Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 676: Transforming Dragon Pond

"Young Priest, these are the numbers compiled by our Jiang clan. There are a total of 167,000 people from 30,000 households in 28 villages in one city."

The old man handed over a stone slab tremblingly, and said in his mouth:

"Miao Cui, not more than a hundred people."

"Oh!" The newly appointed young priest Wanxiang took the slate in a little surprise:

"The number of people in the clan is counted so clearly?"

"Hasn't there been a few lies?"

The people in this world can't even unify their language, and the words used in the records are even more abstract, and they can actually count the number of clansmen in detail.

This is undoubtedly beyond Vientiane's expectations.

"The young priest has never dealt with matters before, so he doesn't know much about it." The old man stroked his beard lightly and said:

"Sacrificing to the Dragon God requires living and living people, and the moon and the moon cannot be spared. If anyone conceals the report, it is disrespectful to the Dragon God."

"I can't do it myself!"

"not to mention……"

"The newborn clansmen all need to enter Hualongchi to bathe and cleanse their bodies. Every one of them must be registered in the register. Naturally, there cannot be fewer."

"So that's how it is." Vientiane suddenly said:

"Thank you, I'll report to the patriarch right away."

"Young Priest." The old man stretched out one hand and stopped him, with a look of hesitation on his face, and after thinking about it, he lowered his voice and asked:

"Patriarch, have you really been favored by the Dragon God?"

Although they saw the vision of the fire dragon soaring into the sky with their own eyes, many members of the Jiang clan still had doubts about Mo Qiu's words.

The old man is one of them.

"Of course." Wan Xiang seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"The patriarch and I came back from the dead, how can it be false?"

"Oh!" The old man raised his eyebrows:

"Could it be that the young priest also dreamed of meeting the Dragon God and was able to teach him a wonderful method?"

"Not bad." Vientiane nodded.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the breeze in the field was ups and downs. As he stretched out his hand and flexed his fingers a little, dark clouds and thunder billowed not far away.

"rain!"

The sound fell, followed by the patter of rain.

The old man opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

There are also many powerful people in the clan, but calling the wind and calling the rain is not the supernatural power of the three-headed dragons, so it is impossible for them to do so.

Instead, they heard that the Yu Clan in the distance had this supernatural power.

Moreover, Vientiane's spellcasting seems to be different, directly commanding the world, which is different from the people the old man has encountered in his life.

Is it possible...

Is it really favored by the Dragon God?

After suppressing the other party, Wanxiang bowed his hands and left, and Shi Shiran went to the main hall.

inside the hall.

Jiang Hao, the patriarch of the Jiang clan, was sitting on a stone chair, holding a roll of animal skin, frowning tightly, examining the content on it.

"Master!"

Vientiane surrendered.

"Call me patriarch." Mo Qiu raised his head and said slowly:

"There are many dragon descendants in this world, with different supernatural powers, and the human race is also extraordinary. If someone hears about it, it may cause trouble."

"Yes, patriarch." Vientiane should be, and presented the slate in his hand:

"The Jiang family has a population of more than 167,000 people, and their income is less than a hundred. The average life expectancy is in their early thirties, and those above half a hundred can be called old people."

As he spoke, he explained why the number of people was so detailed.

"Hmm." Mo Qiu nodded, indicating clearly, then threw the animal skin in his hand to the other party, saying:

"Look, I found an interesting thing in the warehouse."

"Oh!" Wanxiang raised his eyebrows, took a glance at the animal skin, and then showed surprise. After unfolding it, he examined it carefully, and said:

"The technique of transforming a dragon?"

"Not bad!" Mo Qiu nodded:

"It's the art of transforming dragons, but the art of transforming dragons of the Jiang family is much simpler and has less potential than that passed down by King Lu."

"That being said..." Wanxiang thought for a while and said:

"There are many clans in this world, and there are even family members of the eight Tianlong clans. Even the Jiang clan has this method, and they will certainly have it."

"What the King of Lu taught him must have come from this realm."

There is a high probability that the law of transforming dragons was obtained from this world, and after tens of thousands of years of improvement, the inheritance left by King Lu today.

"Hmm." Mo Qiu looked thoughtful:

"There are three, six, and nine ranks of dragons in Zanlongtian, and the methods of transforming dragons are also different. The Jiang clan is divided into five ranks according to their strength."

"I took a look. If you cultivate the Dragon Transformation Technique to the fifth level, your strength will be comparable to Daoji Consummation."

The Dao foundation is complete, and it is already extraordinary in the outside world.

But Zanlongtian is full of vitality and active ingenuity. Children of three or four years old can tear tigers and leopards apart, but Daoji is nothing.

Vientiane turned his head sideways, thought for a while and said:

"The Jiang family, there is no one who has cultivated to the fifth level?"

"No." Mo Qiu said:

"The last time the Jiang people had cultivated the skill of transforming dragons to the fifth level was three hundred years ago. Only the Qiang people have this kind of people nearby."

"Since there is a fifth-order dragon transformation technique..." Wanxiang squinted:

"Is there also a sixth level?"

"Of course." Mo Qiuying said:

"Theoretically speaking, this Dragon Transformation Art can be cultivated to the ninth level, which is comparable to Nascent Soul and Ghost King, and it may even be promoted to the tenth level."

"But to practice this method, the upper limit lies in the fused dragon blood."

"For example, for the three-headed dragons offered by the Jiang clan, the fifth level is already the limit. I even suspect that the one from the Jiang clan 300 years ago was not the three-headed dragon."

The ninth-order dragon transformation technique must use the blood of eight dragons.

As for the tenth order...

The several generations of Lu kings in the Underworld should have certain ideas.

"That's right." Wanxiang remembered something and said:

"The Hualong Pond that the patriarch mentioned, I asked for the location."

"oh!"

Moqiu got up and straightened his clothes:

"Go and have a look."

…………

Hualong Pond is located in the southeast of the city, with heavy troops stationed, and a large simple courtyard dedicated to childbirth nearby.

Newborn babies need to be sent to Hualongchi to bathe after three days of adaptation.

Because there are many women and it is an ethnically important place, outsiders are not allowed to visit here.

certainly.

Don't begging as the patriarch, you can come here yourself.

Near a shallow pit about ten meters long, a group of women stood respectfully, with their hands behind their backs, looking at Hualongchi.

The hole is not big,

The pool water is cloudy.

It even stinks.

But there is no doubt that this pit is Hualongchi.

It doesn't match its name, which is a bit disappointing.

"Hualong Pond sounds nice, but it's actually the secretions of the three dragons collected by the Jiang people, including saliva, urine, etc."

Wan Dao said:

"Sometimes, when things are not enough, we will collect dragon feces, use a wooden mallet to squeeze out the water inside, and fill it here."

Mo Qiu was speechless and shook his head slightly.

"A child is here."

While speaking, not far away, several women with babies in their arms came over cautiously, came to the front, and bowed to Mo Qiu.

The Jiang family doesn't have so many rules.

Even if you meet the patriarch, just nod your head.

What's more, children are more important now.

Several people held the baby each, and slowly let the baby sink in the water, muttering to each other on their knees.

"They were praying."

Wan Dao obviously did his homework in advance, Chuan Nian said:

"Children who entered the Hualong Pond may not necessarily be able to withstand the body quenching of the pool water. Nearly 30% of the babies will not be able to survive in the end."

Hearing this, Mo Qiu's expression sank.

Although the dragon is full of treasures, it depends on whether it is blessed to enjoy it, not to mention urine, feces and the like, which often contain miscellaneous gas.

The five babies were like water, crying and screaming immediately.

Before they could even open their eyes, their body orifices were sealed by the foul-smelling liquid, choking, twitching, and howling.

No one in the arena said anything.

Some saw the child being tortured, and showed unbearable faces, while others looked hopefully at the baby who had survived the initial suffering.

Time passed little by little.

Among the five babies, three survived, while the other two showed signs of exhaustion, and one even sank to the bottom of the water, turning blue.

Why!

With a complex look on Wanxiang's face, he suddenly sighed secretly, and lightly tapped the ground with his toes.

"Om..."

A hint of inspiration quietly spread along the ground to the bodies of the two babies, and with a slight tremor, they revived their vitality again.

"Wow……"

Crying, full and powerful.

When everyone heard the sound, their eyes lit up.

After a while.

"All five people passed the baptism." A woman said happily:

"Today's luck is really good. This luck must have been brought by the patriarch. The dragon god will protect them and they will grow up safely."

"Um."

Don't turn around:

"Let's go back."

"yes."

Vientiane should be.

"This world is intertwined with resentment and deep hostility. Even a newborn baby will have hostility in his heart. In addition, he has been quenched by the body fluid of a ferocious dragon..."

On the way back, Mo Qiu spoke slowly:

"The human race here is considered to be born evil."

"Patriarch." Vientiane bowed his head:

"The so-called good and evil are just conventional judgments. I see them acting viciously, and they rarely understand ethics and goodwill."

"In their view, they may not take it seriously."

"..." Mo Qiu turned his head and glanced at him:

"Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist is actually a compassionate person."

"Not really." Vientiane shook his head:

"There are quite a few people who died at my hands. When I didn't practice Taoism back then, the poor Taoist was an ordinary general, and he killed people like hemp."

Don't laugh without saying a word.

"Patriarch!"

Not far away, someone rushed over and said:

"People from the Li clan came to ask why we enshrined that the dragon was dead but not buried. They were very rude and wanted to do something!"

"The Li family?" Mo Qiu thought for a while and said:

"The clan in the west that worships the poisonous dragon?"

"Exactly." The visitor should be.

"Unexpectedly, they were the ones who came to the door first." Mo Qiu waved:

"Kill people and sacrifice to the Dragon God."

"Notify the clansmen that the Li clan is disrespectful to the Dragon God. We will attack under the order of the Dragon God. Except for children under the age of seven, everyone is ready."

"In a few days..."

"I'll attack the Li clan!"

"Here!"