Chapter 392: The Nine Netherworld Python
In an ancient-looking plaza, golden flames blazed intensely, and Xiao Ze sat cross-legged, floating in the air. At one end of the plaza was a massive, shocking pit, surrounded by ruins that looked like the aftermath of a fierce battle.
"Done," Xiao Ze said, withdrawing his hand as the golden flames slowly extinguished. The Dou Saint bone marrow, glowing like liquefied gold, radiated a dazzling brilliance. With a thought, Xiao Ze transformed the golden marrow into several equal-sized golden dots. Once they cooled down, they had a gel-like texture. He took out a jade bottle, and the beads dropped into it with crisp sounds.
"Xiao Ze, you've worked hard," Qing Lin appeared beside him, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.
"Everyone should get about three beads," Xiao Ze said, shaking the jade bottle and sealing it.
"That's not important," Medusa said, flashing beside him. "While you were refining, we explored the rear of the main hall. As you said, it's mostly living quarters or training areas."
"Let's wait for everyone to return and distribute the Dou Saint marrow here," Xiao Ze suggested. He wasn't surprised; after all, he could control the thunder puppets and had a good idea of what was in the back.
However, he found the Dou Saint's methods rather ruthless. The rear living area was filled with skeletons, both human and beast, seemingly used for puppet research. Xiao Ze had obtained jade slips detailing the puppet-making process but found the ancient human puppet method too cruel, as it involved forcibly extracting and sealing souls in puppets. Nevertheless, he kept the jade slips on regular puppet-making for future study, potentially integrating them with the blood demon puppet techniques in his Blood Demon Codex.
While he rarely made puppets himself, he might eventually create some Dou Saint-level puppets. The three Dragon Kings of the Ancient Dragon Clan were not easy to deal with. If Xiao Ze grew strong enough, he wouldn't mind helping the Ancient Dragon Clan deal with them. Moreover, the three splintered dragon islands had considerable resources, such as the Northern Dragon Island, which housed the ancient Heavenly Serpent's blood.
In the original story, the Northern Dragon Island used this blood to convince the Nine Netherworld Python Clan to help attack the Eastern Dragon Island. Xiao Ze figured that the three islands had many such treasures. The Ancient Dragon Clan had an incredibly long history, surviving countless ancient foes like the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix, the Ancient Heavenly Serpent, and the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python, which had all vanished over the ages.
The accumulated wealth of the Ancient Dragon Clan was immense. While he couldn't openly target the Eastern Dragon Island, the other three islands interested him. With these thoughts in mind, he watched Zi Yan return from the rear area, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the jade bottle in his hand.
When Xiao Ze had distributed the ancient Heavenly Phoenix marrow, Zi Yan refrained from taking any, having already received the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit. Now, she had no such reservations about the Dou Saint marrow.
"Xiao Ze, give me one to try," Zi Yan said eagerly, her lavender eyes fixed on the golden marrow.
"Be patient; let's wait for Xiao Yixian first," he replied.
"It's fine, let her try one," Xiao Yixian's voice rang out as she appeared beside them.
Seeing everyone present, Xiao Ze opened the jade bottle, smiled at Zi Yan's expectant expression, and tossed three beads her way. Zi Yan's eyes brightened as she caught them, popping them into her mouth with lightning speed.
Gulping down the marrow, Zi Yan licked her lips, savoring the abundant energy within and smiling with satisfaction. Xiao Ze shook his head at her eagerness, though her Ancient Dragon physique could easily absorb the powerful energy.
Xiao Yixian and the others also began refining their portions of the Dou Saint marrow. Xiao Ze held the marrow in his hand, letting golden light and roots from the Golden Tree absorb it entirely. Then, he took out the three ribs that contained the Great Heavenly Creation Palm.
Seeing the others deep in their refinement, he moved to the center of the pit, floating in midair, and began burning the ribs with golden flames.
"Grandfather, what's so great about the Skeleton Mountain Range? Once I'm stronger, wouldn't it be better to train in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs?" a young man with a cold expression said to the elder beside him, the corners of his eyes marked with eerie snake-like patterns.
"Hmph, the Nine Nether Yellow Springs are extremely cold and sinister. Even I wouldn't dare venture too deep. You'd better absorb the skeleton power in the Skeleton Mountain Range first," the elder retorted, leading the young man to a large basin in the mountain range.
"Although we are of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, our diluted bloodline and numerous members mean the clan's resources are spread thin. Bringing you here to absorb the skeleton power is a privilege none of your siblings have," the elder explained.
Hearing this, the young man's face showed a flash of joy, feeling assured of his privileged status.
"Fine, I'll train here first, and then venture into the Nine Nether Yellow Springs to reach Dou Zun!" he boasted.
The elder sighed, wondering if he had spoiled his grandson too much, making him arrogant.
The two reached the basin, filled with bones so white they were almost blinding. Under the elder's urging, the young man began absorbing the skeleton power from a spot in the basin, while the elder gazed at the center, puzzled.
"Was there a battle between magical beasts here?"
"Never mind, it's not important."
As a Nine Netherworld Python elder, the old man felt confident enough to handle any unexpected enemies.
(End of Chapter)
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