Chapter Forty-Two: I Can Cover Your Meals

Filled with apology and remorse, Fang Zheng’s gentle voice reached them:

"And then, I will remember you forever, burning paper money for you every year. I can even write a guarantee letter and burn it for you, promising that I will never use mob-spawning eggs to create sentient beings ever again."

Um!

"Huh?" The flood dragon, which had just expressed its dissatisfaction, was stunned by this bizarre train of thought.

"Huh?" Jiang Tingting, Jiang Yifei, and Jiang Wen were also stunned.

The flood dragon, who had been speaking in an angry tone just a moment ago, grew somewhat panicked: "Well... there is really no need to go that far."

Its wisdom, acquired through innate inherited memories, was not yet fully mature. Its tone was frantic, and it hurriedly babbled:

"I’m just a little unhappy about not having parents; I don't regret being born."

At this moment, the remaining flood dragons also spoke up one after another:

"Just let us go free! You don't have to kill us all. We were just born, we don't want to die!"

One of them started rolling around on the table: "I want to eat something! I haven't eaten anything since I was born. At least let me have one full meal before you let me die."

Another one swiped its tail across the first one's head. "Idol! Don't listen to him. I want to eat several meals, at least ten full ones!"

The personalities bestowed by their inherited memories were hardly mature. Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the flood dragons suddenly became rowdy, constantly arguing with one another and putting forward their pre-death demands.

……

"Then..." Looking at their childish behavior, Fang Zheng asked, somewhat conflicted: "Didn't you just say you wanted to eat flesh and blood? If I let you go, will you go and eat humans, or other sentient beings?"

Upon hearing Fang Zheng's question, the leading flood dragon answered without a moment's hesitation: "Of course we're going to eat!"

Hearing this reply, Jiang Wen and the others nearby all wore strange expressions.

They deeply doubted whether these flood dragons even had brains.

Someone had just told them that if they wanted to eat people, they would be killed, yet they still insisted that they were going to eat people.

Having just been born with only inherited memories and no life experience, the flood dragon did not know what lying was.

It honestly continued to reply: "My bloodline's inherited memories tell me that if I want to continuously cultivate and progress, if I want to constantly purify my dragon bloodline, and if I want to keep growing stronger, I must keep eating!"

"I have to eat all kinds of rare heavenly treasures, and the flesh and blood of all kinds of formidable enemies."

"Only by continuously eating, by constantly feeding on the flesh and blood of powerful enemies, can I keep evolving!"

"If you don't let me eat, I won't be able to evolve or purify my bloodline."

***

"Is that so..." Fang Zheng hesitated.

"Then, what if I can feed you?"

"If I can provide you with meals and keep you well-fed, you won't go around eating humans or the flesh and blood of sentient beings anymore, right?"

"You're going to feed us?" The flood dragons looked at each other in dismay. The memories of their bloodline inheritance told them that they seemed to have suffered some kind of mortal insult.

Although they didn't quite understand it either, according to their inherited memories, this was the moment when they should risk everything to defend their dignity.

Thus, after muttering amongst themselves for a moment, the flood dragons all raised their heads and roared in unison:

"You merely created us, yet how dare you insult our noble dragon blood like this! You want to feed us? Do you want to treat us like pe—"

Crack, snap...

The abnormal sound of spatial fragmentation was spreading.

Before their angry roars could fade, Fang Zheng had already unconcernedly begun placing blocks nearby.

A simple container made of a few bedrock blocks was placed down.

Then, into the concave center, Fang Zheng poured a bucket of vital essence blood that the resurrected Prime Yin Human Emperor had personally extracted from his own body back on the Road to Immortality.

One must know that the stronger a cultivator was, the scarcer their essence blood became.

For the Prime Yin Human Emperor, whose true form after unleashing his Dharma-phase spanned tens of millions of light-years, the essence blood he extracted from his body by exhausting his utmost strength could, under normal conditions, barely fill a single iron bucket.

However, as long as the quantity was sufficient to be collected by an iron bucket, it meant that to Fang Zheng, it would henceforth be inexhaustible.

At the same time Fang Zheng began placing the bedrock blocks, Jiang Wen beside him wore a look of wonder. "What a bizarre material. It seems completely detached from space and time, as if it has never been tainted by the Heavenly Dao."

And the instant that pool of essence blood appeared within the bedrock, Jiang Wen’s old face, usually so mild and calm, distorted drastically.

The weather in the entire secret realm changed instantly, filled with rolling thunder and flashing lightning.

Dense void cracks, like spiderwebs, spread across the heavens and earth, and a wisp of faint, supreme imperial might leaked out.

Were it not for the fact that this supreme imperial pressure within the essence blood was instantly suppressed by the Prime Yin Moon Blade at Jiang Tingting’s waist...

The terrifying imperial might alone would have been enough to shatter this entire secret realm into pieces, grinding everyone present—except for Fang Zheng and Jiang Wen—as well as the five flood dragons, into absolute nothingness.

Even Jiang Wen, who possessed the cultivation of the Third Heavenly Layer of the Quasi-Emperor realm, had to face this essence blood—whose leaked power had been suppressed as much as possible during extraction so that its essence was restrained, leaving only a negligible trace of residual imperial might—with the utmost caution, fighting desperately to retreat.

A single moment of carelessness, and even that faint trace of imperial might, lingering like a residual scent, could have crushed Jiang Wen to pieces on the spot.

Except for Fang Zheng, everyone and every flood dragon present was filled with terror. Even the Hengyu Furnace guarding the passageway outside was so frightened it almost suffered an instinctive reaction.

Fang Zheng spoke again, his voice as gentle as before: "Can this feed you?"

***

Swallowing hard, the flood dragons that had been roaring just moments ago crawled to the edge of the stone table, staring fixedly at that crystal-clear blood, unable to roar any longer.

Gazing at the translucent blood, the towering blood-energy and divine might contained within it—a mere trace of which, spilling over slightly, was enough to engulf a starry sky—

The three members of the Jiang family and the five flood dragons all stood in a daze, sweating profusely, unable to utter a single word for a moment.

"How is it?" Fang Zheng asked as he continued placing blocks.

One hundred and twenty frames per second meant Fang Zheng could place up to 120 blocks per second.

Using bedrock as material, in just a few seconds, an indestructible container resembling a large swimming pool had formed.

Fang Zheng placed hundreds of new buckets of essence blood along the edge of the pool, and the ruby-red blood, radiating supreme imperial might, gushed out.

In the blink of an eye, a pool of the Prime Yin Human Emperor’s essence blood was born.

Such a massive amount of essence blood—had it not been for Fang Zheng, even if one thousand or ten thousand Prime Yin Human Emperors at their peak were to burn away their lifespans, draining their primordial spirits and blood-energy—they wouldn't even dream of filling a tenth of it.

Gazing at the five flood dragons, who were gaping with their jaws wide open, Fang Zheng tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said softly:

"By the way, can you really get full just by drinking blood?"

"Let me add some more food for you."

Fang Zheng turned his head, his gaze falling upon Jiang Tingting, whose entire body was radiating moonlight.

At this moment, Jiang Tingting was enveloped in bright moonlight, and her Prime Yin physique was violently resonating with the pool full of the Prime Yin Human Emperor's blood.

Within this blood lay towering Prime Yin power and its associated Dao laws.

In just a moment, this intense resonance caused Jiang Tingting's cultivation, which had only just stepped into the second tier of the Sendai realm, to soar rapidly toward the threshold of the third tier—the Dao-斬 (Zhan Dao) realm.

As long as she comprehended that crucial step, she could break through on the spot.

That wasn't all; the immense benefits brought by this vast blood pool were boundless.

The essence blood of a powerhouse possessing the exact same physique, yet vastly superior in both quality and quantity, was causing Jiang Tingting's Prime Yin constitution origin to expand wildly through that mysterious bloodline resonance.

Aside from her realm, which still required comprehension, and her secret realms, which still needed development, the strength of both her physical body and her primordial spirit skyrocketed in a split second to near-Quasi-Emperor levels. Even among legendary Chaotic Physiques, under the same realm, no one's bloodline origin could possibly be more immense than hers right now.

Had the Prime Yin Moon Blade not released its radiance to suppress her physical body, she would have already burst apart.

Fang Zheng said to her, "Right, take out some of those golden mushrooms you put away earlier. I have some use for them."