Chapter 367 — Lord of Dragons
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Was it not because the Wasteland once had hundreds of dragon veins, its fortune flourishing, so that the dragon veins transformed into true dragons! " Shen Mu was shaken inwardly: hundreds of dragon veins, fortune flourishing, dragon veins transforming into true dragons! He had indeed seen hundreds of Dragon King temples in the Eastern Sea Basin of the Wasteland! Not only that—the Yong River also had Dragon King temples, and there were shrines to Well Dragon Kings and the like! Were these Dragon Kings all true dragons? "The true dragons transformed from the Wasteland's dragon veins submitted to the. .
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heh heh! " The Dragon-Rearing Lord seemed to have some scruple and did not continue.
He said, "In Jingping Kingdom today, a dozen or twenty dragon veins still count as a minor phenomenon.
But to guard against trouble before it arises, we must find the primary dragon vein.
Otherwise, if Jingping is allowed to grow great, it may well become another catastrophe. To find the primary dragon vein and strangle it early—that is the proper business. " They walked deeper and suddenly heard muffled dragon roars. Shen Mu's spirit stirred: "Could this fire dragon vein truly have transformed into a true dragon? " When they reached the front, he saw that what emitted the dragon roars was not a true dragon but an underground river of molten rock several dozen li wide, its walls covered entirely in dragon scales, glittering gold, dazzling to the eye!
Here, Shen Mu sensed an extremely dense dragon qi. He had also cultivated the Ling family's Nine Dragons Emperor Art, and to a high degree.
He immediately sensed that the dragon qi here was almost no less than that of the capital! The capital's dragon qi was gathered from nine dragon veins, while here there was only one fire dragon vein, yet the dragon qi was so dense. Could this truly be where Jingping Kingdom's primary dragon vein lay?
"Strange.
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" The Dragon-Rearing Lord frowned, surveying the molten river upstream and downstream. "Odd.
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the course of this dragon vein is somewhat wrong. .
. " The Dragon-Rearing Lord lifted his foot and stepped down from the backs of the two flood dragons. Shen Mu looked at his feet: they were not human feet but dragon claws.
The Dragon-Rearing Lord took out a small golden vat—small relative to him; relative to Shen Mu, this golden vat could serve as a great cauldron large enough to boil two or three people without difficulty. The Dragon-Rearing Lord scooped a vat of molten rock from the river, then took a bit of gold powder from a bag and sprinkled it into the molten rock, waiting quietly.
Shen Mu leaned in to look.
The gold powder merged with the molten rock and gradually began to change. The Dragon-Rearing Lord casually tossed him a golden book and a Taotie Pouch, saying, "There is something strange about this dragon vein; it seems not merely a dragon vein. I must perform a rite to examine what trick lies within. You first refine a few batches of pills to feed the dragons.
The book contains pill formulas—do not make a mistake. " Shen Mu assented and took the golden book. It was called the Classic of Dragon Husbandry. Shen Mu opened it and read through.
The golden book recorded methods of raising dragons, the various kinds and habits of dragons, ways to control them, and only at the end what each kind of dragon ate. Shen Mu paid little attention to the spirit pills recorded within; what intrigued him were the refining techniques. The Alchemist had taught him many kinds of pill-refining methods, but some of the medicine-refining techniques in the Classic of Dragon Husbandry the Alchemist had never taught him.