The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Azure wind, crimson fire, cerulean water, and ochre earth, symbolizing the four elements, churned in the air, eventually converging to form a pattern of the Four Symbols, swirling around the steaming Soul-Soothing Buns.

Gazing at the wind-aspected White Tiger in the sky, the tiger-man couldn't help but clench his fists, asking the goat-man:

"Did you tell Little Dragon about the Four Symbols?"

The goat-man shook his head.

"I don't know where he learned it from, probably his inherited memories. He said that the Elemental Dragons have a poor relationship with the Metallic Dragons and Chromatic Dragons."

"They often traverse through the four elemental planes to other material planes, so their inherited memories are more extensive than those of the Metallic and Chromatic Dragons."

"Why don't you just go and ask him?"

The tiger-man looked at Attilan, who was chatting jovially with the Old Rascal, and didn't want to go over just yet. She wanted to see how deep Attilan's understanding of the Four Symbols was before deciding whether to share the information about the Wind-Thunder Dual Wings and the White Tiger Dharma Body with him.

"We trust you with this because you are a child, yet you have raised your Druid level to level 6 in such a short time. That's why we must entrust this to you."

Through this short hour of observation, Attilan found that these children were still very simple and honest, and it wouldn't be difficult to manage them, but to teach them to become excellent Druids...

Sorry, he couldn't do it.

"Senior, I'm afraid I'll mislead them."

The Old Rascal casually waved his hand.

"Don't worry, they don't have a master yet, and not every Druid can reach level 20 and become a Great Druid. Below level 10, or even level 5, is the norm for most Druids."

"You know that your master is a rare Legendary Druid in the Council of Nature, so why do you think the young Druids in the forest are ordinary people? They are actually rare geniuses."

"It's just that they all have some problems, which is why they were sent here to study."

Attilan couldn't help but nod.

"Eagle King believes that with his talent, if he follows the strictest Gaeag to cultivate, he might be able to retain his youthful appearance and become a Great Druid."

Attilan looked at Eagle King, who was processing ingredients and preparing the second batch of Soul-Soothing Buns, with a smile that was not quite a smile. He didn't expect that this serious-looking guy was actually a narcissistic face-con.

If you want to stay young forever, you can come to me, or other means.

No, Eagle King's idea is that a Druid's appearance and age represent his talent and effort to a certain extent. Only Druids who have cultivated seriously since childhood can achieve having a youthful appearance in their twenties when they obtain the Longevity Body characteristic at level 18.

Eagle King is proud. If he uses other means to maintain his youthful appearance, he can't fool himself. What he pursues is self-satisfaction, not the worship of others.

Attilan nodded in agreement. An Eagle King with ambition is exactly the kind of man he values!

"It's good that you agreed."

Hearing the Old Rascal's words, Attilan quickly turned his head and said:

"Ah! What did I agree to?"

"Agreed to take care of and train these children. I will send them to Green Scale Town tomorrow."

"No, Senior, you can't do this. They will be led astray by me!"

The Old Rascal said with a smile:

"If they have one-tenth of your bad ideas, I won't have to worry about their future. Even if they don't become outstanding Druids, they can at least live a carefree life."

One-tenth? Am I a born villain in your eyes?

"Senior, the oldest of them should be six or seven years old, and the youngest is only four years old. What do you want me to teach them? I can't start teaching them how to plant trees and balance the natural ecology of the forest at such a young age, can I?"

"Planting trees? Where would Druid apprentices learn that? What they need to learn is herbal identification, the domains of various gods in the natural pantheon, emblems, sacred words, observing nature, and nurturing animal companions."

"When they are older, they will learn to control animal companions to fight, learn arcane knowledge, and prepare to perceive natural magic to obtain Druid spells. Only by understanding enough arcane knowledge in advance can they learn and completely master a certain spell outside of the spell slots."

"Of course, melee skills also need to be mastered accordingly. This is at least three years, and at most nine years, of apprenticeship education. Only after they become level 1 Druids can they carry out the cultivation of balancing nature, such as planting trees, breeding animals, and restoring food chains."

Attilan asked ignorantly:

"They have to cultivate for such a long time before they can become level 1 Druids? Don't they meditate all these years?"

The Old Rascal retorted angrily:

"How can they sense and accumulate natural magic without meditating? Can they become stronger just by breathing?"

Attilan exhaled a breath containing the aura of life.

"Isn't that the case?"

"You brat! That's the talent of the Ocean Dragon, it can't be counted on Druid cultivation!"

Attilan said as a matter of course:

"But the first time I meditated after receiving my master's baptism, I absorbed enough natural magic to become a level 1 Druid. That's not the talent of the Ocean Dragon, is it?"

The Old Rascal directly rolled up his sleeves.

"Do you think I'm just a level 20 Druid and can't deal with you, a little dragon? Are you sure your Druid cultivation is completely without the help of the Ocean Dragon's talent?"

"I have a spell here that can seal your Ocean Dragon's talent by using the connection between the Ocean Dragon and the power of water element. This way, you can clearly sense how deep your connection with nature is when you sense nature through meditation without relying on the Ocean Dragon bloodline."

"The power of the Druid spells you cast using spell slots can determine the quality of your talent."

Attilan's eyes lit up. The sealing spell developed by the Old Rascal is simply the most suitable for people like Attilan with very strong bloodline talents. This kind of load-bearing training has no effect on those without special bloodlines.

But for Attilan, an Ocean Dragon, especially a genius among Ocean Dragons, it is very valuable.

Just like with the help of bloodline, Attilan's cultivation speed is 250. Maybe after sealing the Ocean Dragon bloodline, Attilan is only left with 50. The cultivation speed will definitely slow down.

But the difficulty of controlling 250 and controlling 50 is completely different. Many geniuses with powerful talent may waste a lot of time controlling their own powerful power. It is difficult for them to precisely control the power.

Because there is too much power, they can't spend it all!

The only thing the tiger-man surpasses him in is that the tiger-man has achieved the ultimate control over his body and qi. Attilan is different. Is it really that he doesn't want to exercise his body?

It's that the time he needs to control his body to the same precise degree as the tiger-man is much longer, so he chooses to focus his attention on other areas that are easier for him to precisely control.

Such as the power of water element, such as spells!

As a newly born hatchling, Attilan definitely has the talent for water element power and spellcasting, but his talent has not yet been displayed, so in this regard he has an advantage over ordinary people, but the advantage is not too great.

So much that it affects his own control in turn.

The long growth period of dragons, in addition to the slow growth, the most important thing is that dragons need several times, or even ten times, the time than other races to control their bodies.

This body includes physical body, magic power, spells, majestic aura, and other soul abilities.

For example, the appearance of gold dragons is not good-looking, but they can't stand the fact that they have good charm, because the charm of gold dragons is emitted from the depths of the soul from the inside out.

After listening to Attilan's thoughts, the Old Rascal fell silent.

Even without the bloodline of the Ocean Dragon, just by listening to his introduction, Attilan can think of a method of cultivation using elemental seals. He is an out-and-out genius.

"You see, I said you are a genius. I am relieved to leave these little sprouts to you! As for the training you mentioned, I will take you to try it when I have the opportunity."

He raised his hand to close Attilan's mouth, and even conjured a vine and tied a bow.

"Say no more! I want to be alone!"

Looking at the Old Rascal's slightly lonely figure walking to the corner, Attilan shrugged and ignored him.

The aroma of the Soul-Soothing Buns is coming out. Turn off the heat and simmer for another five minutes before taking them out of the pot.

"This first batch will be distributed to everyone present. Everyone has contributed. At the same time, I hope that everyone will continue to work hard on the second batch to be sent to the masters. After eating the Soul-Soothing Buns, you will be full of energy!"

"Bring out your best state, let the masters see our seriousness and hard work in cultivation, and integrate the natural spirit of the Druid into the carving of the Soul-Soothing Buns. Does everyone have confidence!"

"Yes!"

The leopard girl, this social terrorist, shouted the loudest and jumped the highest.

"Okay, it's almost time, open the lid!"

A golden light penetrated the white water vapor, causing the Druids to widen their eyes, and the children directly surrounded the steamer.

"Don't rush, everyone has a share, a full eight for each person!"

It's the amount of a small steamed bun. Even children can eat one bite at a time. Of course, this child is a little centaur. He is the oldest and a bit like the old centaur.

Watching the little centaur eat one bite at a time, Attilan walked to the old centaur who was smoking a pipe.

"Your son?"

The old centaur directly smacked him with a pipe.

"I'm over a hundred years old, how could I have such a young son! This is my grandson's son! This kid's Druid talent should be good. At a young age, he can control the tribe's warhorses to obey his commands."

Attilan asked curiously:

"Warhorses? You are not centaurs, why do you raise warhorses?"

"We don't need them, the humans in the north need them. Every two or three years, they have to fight the grassland orcs in the north. Their warhorses suffer too much loss in the face of the orcs' dire wolves."

"Every year, we provide a hundred warhorses, and the grain we exchange is enough for us to eat for a whole year."

Attilan frowned.

"That's too cheap. There are only three hundred people in your tribe. A hundred warhorses only exchanged for so little grain. You are too kind. Let me do the business!"

"I guarantee your income will double!"

"That would be great."

At this time, Lulu urgently found Attilan, pulled him aside, and asked, holding up the Azure Dragon bun:

"Why does this Soul-Soothing Bun of yours give me the feeling that it is so similar to the cooking with the power of faith in the Immortal Court?"

Attilan said with a smile:

"It's not similar, it's the same thing."

Lulu's eyes widened immediately!