Chapter 43: I originally wanted to sternly rebuke him, but his offer was simply too generous!
Hearing Fang Zheng's instructions, Jiang Tingting stood in a daze for a moment before snapping back to reality like waking from a dream. Enduring the excruciating pain in her physical body and primordial spirit, she struggled to suppress her surging power from leaking outward.
She produced the Divine Source Box and took out all the Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma she had previously stored away.
Resembling crimson-gold jade ruyis, the Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma emitted a supremely pure medicinal fragrance throughout its entire body.
At that moment, the five divine dragons, who had been lying on the table in a daze, also turned their heads one after another. Staring at the jade ruyi-like fungi and gazing upon what Fang Zheng referred to as "food," they could not help but swallow hard.
Immediately afterward, Fang Zheng had Jiang Tingting drop the Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma onto the ground, while he himself placed several blocks of TNT on the floor and ignited them.
In the Minecraft world, resources cannot be gathered normally under Creative Mode without directly using the inventory. One of the few ways to obtain dropped items from blocks is to utilize the explosive effect of TNT.
The explosion of TNT destroys surrounding objects and turns them into block drops, though the drop rate is not one hundred percent.
Fang Zheng had tried this method previously on the Immortal Path, but the results were rather poor.
Those projections of cosmic laws possessed a much stronger resistance to explosions than Minecraft obsidian. Although Creative Mode allowed him to smash them directly while ignoring their durability, apart from that, no amount of TNT could shake them in the slightest.
Yet now, this spiritual herb named the Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma, though it took several millennia to grow and required absorbing endless nether-yin malevolent forces, did not possess a very high inherent durability.
Even if an ordinary child were to take a bite out of it, they would easily snap off a chunk.
Rustle, rustle, rustle... Boom!
Accompanied by the explosion, dozens of small jade ruyi drops floated on the ground.
In the inventory, a brand-new plant refreshed itself, and Fang Zheng had acquired yet another new item.
He looked at the five divine dragons on the table, whose mouths were wide open yet remained completely motionless, and asked, "Alright, using this as food should be sufficient, right?"
Since the people of this world could not directly pick up dropped items, and a block-shaped body lacked the action of handing items over, it was necessary to use chests for the transfer.
Fang Zheng filled the ground with chests, and every single chest was packed to the brim with Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma.
He asked the three members of the Jiang family—who had been stunned for a long time and were now utterly numb—to help take out these medicine kings and toss them all into the blood pool.
Soon, tens of thousands of stalks of Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma, which could be considered the most precious and peerless medicine kings even below undying medicine status, were thrown into the imperial-grade supreme essential blood pool brimming with primordial yin force.
The essential blood, permeated with ultimate-grade pressure, disintegrated the bodies of the Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma, purging all impurities, leaving behind only the absolute purest trace of medicinal potency absorbed by the vitality of the essential blood.
The terrifyingly powerful primordial yin force inherently contained within the essential blood underwent a wondrous reaction with the gentle, pure yang medicinal potency contained in the Netherworld Yang-Shedding Bone Ganoderma—which, though insufficient in quantity, possessed a special property—making its vitality even more potent.
It seemed as though it were coming back to life, beginning to spawn all sorts of anomalous visions.
The intensely viscous blood spawned various vague humanoid figures, and even grew white bones, struggling as if trying to escape the blood pool, only to instantly transform back into blood water and merge into it. Truly, it was a magnificent sight of a hellish sea of blood.
The blood pool, which originally possessed a clear bloody hue resembling a ruby, now saw its shallow surface layer grow thick, with tendrils of chaotic mist drifting within it.
Coupled with the numerous blood-colored figures struggling on the surface of the pool, it looked just like a bubbling pot of thick tomato soup, instantly greatly whetting one's appetite.
Nearby, Jiang Wen's aged face, covered in the gullies of time, could no longer maintain its composure after enduring for a long time.
The corners of his eyes twitched incessantly as he gazed at the horrifying scene of the blood pool. His previously gentle expression had completely collapsed.
Under the intense warning signals sent forth by his primordial spirit, he wanted to escape at all costs, yet as he sniffed the fragrance drifting in the air, his throat kept swallowing saliva.
His physical body and primordial spirit, nearing the end of their lifespans and on the verge of collapse, kept telling him that as long as he refined the negligible amount of vital blood, medicinal potency, and divine energy within this terrifying blood pool—
Even if it were only one ten-thousandth, one hundred-millionth...
That alone would be enough to extend his life by at least another five thousand years!
This staggeringly immense vitality was even enough to allow him—who had once been fortunate enough to consume the fruit of an undying medicine and live out a second life—to live out a third life once more!
Jiang Wen swallowed hard, acutely realizing that let alone a useless waste like him at the third tier of the Quasi-Emperor realm, just this mouthful of the blood pool would be enough for the entire universe!
It would allow all the hidden self-斬 (self-slain) Supreme-tier figures within all the life restricted zones across the entire universe to once again live out the peak imperial destiny of a lifetime!
The instinct of his physical body and primordial spirit was forcing him to flee immediately, while at the same time driving him to impulsive agitation, urging him to throw himself fiercely into it.
Yet his reason was frantically warning him that this was Imperial Blood; if he dared to throw himself in, he would be obliterated into nothingness on the spot by the ultimate-grade pressure.
"So..." Fang Zheng turned his head to look at the five divine dragons.
Observing their long-unclosed mouths, he softly asked, "Adding some food into the mix, these should be enough for you to eat, right?"
"If you can all be fed your fill, do you still need to kill people, to slaughter sentient beings, and to endlessly devour the strong?"
"If the cultivators of your world can all be fed their fill, they probably won't fight anymore, right?"
The dragons remained as dumb as wooden chickens, lying motionless by the table like five lizard specimens.
Yet, faintly, Fang Zheng saw clear, sparkling saliva continually streaming out from their wide-open mouths.
The dragons had originally wanted to sharply reprimand Fang Zheng, claiming that feeding them like this was an insult to their dignity.
Unfortunately, he offered way too much!
It wasn't until Fang Zheng asked for the third consecutive time that the five divine dragons finally snapped out of it as if waking from a great dream.
"I... I..." The dragon that spoke first was filled with tremors and panic, stammering incessantly without ever managing to spit out a complete sentence.
"I won't eat people anymore! I won't go! I really won't go!" The second dragon had completely lost its composure and reason, mechanically repeating those few shrieks over and over again, unable to squeeze out any other words.
The third dragon was likewise unable to speak. It simply went wild, struggling to leap down from the table.
The moment it hit the ground, the weak impact was magnified by the secret technique of the Ruins Mirror Gallery, and instantly, most of the bones throughout its body shattered, blood staining its scales.
Yet even with pain piercing straight to its bone marrow, it could no longer care. Like a small snake, it struggled to writhe its body forward, coiled around the feet of the block-man, and tried its hardest to widen its eyes, striving to present a pitiful, coquettish expression with its ferocious head.
...
Nearby, within Jiang Wen's Dantian sea of consciousness, his primordial spirit was continuously chanting calming scriptures.
After a long while, he finally calmed down. Looking at the comical and ridiculous appearance of those five divine dragons, a myriad of complex emotions churned within his heart.
He wanted to shout angrily: *(This is the essential blood of our human Saint Emperor! How precious it is! How could such lowly loach-like beings covet it?)*
Yet reason told him that the ownership of this essential blood belonged to Fang Zheng. Possessing such terrifying abilities, what qualification did a mere Quasi-Emperor like Jiang Wen have to speak up?
Besides...
At the thought of the parting instructions given earlier by the Hengyu Furnace, Jiang Wen's barely pacified heart surged with excitement once again.
The resurrection of the Great Emperor Hengyu might truly not be a distant and illusory falsehood.
The supreme divine might of this mysterious block-man right before his eyes might genuinely be able to resurrect their ancestor!
If he were to offend him and cause disgust due to a moment of impulse and a loose tongue, he would likely become the eternal sinner who committed the greatest sin in the Jiang family for hundreds of thousands of years!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the atmosphere grew somewhat awkward. The three members of the Jiang family and the five divine dragons took quite a while to slowly recover from the shock.
Or rather, they had been thoroughly numbed by the succession of relentless impacts.
At this moment, those five divine dragons looked precisely like five domesticated little snakes, tightly coiled around Fang Zheng's block-like body, trying their utmost to act coquettishly.
The noble bloodline inherited from the dragon race caused almost all serpentine and dragon-like species to naturally possess an extraordinary sense of pride.
This pride originating from the depths of their bloodline, like a crown bestowed by birth, meant they never easily submitted.
Or rather, they would never submit to those of a baser bloodline.
Even if they were to become a cultivator's mount, they rarely acknowledged a master-servant distinction, basically forming a lord-vassal relationship or an equal partnership instead.
However...
Fang Zheng simply offered far too much!