamentally different from the wild beasts in the mountains.

This cultivation base was not only reflected in a strong, agile, and fierce body but more importantly, in a strong and extraordinary soul, the most obvious characteristic being the ability to use Demon Art!

“This Blood-drinking Furry Beast’s soul is weak, I’m afraid it won’t condense into a good Soul Bead,” Zhu Minglang said, somewhat disappointed.

Zhu Minglang didn’t know whether it was his own inexperience or the Blood-drinking Furry Beast really wasn’t anything special, but he managed to harvest a Blood Pearl, which was of lower quality than the Violent Catfish Soul Pearl Teacher Duan Lan had given him before.

“Although it’s of inferior quality, it’s still a pity to throw away, and it’s not good to sell. The preservation box is more expensive than the bead itself. I’ll give it to Hong Hao later as payment for his information,” Zhu Minglang said.

After harvesting the Soul Bead, Zhu Minglang placed it into a very simple wooden box. These wooden boxes actually didn’t have much of a preservative effect. Periodically, the Soul Bead would dissipate some of its energy at a very fast rate.

The big black pig was dragged over by Black Tooth. Despite being very hungry, this big fellow was very obedient and didn’t bite into it right away. Instead, it seriously laid the big black pig in front of Zhu Minglang, acting as if it wanted its master to have the first taste of a good thing.

“Find some large stones to build a stone stove, and throw all those fallen cedar trees into it,” Zhu Minglang instructed.

Black Tooth was very diligent and immediately did as Zhu Minglang said, and Zhu Minglang didn’t even have to lift a finger. He watched as its massive and powerful body moved back and forth, while Zhu Minglang started the fire and began dealing with the thick fur on the exterior of the big black pig.

In no time, an open-air barbecue rock platform was constructed. Skipping the bleeding step, Zhu Minglang cleaned out the big black pig’s innards too and began roasting the black pig…

No oil or seasonings were needed, as the black pig’s own fat was aromatic and overflowed with lard, which slowly seeped into the meat that was starting to turn golden brown under the grilling flames.

“Black Tooth, could you turn your head away when you drool? I thought it started raining!” Zhu Minglang said, glaring at it unhappily.

The big guy was so gluttonous that his eyes almost shone, drool thick and sticky sliding from the corners of its mouth. After a while, it swept up all the saliva with its large tongue, swallowing back the drool.

The master hadn’t said it was ready.

Couldn’t eat yet.

Had to restrain the urge.

Bai Qi leisurely stood on Zhu Minglang’s shoulder, looking at Black Tooth with puzzlement, yet also with a hint of pride.

No matter how crispy the skin was grilled or how juicy and fragrant the meat became, Bai Qi couldn’t muster any interest, as if fairies were all about their transcendent beauty, feeding on dewdrops.

“You can eat now, after we’re done we’ll go find some Demon Spirits to test our skills,” Zhu Minglang said.

“0hhh- ” Black Tooth raised its head and let out a howl, making Zhu Minglang wonder if it had some degree of Grey Wolf blood in it.

With each bite taking down a big fatty leg, Black Tooth ate with its face covered in grease, and each time its tongue swept over the greasy face, it radiated a feeling of bliss…

Taking advantage of Black Tooth not having swallowed everything, Zhu

Minglang cut off a piece of pork neck meat and started reading while eating.

There was a lot to learn, especially to be a qualified Dragon Shepherd; having a well-stocked reserve of knowledge was essential. Previously, Zhu Minglang only had Little White Bai Qi, who was self-taught with exceptional talent and didn’t need Zhu Minglang to worry about anything. However, Black Tooth was like a grassroots existence, so postnatal efforts were more important, and he needed to plan more.

Little White Bai Qi seemed bored, already lying listlessly on Zhu Minglang’s shoulder.

“Do you also want to find some opponents?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Yiyi!” Bai Qi immediately nodded its little head.

Just thinking about the Gold-plated Fire Dragon filled Bai Qi with fighting spirit. However, some strength was still dormant inside its body, as if bound by something; only through battle could it break these shackles.

Bai Qi was also looking forward to the fight.

“Alright, we’ll walk deeper into the territory later,” Zhu Minglang said.

This meal should sustain us for many days. The meat of the black pigs, which are almost demonic, contains great energy. Even a beast the size of Big Black Tooth would need time to digest it, and eating again would be possible only if the meat were more nutritious; otherwise, it would simply be overindulgence.

Continuing deeper into the cedar forest, the landscape gradually changed as old pine trees started to dominate. They were tall and sturdy, each requiring two people to hug their girth, giving the impression that these trees might have become spirits. Otherwise, why would their branches seem so terrifying, as though they were about to lash out and bite!

Big Black Tooth did not know how to conceal its presence, and most beast spirits would avoid it, let alone those demon spirits that had lived for hundreds of years. They were extremely alert. No matter how vast the cedar forest or how abundant its birds and beasts, tracking them down was a difficult task.

Having learned from the difficulty of hunting wild pigs, Zhu Minglang had become wiser.

Demon spirits coveted the flesh of powerful creatures, so Zhu Minglang deliberately had Big Black Tooth carry the carcass of the Blood-drinking Furry Beast. Upon reaching areas with a strong aura of magical beasts, they used the carcass as bait to lure out those powerful demon spirits!

This method proved incredibly effective. It wasn’t long before a brown bristle creature appeared deep in the cedar forest. Its demonic energy was extremely strong, and its presence scared away other beast spirits hoping to share the loot. They could only wander from a distance, maintaining a safe gap.

“Is this a wild dragon??” Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.

The brown beast resembled a pig, but its mane was full of sharp spines and it had three horns on its head. It somewhat resembled the Triceratops among ancient dragons, and its whole body was covered in a meaty armor. Despite its short legs, the bulky size of its meat armor seemed capable of crushing fragile Azure Dragons and Giant Dragons into dust.

“It’s probably not a True Dragon but a wild Fake Dragon, and it has a beast spirit cultivation base of over five hundred years,” Zhu Minglang said, somewhat surprised.

A cultivation base of five hundred years doesn’t mean the creature has lived for five hundred years. In this world, there are many ways to increase cultivation base, including various forms of spiritual essences. Some wild beasts and demon spirits, when encountering such fortune, could have their cultivation base soar by hundreds of years.

Moreover, through fighting, killing, and devouring the corpses and souls of other demon spirits, one can also quickly increase their cultivation base.

Purely enduring for hundreds or thousands of years to achieve such cultivation base is rare in this vast world.

With the bloodline of an Ancient Dragon and a cultivation base of five hundred years, the Bristle Hog Fake Dragon lured by Zhu Minglang was likely the undisputed ruler of the cedar forest for many years.

“It should have the strength of a Dragon Child Level.” Zhu Minglang was a little excited; finally, they had a worthy prey!

The jungle was complex, and even the smallest creatures had their own ways of survival. Even the monsters in the deep mountains and old forests weren’t just wandering around; smart hunters were accustomed to understanding the habits of their prey and implementing a hunting strategy.

“Oh! Black Ocean Violent Dragon was now eagerly raring to go.

The previous Blood-drinking Furry Beast had been too weak.

At last, a decent opponent. Black Ocean Violent Dragon could now fight with full force!

“Bang Bang Bang!!”

With a hearty sprint, Black Ocean Violent Dragon was ready for battle…

However, a graceful white figure moved even faster. Suddenly, the ancient pine trees around it mysteriously frosted over, all of their needles turning a snowy white.

With wings unfurled in layers of splendid beauty, the Ice Morning White Dragon struck before Black Ocean Violent Dragon could!

It first sprinkled countless frosty flakes, freezing the entire forest.

Then it whipped up a whirlwind with silver feathered blades, which shredded the century-old pines into sawdust and stripped away layers of soil from the ground.

The Bristle Hog Fake Dragon, usually fearless, only realized it was not facing a mere local demon when the silver-feathered whirlwind soared dozens of meters above the treetops. It tried to flee in panic, only to find its short, pudgy limbs frozen to the ground. Struggling to break free from the icy soil just in time, the silver-feathered whirlwind was already upon it…

The Fake Dragon, as heavy as a stone house, was still tossed into the wind. The lethally sharp silver ice feathers minced it brutally, slicing through its formidable meat armor effortlessly!!

Blood scattered within the silver-feathered whirlwind, turning the entire storm blood-red.

“Boom! !!!! ”

It took a while before the Bristle Hog Fake Dragon finally plummeted from the sky, lifeless by the time it hit the ground.

Black Ocean Violent Dragon had run all the way, eager for a vigorous fight with the Bristle Hog Fake Dragon, only to find it already dead, leaving its crocodile face filled with confusion.

Turning its head, Black Ocean Violent Dragon took a long look at the Ice Morning White Dragon, now larger and floating midair, before helplessly directing its gaze towards Zhu Minglang.

If only it had been left barely alive.

Even Black Treasure could have claimed an assist.