The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

"Just tell me if there's a way! If I knew that the Electric Eel King could sublimate into a Nature Spirit, I would have definitely let him live until he died of old age."

Old Rascal waved his hand, and said leisurely:

"It's hard to say whether the birth of the Electric Eel Spirit has anything to do with you killing the Eel King in advance. It was your dragon might that allowed the Eel King's spirit to transcend the limits of his bloodline, which gave him this possibility."

"If he died of old age naturally, his spiritual thoughts would have decayed. Even if an Electric Eel Spirit could still be born, it wouldn't be as outstanding as this one. Compared to the Blue Fish and White Bull, he's too dazzling."

Dazzling doesn't refer to the golden luster of the Electric Eel Spirit, but to his talent for mobilizing natural energy.

The Blue Fish's talent is the worst of the three. It's unknown what magical beast the White Bull transformed from into a Nature Spirit, but judging from the fact that he has basically reached the intelligence level of a normal adult human, the White Bull must have been a powerful big guy in life.

As for the Eel King, his strength in life was indeed not bad, but he was not qualified to give birth to a Nature Spirit of this quality. Attilan somewhat believed what Old Rascal said, that it was because of him that such an excellent Electric Eel Spirit was born.

Comparing the talents of the three spirits, the Blue Fish is like a green card, the White Bull is like a blue card, and the Electric Eel is a gold card. Attilan is not very confident in taming such a spirit of heaven and earth.

"So how can I gain his approval and have him follow me in cultivation?"

"Well..."

Old Rascal suddenly rubbed his belly, looking at Attilan with a smile.

"After saying so much, I think you must be hungry. I'll have the kitchen prepare a table of delicacies for you. I would love to cook for you personally, but I still need to use the Lightning of Life to attract the Electric Eel Spirit."

"I really can't get away, please forgive me."

Old Rascal casually waved his hand.

"It's okay, as long as the dishes are delicious and can fill an entire table."

Attilan showed a considerate smile.

"Please wait a moment."

Attilan waved to the merman serving beside him and instructed:

"Have the kitchen use the best ingredients to prepare a table of dishes and send them up, a little faster."

Soon the dishes were all served, and Old Rascal looked at Attilan with satisfaction.

"As expected of a gourmet expert, the chefs you've guided are becoming more and more skilled."

Old Rascal took a few bites of each dish, occasionally humming with satisfaction and nodding incessantly.

"Can you talk now, dear Old Rascal?"

Old Rascal paused his chopsticks and said slowly:

"This matter is very difficult."

Although Attilan also wanted to be like a certain bird, angrily overturn the table full of delicacies, and say, 'If it's difficult, then forget it.'

But he still held back, and Old Rascal's bad taste was very strong. When he said this, it was obvious that he felt one meal was not enough.

"Three times, whenever you want to eat, I'll have them make you a table that's even more lavish than this one, what do you think?"

"Still a bit difficult."

"One week, no more than that, Greenscale Town only has this much rare ingredients stored."

Old Rascal then showed a satisfied smile.

"Alright, I'll give you some guidance now. Actually, the key to taming the Electric Eel Spirit lies in the other two spirits!"

"Ah?"

Attilan didn't quite understand.

"This is a newly born spirit. If he can live with other spirits, he will definitely be willing to stay. So, all you need to do is have the Blue Fish, White Bull, and Electric Eel become friends."

"You wanted a whole week's worth of top-notch feasts just for this simple sentence?"

Attilan asked through gritted teeth.

Old Rascal calmly picked up a pear blossom shortbread and ate it.

"I remember there was once a person who said a very classic saying of mine, something about 'a word of true transmission is worth more than ten thousand scrolls of false transmission'. Do you know this person?"

"Thanks, Old Rascal, I'll go summon the Blue Fish and White Bull now."

Attilan cast a spell to summon the White Bull, and looked at the snow-white White Bull, exuding an aura of sacred majesty, especially its two large horns, sharp and straight, like two sharp swords.

"Big Horned Bull, go play with them. This Electric Eel is very important to my cultivation, please. I will definitely instruct Lista to calmly sit down and meditate with you for a week."

"What do you think?"

Anything else wouldn't work, but as long as the matter involved Lista, it became very easy to persuade the White Bull.

With a moo, the White Bull strode towards the Electric Eel.

To be honest. Attilan was very curious, the White Bull could agree to various conditions for Lista, it couldn't be that this Nature Spirit had fallen in love with Lista, right?

But Nature Spirits have no gender, and there is no such thing as love.

Could it be that the White Bull and Lista were lovers in their previous lives, also a white minotaur, who became a White Bull Spirit after death?

It doesn't seem like it. Although Lista is almost thirty years old, he doesn't have a wife yet. That's right, as the strongest warrior among the minotaurs, he actually doesn't have a wife!

It's not that those brave and good-at-fighting female minotaurs don't like him, it's completely that Lista doesn't feel anything for those stupid female minotaurs. Lista hopes that his wife is an intelligent female minotaur.

So that he can pass on his head, which is the only relatively intelligent one among the minotaurs, so he has been single until now. Even among the yaks, who have relatively higher intelligence, there is no one who suits his heart.

In another two years, Lista can change his job to become an Earth Element Mage.

The land stepped on by the White Bull was stained with a layer of ochre halo, and instantly attracted the attention of the Electric Eel, who was spitting out electric balls, and turned into a bolt of lightning, quickly appearing next to the White Bull.

The White Bull was shocked. He had traveled north and south for so many years, and the Electric Eel was really the fastest Nature Spirit he had ever seen.

Although the White Bull had only wandered around the southwestern Great Desert a few times, he had only seen two or three spirits, and they were all weaker than the Blue Fish. He wouldn't see them again the next time he went, and even the oasis where the spirits lived would be destroyed.

The Electric Eel spat out a lightning bubble towards the White Bull as a greeting, and the White Bull also created a round earth ball and handed it to the Electric Eel.

Unfortunately, the newly born Electric Eel couldn't lift the heavy earth ball with its illusory energy body.

After all, a spirit is more of a soul-state being than a biological one.

The electric eel was very distressed. It really wanted to pick up the gift its new friend had given it, but no matter how hard it tried, it just couldn't touch it. In the end, the electric eel became even more frustrated and sent out a fierce bolt of lightning, shattering the earthen ball.

Atilan saw this as an opportunity!

"Little electric eel, do you want to pick up the gift the white bull gave you?"

The electric eel nodded.

"I have a way, would you like to know it?"

The electric eel nodded again.

"This method also requires a little help from your two new friends, and it will take a relatively long time. I wonder if you would be willing to stay here temporarily?"

"If you stay here, I can also introduce you to more good friends."

Upon hearing the words 'good friends,' the electric eel immediately nodded frantically.

Atilan revealed a smile of success. Right now, he looked like a strange uncle trying to lure a child with goldfish.

"Very good, now I will introduce you to a new friend."

"Zhu Bei, come out."

Zhu Bei was the giant river clam that Atilan had raised for two years. During her transformation into a mirage dragon, perhaps she was infected by the mirage energy, and her shell gradually changed from blue-white to bright red.

It was a bit too flamboyant, but this color also gave her name an idea: Zhu Bei, simple and descriptive.

Hearing Atilan's call, Zhu Bei, who was originally lurking at the bottom of the water, silently absorbing and releasing water elements, slowly floated to the surface. Her gorgeous shell instantly attracted the newborn electric eel.

It circled Zhu Bei non-stop. Seeming to dislike the silvery-white electric currents surrounding the electric eel's body, Zhu Bei felt that it was like an annoying fly.

Furthermore, due to the potential harm the electric current could cause her, Zhu Bei directly stirred up a surge of water element after the weak electric current stimulated her shell, sending the electric eel flying out.

Just as Atilan wanted to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, he suddenly realized that the electric eel had become even more enthusiastic, and this enthusiasm seemed to carry a hint of something different.

"Old Prankster, what do you think?"

"I'm watching from the sidelines. With this Zhu Bei, the thing you're worried about shouldn't happen. Unless Zhu Bei dies, the electric eel spirit won't leave."

"No, the little electric eel would probably seek revenge for Zhu Bei, even if it would likely end in its own death."

Atilan shook his head. A love-struck brain was unacceptable. Why were all the people around him, the wise and mighty Dragon Lord, a bunch of love-struck fools?

A half-goat person, an Old Prankster, and now an eel.

It was simply the end!

"Actually, knowing you can't win and still going to your death not only doesn't avenge anyone but also costs you your own life. Do you think it's worth it?"

"Without her in the world, what's the point of living?"

Atilan took a deep breath, feeling a tightness in his chest. Could it be that even dragons could be angered to the point of heart disease?

The Old Prankster shook his head with a smile.

"Don't worry, I promised her that I would live well with her share, so I naturally won't actively seek death."

Really?

"You love-struck fools, how should I save you? You're beyond saving, just wait to die."

Indeed, he still hated love-struck brains the most. Discussing love with a love-struck brain, he was really crazy. He should think about how to use the power of these three spirits to transform the environment of the wetlands.

"Old Prankster, I remember you once mentioned a method of using the power of spirits to purify and transform the surrounding natural environment, thereby changing the low energy concentration into a cultivation paradise using a magic array."

"Do you think Qing Yu and the other two can operate this magic array?"

The Old Prankster simply glanced and said:

"You haven't even gathered the most basic earth, wind, water, and fire. Do you think they can do it?"

"Just say 'but'."

The Old Prankster said with a smile:

"But who told me to be the most outstanding elemental druid in this world? Even if there are only natural spirits of earth, water, and lightning, I can still design a magic array to transform the environment."

"What are your conditions?"

"No conditions. Today, I witnessed a pure and innocent love, and I'm in a good mood now, so I'll design it for you for free."

Love-struck brains were simply the best!

Thank goodness for love-struck brains. He had finally gotten the cunning Old Prankster for free.

The Old Prankster, a representative who wouldn't act without seeing the benefits, indeed, everything had its value, including love-struck brains.

"However, I can design a natural energy purification and transformation array that only requires earth, water, and wind to operate, but among the three of them, only the white bull meets the conditions to operate the array."

"So you need to train them well. Once they meet the standards, I will naturally give you the corresponding magic array scroll."

Atilan narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

"Could it be that you can't produce the design drawings in a short time, so you're using this trick to delay?"

The Old Prankster coughed and said calmly:

"Some things are best seen through but not spoken. What do you think? I'm not a god, how could I spin around in my mind and come up with a perfect magic array design for you to try to cultivate?"

"Then the cultivation methods for the electric eel and Qing Yu, including the white bull and Zhu Bei, you should at least give some guidance, right?"

"That's no problem, but I can only give cultivation advice from an elemental perspective. At the same time, there's one condition: you also have to join elemental cultivation."

Atilan pointed at himself in surprise.

"Me? Why?"

"After sealing the bloodline of the ocean dragon, you actually showed a very outstanding talent for elemental manipulation. Not just the water element, but also the fire element that clashes with the water element, you can control it freely."

"I have reason to believe that you are actually the elemental genius I've been looking for! I only realized when I was about to die a few days ago that the elemental school knowledge I inherited from my teachers has not yet found a suitable successor!"

Atilan was puzzled.

"How could a simple ocean dragon have such a high elemental affinity? And according to what you said, it seems to be all the elements?"

"That's impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if the ocean dragon bloodline is sealed, my other elemental affinities can't be that high."

The Old Prankster just looked at him with a smile and said something very terrifying.

"Is there a possibility? That you are not a purebred ocean dragon?"

Atilan's expression was strange, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

"What do you mean! Are you saying I'm a hybrid! ?"

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