The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

"You also know that if there are children, naturally there should be parents, and parents mean there are tribes. When tribes are defeated, naturally there will be a bunch of orphaned children."

"And these children with Frost Titan bloodlines need you, the Titan Vanguard, to take care of and nurture them. Your ability to transform from a small Titan into a Mystic Cultivator depends on it."

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"Becoming the founder of the Titan School depends on how well you can nurture this group of children!"

This grand scheme was painted for Taishan, almost making him burst from fullness.

"I also want the Titan School, but my understanding of my own talent is quite clear. If it weren't for Hana's help in accidentally obtaining the power of the Life Angel, I would have difficulty even becoming a level 15 Druid in this lifetime."

"You always tell me that I will become the Life Titan in the future, making me almost think that I am actually a genius, but let alone achieving Life Titan…"

"I can't even develop a complete combat form for the Life Angel, let alone sublimate my life essence from a human with a bit of Titan bloodline into a Life Angel."

Developing the Life Angel combat form—essentially, Taishan is still human. Even Bearman Gae-Oge can't say that he has sublimated his life essence from an ordinary Bearman into a Thunder Roar that commands lightning.

Atilan smiled and patted Taishan's shoulder, praising him:

"You say you're not a genius, but look at your height. You're almost bigger than my Minotaur Lista. Who would think you're an ordinary human when you leave the forest?"

"You're practically a half-giant now!"

When he first awakened the power of the Life Angel, Taishan was just a sturdy young man of 1.9 meters, cultivating Titan Transformation and tempering his body. Now, his height has already exceeded 2.6 meters.

Lista was 2.5 meters tall when Atilan first captured him. The White Bull's soul guided him to meditate, practice Totem War Dance, and absorb the earth's energy to temper his body.

Now he is already 2.8 meters tall. Including the black and shiny bull horns on his head, Lista's height directly exceeds three meters!

Atilan also deserves some credit for this. He ate so many Life Acorns, but he didn't absorb all the life energy contained in the acorns.

During meditation, he integrated the excess energy that the Dragon Body couldn't accommodate into the Water of Life, then added various herbs to brew medicinal wine, which he rewarded to meritorious subordinates.

Lista and Fischer devote a considerable amount of energy to managing the kingdom, naturally reducing their training time. The medicinal wine provided by Atilan can just improve their training efficiency.

Taishan's height increase is also somewhat related to this medicinal wine.

Taishan couldn't help but sigh.

"What's the use of growing taller? Even Old Urchin, such a talented Druid, can't break through to Legend, and is going to die young before he even reaches five hundred years old."

"Someone as foolish as me is probably going to have difficulty even reaching level 18 and obtaining a long-lived body."

Although Taishan already has the power seed of the Life Angel, irrigating the seed to grow requires more than just investing various resources to strengthen the seed.

Wisdom is the key to controlling power. If Taishan doesn't understand the power of the Life Angel thoroughly enough, what awaits him after the power grows is not breaking through to Legend, but losing control.

"Old Urchin can't break through to Legend not because the threshold for Legend is too high. For the clever Old Urchin, Legend should have been just his beginning."

The Ocean Dragon Soul may not be available, and it's estimated that it will take Atilan more than fifty years to grow to the point where he can create Life Crystals that extend lifespan, especially to treat Old Urchin's intractable diseases.

It seems that if we want to treat Old Urchin's problem, we really can only ask the gods for help, but among the remaining demigods of the Council of Nature, only the Spring Goddess is good at healing.

Are there any other gods?

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Atilan's mind.

"I've thought of a solution! I'm going to find Old Urchin now!"

Atilan soared into the sky, and Taishan raised his hand to block the air wave, protecting the pig's knuckle he hadn't finished eating.

After the air wave subsided, he looked at Atilan's departing back and shouted:

"You should at least tell me what the solution is!"

"You'll know soon."

Ever since he knew that he was going to die soon, Old Urchin completely began to enjoy himself. In the past, he was barely hanging on with the idea of revenge and breaking through to Legend. Now, revenge has been handed over to the Bearmen, and the possibility of breaking through to Legend has also been completely buried for the sake of revenge.

Having completely lost his pursuit, Old Urchin naturally began to slack off.

Because his body was severely overdrawn, Bloodstained forbade Old Urchin from using high-powered spells. He simply stopped using any spells, relying entirely on his rabbit chariot for travel, and relying on the small toys he used to make casually for casting spells.

He was just a dying old man. Atilan felt that he wouldn't live for more than two years like this.

At this moment, Old Urchin was lying quietly on a chair, basking in the sun, occasionally taking a sip of sweet honey water, living an incomparably comfortable life.

Atilan landed beside him and said in a heavy tone:

"Old Urchin, I have bad news for you. Master and the others failed to seal Deathclaw."

Old Urchin just glanced at him, continued drinking honey water, and even ate a piece of apple biscuit.

"I'm just about to die, not stupid. The surging water element outside is making such a big commotion, how could I not sense it? Besides, I believe in Gae-Oge."

"Get to the point. What exactly do you want from me by running here?"

Atilan said with a cheeky smile:

"Master and the others are indeed sure to seal Deathclaw, but even if they seal Deathclaw, don't you want to personally take revenge on the Council of Death? Shouldn't your enemies be limited to Deathclaw alone?"

"Don't you want to completely destroy the Council of Death?"

Old Urchin patted his withered body.

"Look at me, this old geezer. Do I look like I can kill a level 40 Necromancer? I'm about to die, and I'm no match for them alive, let alone dead."

"You can't possibly be here to persuade me to become a Necromancer before I die, right?"

"Of course not!"

Atilan brought his head close to Old Urchin and tempted him:

"If there is a way that might extend your lifespan, but might have great side effects, would you like to try it?"

"What way?"

Old Urchin cooperated and asked Atilan, as if he were teasing a child. Atilan could only pretend not to see it and continued to speak on his own.

"Mantou God! Although Mantou God is a fictional god we created, the gathered power of faith is not enough, but it should be no problem to use this power of faith to create a Divine Artifact."

"For example, creating a mantou that can heal injuries and increase lifespan, what do you think?"

"I don't think so. The power of faith is the power of faith. The crystal left after being tempered by divine fire is the divine power. The power of faith we have accumulated is actually not even a drop of divine power when converted."

Hiss, that is indeed a problem.

"How about we hold a food competition with the theme of pasta?"

Old Urchin clapped his hands, brushing off the biscuit crumbs on his hands.

"It's not a special day now. What reason are you planning to use to hold a food competition?"

Atilan patted his hand confidently.

"Who said you have to have a special day to hold a competition? Isn't this the kind of thing you can do whenever you want? Everyone has been in contact with mantou for more than a year, and they must have a lot of their own ideas."

"Various ingredients can be added to mantou. As long as you want, you can put anything in it: apples, walnuts, mushrooms, beef, mutton."

"Even the shape of the mantou doesn't have to be a sealed circle. An unsealed square, or even two slices of mantou sandwiching a meat patty, can still be called a mantou!"

"This pasta competition is about everyone's creativity. The Four Gods Mountain Sea Eight Treasures Soul Suppressing Mantou adds eight kinds of rare materials. I don't believe that everyone hasn't thought about putting their favorite ingredients in it after eating it."

"Using everyone's enthusiasm for their favorite ingredients and pasta mantou to gather more power of faith, this power of faith, with a strong desire to get the mantou they want most, should be able to create the healing mantou you want, right?"

Old Urchin sat up straight from the recliner. The lazy appearance of the past was swept away. Only because he couldn't see any hope was Old Urchin so lazy and decadent.

Even the High Priest of the Flying Spaghetti Monster Church, who had some of the deepest understanding of this illusory god, couldn't be sure even now if the influence of the Spaghetti Monster's power of faith on him had been completely removed.

"I agree. I will personally participate in this Noodle and Pastry Culinary Competition, and I will use the various ingredients with strong life energy that I have cultivated to make a longevity steamed bun!"

"That will be the best carrier for the Spaghetti Monster's divine power creation. Although the power of faith combined with the steamed buns I make cannot compare to a true divine power creation."

"But it should allow my body to recover to a certain extent, at least not much worse than the Spring of the Spring Goddess. One steamed bun a year, and I can eat until the side effects of the power of faith explode."

Atilan looked at the old urchin who had become optimistic again and clapped his hands with a smile.

"That's the old urchin I know!"

The venue for the culinary competition was not in the forest, but on the grassland.

Because many Druids are now on the front lines of the grassland, even if the war in the desert has temporarily come to an end, the construction of the grassland has already begun and cannot be easily stopped.

This culinary competition is just right to show those enemies who are secretly spying on the Druids' movements the Druids' determination to take root in the desert and turn it into a green land!

Hedwig, the owl sleeping in the treetop nest, was glanced at by Atilan, and her feathers exploded. She overheard the entire conversation between Atilan and the old urchin.

She didn't understand the specific details, but she was very clear that holding such a competition required messengers to pass messages between the Druids, and this messenger, very likely, no, definitely was her!

But Atilan's next words made Hedwig breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, Hedwig. This time, you don't need to go to the grassland to deliver messages. You just need to notify the remaining Druids in the forest and see if any of them want to sign up for the competition."

Although notifying the remaining Druids in the forest was also a lot of work, Hedwig could still accept it compared to flying to the distant desert to deliver messages.

But her clever little brain always felt like something was wrong.

The Leopard Woman, who was also assigned the task of planting dandelions, was currently on vacation in Green Scale Town because she had completed the task excellently. In fact, there were only a few places where she would appear.

The kitchen of Green Scale Town, the Wine Woman's wine cellar, and her own nest.

Representing eating, drinking, and sleeping!

Since the Leopard Woman was in Green Scale Town, she was naturally in the kitchen, crazily devouring her favorite honey bread.

Although the Leopard Woman ate ten honey breads in one breath, she still frowned and said:

"Why does it feel like today's honey bread isn't as good as before? Chef, give me ten more."

The Merman chef's mouth twitched a few times, but he still took the bread from the oven and handed it to the Leopard Woman.

"The one who is best at making honey bread is a halfling who joined the kitchen later. He should have gone to support the Dwarven Kingdom with the Dragon Lord now. It is said that the Frost Giants are advancing rapidly and are about to break through the northern defense line of the Dwarven Kingdom."

"Further east is the halfling town. In order to prevent the Frost Giants from attacking their hometown, many halflings have volunteered to go to the front lines to cook for the soldiers."

"Is that so? I didn't expect that besides the desert, the north has also started a war."

The Leopard Woman, who had quickly finished ten more honey breads, patted her stomach.

"Half full. I'll go to the Wine Woman's house to get some wine to drink!"

Twenty honey breads would have filled even a Minotaur's stomach. The Merman chef didn't expect that the slender young woman in front of him, who wasn't even as strong as him, could eat so much.

He was a chef who had recently been selected from the east. Because he was good at making noodles and pastries, he was arranged to work in Green Scale Town.

Other places don't need chefs who are good at making exquisite noodles and pastries.

Things like noodles and pastries, from kneading the dough, leavening the dough to baking the bread, cannot be made in less than an hour or two. Ordinary people like Mermen and Minotaurs need food that is quick to serve, large in quantity, and filling.

Noodles and pastries are too luxurious for them.

So he was sent to serve the Dragon Lord, and at the same time, under the Dragon Lord's orders, to serve the Druids who came to eat.

Just then, Hedwig flew into the cafeteria, found the Leopard Woman, and showed her the notice hanging on her chest.

"Noodle and Pastry Culinary Competition, wrap everything you want to eat into a steamed bun, show everyone the deliciousness in your heart, and let everyone decide whose steamed bun is the most delicious."

"Competition location: Desert Grassland, Competition time: Seven days later, looking forward to your participation, Atilan."

The Leopard Woman's eyes lit up immediately. She had long wanted to try what apple honey buns tasted like. This was a good opportunity. Her apple honey buns would definitely be a great success!

Hedwig patted the Leopard Woman with her wings, reminding her to look at the line at the bottom.

"Reminder, this culinary competition does not provide ingredients. Please prepare the ingredients needed to make the steamed buns yourself."

"No problem, I know where the best apples and honey are."

The Leopard Woman suddenly looked at Atilan's magic wheat field with a wicked smile.

"I also know where the most delicious magic wheat is, hehehe ~ ~"

The Merman chef also heard it and looked at the Leopard Woman expectantly and asked:

"Miss Druid, may I participate in this competition?"

The Leopard Woman said without thinking:

"No problem. Your Dragon Lord didn't say that only Druids can participate in the competition. I think all chefs can participate. You can ask if there are any other chefs who want to participate."

"I'll go borrow a car from the old urchin, and then everyone can go to the desert to participate in the competition together!"

The goal of this competition is to collect the power of faith. Atilan certainly hopes that there will be more chefs participating. Anyway, the quality of the power of faith provided by chefs who love cooking will not be too bad.

The already lively grassland became even more lively because of Atilan's arrival and the announcement of the Noodle and Pastry Culinary Competition in six days. Everyone began to discuss what kind of steamed buns to make at that time.

An old Druid, whose teeth were almost falling out, said with nostalgia:

"My hometown ferments black beans into a kind of soy bean with a slight odor. I want to wrap the soy beans in steamed buns to see if they taste good. I'll go make soy beans now."

Another old Druid who had eaten soy beans seemed to recall that taste and said with a distorted face:

"Don't. It's been fifty years. As soon as I hear soy beans, I can think of that taste. Is that a bit smelly? That's quite smelly, okay!"

His whole person was about to collapse.

"You don't understand. Soy beans are best when they are stinkier, especially that sticky texture, it's the best!"

Atilan noticed Shana in the corner. Her face was very strange. Combining the fact that this girl was cultivating poisonous insects, Atilan was very worried.

He immediately walked towards Shana.

"Shana, what filling are you planning to add to the steamed buns?"

Shana immediately showed a strange smile.

"Hehehe ~ ~ You'll know when the time comes. I guarantee you'll be happy with every bite."

"I knew you were going to add your fire poison worms in it. Are you sure everyone won't be poisoned if they eat it?"

Shana waved her hand casually.

"I've already tried it on those Kobolds you arranged for me. Don't worry, not a single Kobold was poisoned. At most, they just had diarrhea. No one will die."

Atilan said sternly with a dark face:

"Diarrhea is a sign of poisoning!"

Shana immediately retorted:

"No! Because my insects have the effect of strengthening the body, diarrhea is just to help them expel the impurities from their bodies. If you don't believe me, find a few poison fire Kobolds and see if their bodies are much stronger."

"I am a master of toxicology, how could I make a mistake? You think the steamed buns I make will poison everyone, that's questioning my ability!"

Atilan quickly waved his hand and said:

"Don't, you're putting such a big hat on me as soon as you open your mouth. Don't worry and do it boldly. As long as it's delicious, even if it's poisonous, I don't think everyone will feel anything."

"The premise is that magic can undo your poison. There are many old men and women here, don't eat them to death."

Shana confidently crossed her arms in front of her chest, squeezing out an amazing abyss.

"Just wait and taste the poison fire steamed buns I made with poison! Toxins can best stimulate the taste buds and let you experience the ultimate deliciousness!"

Atilan took a breath of cold air. Why did he feel that Shana was a bit like those chefs in the dark cooking world?

"Take it easy!"