Legend has it that dragons had nine sons, but this does not an there were only nine. There were also many types of dragons, such as the Candle Dragon, the Coiling Dragon, the Horned Dragon, and the Winged Dragon. There was another kind nad the Sandalwood Dragon, whose body was like wood. It was said that when a Sandalwood Dragon died, its body would completely turn to wood, becoming a tree. If it could blossom and bear fruit, there was hope for resurrection. Once turned to wood, it also beca excellent fuel that could be made into Sandalwood Dragon incense.
At this mont, laid out before Lin Tang were several large boxes neatly filled with Sandalwood Dragon incense. The unique, unlit fragrance was enough to make all his pores open in relaxation.
I've struck it rich! If I'm just a bit luckier, I can use this Sandalwood Dragon incense to communicate with a different dinsion. Perhaps I can draw in a vast amount of rich Spiritual Energy!
As a supre genius, Lin Tang's cultivation progression had only two bottlenecks. First, he had to engage in Dual Cultivation during a breakthrough. Second, he required a massive amount of Spiritual Energy. Unfortunately, the Spiritual Energy in his world was far too sparse, leaving him with nothing to absorb. Just because his world lacked Spiritual Energy, however, didn't an other worlds did.
The incredible power of Sandalwood Dragon incense was that its smoke could forcefully traverse the cracks in space, temporarily linking to other worlds. Although it could not allow physical entities to pass through, the intangible and formless Spiritual Energy could indeed be temporarily siphoned. How could Lin Tang not be excited?
Imdiately, he unceremoniously gathered all the boxes into his Storage Ring. Beyond the Sandalwood Dragon incense, the treasure trove held so other items, but they were of no help to his cultivation. He didn't even give them a second glance.
Returning to the sea surface, he boarded the cruise ship. As Lin Tang looked at Jian Hetian, he suddenly found him quite pleasing to the eye.
"I was originally planning on killing all of you, but in light of your comndable offering of treasure, I'll let it slide," Lin Tang said casually.
Hearing the first part of the sentence, Jian Hetian and the others nearly wet themselves with fear. Only after hearing the second part did they let out a collective sigh of relief.
"We thank the Dragon King for sparing our lives!"
"Though the death penalty may be spared, you won't escape punishnt entirely. From now on, you will be my lackeys," Lin Tang added.
"…Yes!"
"To beco a subordinate of the Dragon King is a blessing we've cultivated our entire lives for!"
"Exactly, exactly! I am so honored!"
"We pay our respects to the Dragon King!"
They quickly fell into their new roles, becoming sycophantic and respectful. They even showed consideration for Lin Tang's interests, suggesting that he must guard against retaliation from Skull Holy Mountain. The Holy Envoy… pah, that perverted old thief, was rely a mid-to-low-level figure within the organization. According to a rumor, their leader, the Skull King, possessed a truly immortal body and could survive even a nuclear blast. Compared to him, Mu Fan's Mu Family wasn't even qualified to carry his shoes.
Lin Tang had never heard of Skull Holy Mountain before, but he figured it was likely another hidden power, similar to Langhuan Holy Land or Fusheng Holy Land. Recalling how he had been chased by the Fusheng Holy Master into hiding within molten lava, a chill ran down his spine. If the Skull King was truly immortal and possessed the terrifying power of a War God, he would surely co after him. Even if Lin Tang hid in lava again, an opponent like that would dare to jump right in after him.
I must hurry and break through to the Nascent Soul Stage! Only then can I defeat a War God! I am still too weak!
An intense sense of urgency made him decide to imdiately find a place to absorb the Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Crystal the Dark Lady had given him. Then, he would use the Sandalwood Dragon incense to connect to another world.
Before leaving, he didn't let the Sandalwood Association sit idle.
"Do you know of a Lin Family that used to be in Central Earth? I've heard they held a great secret that attracted many powerful groups to send assassins after them. So say only Lin Tianyang knew this secret, but I suspect that among those assassins, one might have gotten lucky. They've probably just been too afraid to say anything…"
"What do you an, sir?"
"Investigate! I want to know Lin Tianyang's whereabouts—whether he's dead or alive. I also want a list of everyone who went after the Lin Family, regardless of their status. And I want information on these assassins' families."
"This… It's not that we are unwilling to investigate, but it's been several years. The groups that pursued the Lin Family were all major powers, extrely adept at concealing information. I'm afraid we won't find anything…"
"How the hell would you know you can't find anything if you haven't even searched? Every week, I want a complete file on at least one assassin! If you don't et the quota, I'll randomly kill one of you."
"Ah?"
The n's faces fell as they watched Lin Tang stride away.
"Hey! I haven't caught up yet, wait for ! Dragon King, Dragon King, how can I live without you? Please take with you!" An Jinan cried as he gave chase.
But Lin Tang never looked back.
Several hours after Lin Tang and his group had left the area, a figure appeared, striding across the waves. He moved with incredible speed, never sinking. Behind him followed countless fish of all kinds. Even natural predators and prey swam together in inexplicable peace. They had all lost their sense of self, fervently following this person. If he ordered them to die, they would do so without a mont's hesitation.
The figure, as if sensing sothing, suddenly stopped.
"This should be the place. As long as I get this batch of Sandalwood Dragon incense, I can use the Sacrificial Spirit Platform to connect with the greatest of the demon spirit ancestors and inherit His strongest power!" he said excitedly to himself before diving into the deep sea.
A mont later, he burst from the water and roared at the sky. "Who! Who was it? Who got here first? Who dared to take the destiny that should have been mine? You're courting death!"
His face was that of a young man, yet his voice was like a child's. If Shen Youling were here, she would likely have recognized him. It was Mu Ping'an. As a non-human, his growth rate was different from that of humans. Furthermore, his senses of sight and sll were far superior to those of ordinary people. Even though a long ti had passed since Lin Tang's departure, and the sea breeze had scattered their lingering scent, Mu Ping'an still managed to catch the faintest trace.
He then charged toward the headquarters of the Sandalwood Association.
"Dad, do we really have to follow Long Tianji's orders? He might be strong, but he's just one person. He can't possibly withstand Skull Holy Mountain's retaliation. I'm afraid sticking with him will lead to a bad end," Jian Hansheng said resentfully.
He had, in fact, narrowly escaped his grim fate thanks to Lin Tang killing that old pervert, but he felt no gratitude. He still harbored a deep-seated hatred for Long Tianji.
"Shut your mouth!" Jian Hetian scolded angrily. "Our Sandalwood Association has suffered such heavy losses because of a good-for-nothing troublemaker like you! You don't lack for money or won, so why did you have to target Tianxiang Cardamom? If you hadn't caused this ss, would Long Tianji have co here and killed so many people? I wish I could kill you myself so you could join our fallen brothers!"
Jian Hansheng flinched back as his father's spittle hit his face. "How was I supposed to know beforehand…" he mumbled aggrievedly. "Besides, I was misled by that old bastard, Angry! He's the mastermind!"
"You're still arguing with ? Guards! Bring the family discipline rod! Didn't you hear ? Where the hell is everyone?!" Jian Hetian cursed as he stord outside.
The next mont, he froze, stunned. The ground was littered with dead bodies, and blood flowed like a river. Amidst the piles of corpses stood Mu Ping'an, one half of his body transford into tree branches. Sharp limbs flailed about, slaughtering the remaining survivors.
"Chief… run…" one of his subordinates, his chest already impaled, choked out. His legs dangled in the air, kicking spasmodically as he reached a hand toward Jian Hetian. Then, a branch shot through his open mouth, silencing him forever.
"No!" Jian Hetian scread, collapsing to his knees in imnse pain.
He knew. The Sandalwood Association… was utterly finished.
A short ti later, muttering the na "Long Tianji," Mu Ping'an headed toward Central Earth. Behind him, all the corpses lay withered, completely drained of nourishnt. Only one person was left alive: Jian Hansheng. He stumbled about like a madman, or perhaps a fool, crying one mont and laughing the next. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his pants were soaked with filth.
「Sunset Country.」
In an unremarkable and remote town, the residents appeared to live very ordinary lives. They worked, they rested, they ate simple food, and they wore simple clothes. Though not wealthy, their faces often showed expressions of contentnt and joy. To the rare person who passed through, their impression was one of simple, kind people.
In a decrepit church in the center of town, a priest with a kindly face walked in. His gaze settled on a small boy praying silently. After finishing his prayers, the boy stood up and approached him, his eyes full of expectation. "Kind Father, did you bring a beautiful doll?"
The priest shook his head. "I'm sorry, not this ti."
"Oh, alright then." The boy, clearly disappointed, politely said goodbye and left.
A while later, the priest returned to his room to rest. He had just taken a sip of water when a small head popped in through the window. "Dear Father, did you bring a beautiful doll?"
"Child, I'm sorry, not this ti. I was so close. Next ti, okay? I promise, definitely next ti!" the priest sighed, making a solemn promise.
The boy's face fell again, his lips puckering as if he were about to cry. He held back his tears, waved a polite goodbye once more, and then retreated.
Ti flew by, and evening arrived. The priest had already laid down to rest when a pair of small hands crawled out from under the bed. The little boy slowly peeked his head out, his eyes blinking pitifully. "Great Father, have you brought a beautiful doll?"
The priest sat up and sighed deeply. He walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and took out a gorgeous, frilly Lolita dress. As he began to put it on, he said, "Just wait a little longer. I'll beco a doll and play gas with you!"
"Hee-hee, hee-hee…" The little boy finally laughed, his face lit with pure joy.
SUDDENLY!
BOOM!
The entire house was ripped from its foundations and exploded into pieces.
WHOOSH!
Lin Tang landed on the ground. He turned to look at the priest, whose white hair and beard now flowed down to his waist.
He said with a smile, "Angry, right? Sorry, I'm in a hurry. You have one minute to state your last words."
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