The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan's annoyance was noticed by the Old Codger, who glared at Attilan and questioned him in a bad mood:

"Do you think that now that White Deer is helping you screen for the most suitable secondary bloodline for disguise, you don't need me anymore?"

Attilan immediately replied seriously:

"Absolutely not! I wouldn't be where I am today without your help, Old Codger. After all, Grand-Aunt only came down for inspection and will leave us sooner or later. I'll still need your help with many things in the future."

"I'm just thinking about how everyone can work together harmoniously to get things done. I don't have a large reserve of magical ingredients here, so the dishes I prepare for you tomorrow might be more refined."

White Deer raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What do you mean by 'refined'?"

The Old Codger revealed Attilan's secret without hesitation.

"Refined means that the portion sizes of the dishes will be smaller, while the taste will improve a little, and the presentation will be better. In short, it's all about looking good but not being substantial."

The druids in the forest did cultivate some animals and plants containing magical power, but those were their experimental materials and cultivation aids.

It was impossible for Attilan to rudely take them and directly turn them into dishes.

If he wanted to eat magical cuisine, he could only use the goods produced in Green Scale Town to exchange for various magical materials from the druids, or wait for the druids attending his banquets to bring some presentable gifts.

These were usually the results of their experiments, but the quantities wouldn't be large.

To have enough magical cuisine to treat White Deer, whose stomach capacity was comparable to a dragon's, every day, Attilan had to rob Peter to pay Paul, relying on his reputation to borrow from the druids.

This time, for the new disguise identity, Attilan would have to transform into a diligent farmer, using his Water of Life to irrigate and feed the druids' experimental products.

Everyone's accumulated magical materials, even the unhatched chicks, had to be taken out to feed White Deer.

To have a sufficient supply of ingredients, Attilan had to squeeze out as much Water of Life as possible, which could accelerate the growth of plants and animals.

Although he was an Ocean Wyrm, the amount of Water of Life he could produce in a day was considerable, but that was only enough to supply a few druids for cultivation. Once expanded to use in farms for raising magical animals and plants.

Even with the addition of golden wheat bran and other byproducts with a bit of magical power, if he wanted to quickly ripen them and ensure the quality of the ingredients, the yield would definitely not increase.

Attilan's magical ingredient industry was still too weak. White Deer's mouth alone almost bankrupted him, but considering White Deer's identity as a goddess, it wasn't unacceptable.

There were many materials in the forest that could assist in cultivation, but not many were suitable for making magical cuisine, and some variety improvement was needed.

Most druids, accustomed to a hard life, were unwilling to waste time participating in this kind of improvement that only increased the taste and not the medicinal effect.

Magic potions were a bit bitter, but in this life, suffering was inevitable. Even those born with a silver spoon in their mouths couldn't avoid suffering.

At most, because everyone's roles and identities were different, the suffering they endured was also different.

Just like White Deer felt that cultivation was bitter, being trained by her parents in turn was a nightmare for her entire life.

The training that Attilan had experienced, White Deer had also experienced it all, over and over again. Elves were good at healing, and bringing the dead back to life and regrowing flesh from bones were just basic skills to her.

The White Deer Goddess was good at fighting and knew best how to force out all the potential of the trainees.

Being locked on by White Deer's killing intent, the feeling of being enveloped by the fear of death, stimulated a will to survive that easily over-consumed the body, causing it to become deficient.

White Deer's large appetite was actually developed during that period.

"I won't argue with you this time, but next time I come, the magical cuisine you provide must be able to fill me up."

"No problem, but I'm curious, why is Grand-Aunt's speed of digesting different magical power so fast?"

White Deer said triumphantly:

"The growth rate of the Divine Child is too slow, otherwise I wouldn't have taken two hundred years to get the opportunity to go out and gain experience."

Attilan nodded knowingly. He also felt that the speed of improving his strength had slowed down recently. The magical materials in the forest that could accelerate and enhance his strength.

Although his Water of Life nourished them, the growth rate was slightly faster, but it couldn't keep up with his speed of getting stronger, so the result was that his speed of getting stronger was slowing down.

The most core cultivation treasure in the forest was actually the acorn provided by the Ancient Tree of Life, but even with Attilan's lightning and Water of Life, the Old Tree's speed of getting stronger was as slow as a turtle crawling.

Attilan's auxiliary effect was not omnipotent. What the Old Tree needed to break through was his life limit. It was already very good that he could grow from an ordinary treant to an Oak Sentinel.

Even within the entire Council of Nature, there were not many Ancient Trees of Life.

If it was easy to cultivate Ancient Trees of Life with a challenge rating of 13, up to level 15, who wouldn't want to cultivate a few more?

But there was no way, that was the way it was. Treants' thinking was relatively dull, and it was difficult to use the power of emotions to achieve a breakthrough.

Compared to other treants of the same race, the Old Tree was already very active. The speed of his thinking was faster than that of normal humans. Communicating with him didn't have the sluggishness of other treants, like the feeling of an old electronic product lagging, making people anxious and irritable.

Perhaps White Deer would be the Old Tree's opportunity. Attilan couldn't help him, but White Deer might be able to.

It seemed necessary to arrange an acorn feast for White Deer after today's awakening ceremony!

"Let's start quickly, I can't wait. I just had a good idea for a magical dish, Grand-Aunt will definitely like it."

"No problem!"

White Deer flew into the air, her hand placed on Attilan's head again. Accompanied by a faint white light, Attilan felt as if his bones were being burned by flames, and his body began to become scalding hot.

Just as Attilan's consciousness gradually became blurred, he vaguely heard White Deer's voice.

"Carefully feel this power and guide it out from the depths of your bloodline."

Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, a mouthful of scorching flames spewed out from Attilan's mouth, and his dragon scales briefly turned light red, then quickly returned to the turquoise green of the Ocean Wyrm.

Bai Lu was also a little surprised. She didn't expect that within the body of an Ocean Sub-dragon, which had the potential to become an Elemental Dragon King, the second highest concentration of bloodline would actually be a Purgatory Sub-dragon.

Old Urchin muttered to himself, not at all surprised. He felt it was like a divine arrangement: they were vying for a suspected Flame Dragon God's pearl, while Atilan's bloodline was that of a Purgatory Sub-dragon.

The Purgatory Dragon Soul seemed tailor-made for Atilan.

The Purgatory Dragon Soul was indeed hidden, but everyone knew it was still underground in the Great Southwestern Desert, and hadn't left this world.

It was just waiting for someone with destiny to find it and use its power to fulfill their ambitions.

In Atilan's mental world, just like the last time he transformed into a Frost Sub-dragon, he once again transformed into a Purgatory Sub-dragon swimming in magma.

That kind of scorching life, the formidable destructive force filling the dragon's body, deeply attracted Atilan. No wonder the Purgatory Sub-dragon was recognized as the strongest elemental dragon.

With that kind of dragon body, completely born for battle, who wouldn't be afraid!

The Ocean Sub-dragon could contend with the Purgatory Sub-dragon, relying on attribute counters. Not only water and fire elements, but also vitality and destructive force were sharply opposed.

Often, the Ocean Sub-dragon had the advantage in the early stages, the Purgatory Sub-dragon had the advantage in the mid-stages, and the later stages were a fifty-fifty split depending on development. In the very late stages, everyone became an Ancient Dragon, climbing towards higher realms.

The Ocean Sub-dragon's vitality, applied to their own cultivation, gave them a slight advantage over the Purgatory Sub-dragon.

The Purgatory Sub-dragon had a weakness: they were irritable and easily angered, unsuitable for following a clearly defined path to becoming a God-Sealed Dragon. War and plunder were their preferred domains.

Just briefly transforming into a Purgatory Sub-dragon in his mental world, Atilan felt a desire to destroy something after waking up.

Fire was like that, wanting to burn all combustibles in sight.

Bai Lu shook her head and cast a beam of light to calm Atilan's mind.

"After all, you're not a true Purgatory Sub-dragon. You've only just awakened a bit of the bloodline, and it's already boiling uncontrollably."

Atilan smiled awkwardly.

"So I still need the help of Grand-Uncle Master and Old Urchin."

"Hey, if you call me Grand-Uncle Master again, I won't help you."

"Okay, Bai Lu."

Atilan's greatest strength was his sufficiently flexible bottom line.

"Awakening should have consumed a lot of your stamina and energy. Old Urchin's body is in good condition now, and he doesn't need to soak in the Spring of Life. It's perfect for you to use."

"After you recover, we'll proceed with the second awakening."

Atilan asked in surprise:

"Isn't it enough to awaken just one elemental bloodline?"

"That's right, but you can't be considered to have fully awakened the Purgatory Sub-dragon bloodline yet. The Frost Sub-dragon bloodline that Old Urchin helped you open earlier also needs to be arranged for."

"I see."

Compared to Old Urchin, who awakened the complete Frost Sub-dragon bloodline in one go, Bai Lu's awakening method, which didn't require an energy source, required more attempts.

"Will awakening the Purgatory Sub-dragon bloodline affect the cultivation of my original bloodline? If I can't become an Ocean Elemental Dragon King, wouldn't I be at a big loss?"

"Don't worry, there definitely won't be a problem. I'll help you design a secret technique to ensure you can make good use of the other elemental dragon bloodlines in your body, allowing these bloodlines to nourish the growth of the Ocean bloodline."

"Perhaps your speed in breaking through to become an Elemental Dragon King will be even faster than expected."

Bai Lu patted Atilan's head with an air of seniority.

"Although I don't really like the title of Grand-Uncle Master, you can rest assured that with a genius like you appearing in the School of Life, my father and I will also gain some prestige."

"Alright, go and rest."

"I'm not…"

Atilan was about to take two steps to prove that he was fine, but his legs went weak and he collapsed directly onto the ground, unable to get up no matter what.

"Why does my body suddenly have no strength?"

Most importantly, he didn't even feel drained at all.

Bai Lu laughed directly, clutching her stomach and rolling around in the air.

Old Urchin shook his head and said:

"You've been tricked by Bai Lu. That girl has the most schemes. Who told you not to prepare magical cuisine for this old man? So don't blame me for not reminding you."

From the moment Bai Lu and Old Urchin teamed up to trick him out of another magical cuisine meal, he should have realized that anyone who could be so close to Old Urchin couldn't be a proper person!

"Old Urchin, help me out and send me to soak in the Spring of Life. I'll prepare a Life Acorn Feast for you tomorrow, guaranteeing you'll experience all kinds of novel delicacies made from acorns."

"That flavor, just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

Life Acorns were rare and precious things. They tasted good even when eaten raw, let alone made into magical cuisine.

When Bai Lu was young and cultivating, the Life Acorns she roasted over a fire were basically the only sweetness in her life.

So she decisively stepped forward and lifted Atilan up.

"I'll help you!"

Old Urchin pointed at her angrily.

"Spineless, you agreed so easily for a little food. Do you believe that if you didn't agree, I could have squeezed even more good stuff out of him?"

Atilan watched Bai Lu walk over, wrap his body with magic, and then lift his several-ton dragon body with one hand, without the ground sinking in the slightest.

"What kind of ability is that?"

"A secret technique for exercising the body. My mother taught it to me. Want to learn it? I'll teach you."

That tone was similar to the one he used when teasing the Leopard Woman at the Noodle and Delicacies Convention.

"No, this secret technique isn't suitable for you. I'll modify it and fuse it with your bloodline awakening secret technique, striving to let you use it directly until you achieve Quasi-God status."

"Is it that amazing?"

"Of course. Even Geer's Thunderous Roar form's cultivation secret technique was perfected by Bai Lu for him. Otherwise, do you think Geer, with that brain of his, could come up with such a strong secret technique?"

Indeed, with that bear man's brain, Atilan also felt that he would only foolishly use lightning to strike himself.

"In secret technique cultivation and design, Bai Lu completely inherited her parents' talents. The School of Life and the School of War were created little by little by Demigod Mu Jiao and Demigod Bai Lu's accumulated secret techniques."

"Bai Lu's talent in this area even surpasses her parents. It's not impossible for her to tailor a secret technique for you, activating the eight bloodlines in your body and combining them into a brand new, powerful bloodline."

Bai Lu stroked her chin and took out paper and pen from her pocket.

"Old Urchin reminded me. Let's call this secret technique 'Nine Life Transformations Before Becoming a Dragon God'. What do you think?"

Atilan nodded. It was just the Nine Transformations of the Dragon God. This name was good.