Even dragon bones can be gnawed!
These two have gone berserk, havenât they?
Watching Big Gua and Little Gua continuously gnawing on the dragon tail bone, Wen Ping suddenly felt he had gained a deeper understanding of the Palace Guards from an earlier era. No wonder they werenât afraid of the Flood Dragonâs pressure, tying its whiskers into knots upon reaching the Immortal Sect.
Originally thought they were too young and oblivious, but upon reflection, it might not be as he initially believed.
He didnât have the time to ponder this question deeply; instead, he asked the system in his mind, "System, with them eating like this, if they eat the entire dragon tail bone, can they destroy the entrance to the Secret Realm?"
If not, then they cannot continue eating like this.
What if something changes!
"Yes."
The system gave a definite answer.
Possibly fearing Wen Ping wouldnât understand, it explained again: "The Secret Realm is a space distorted by vein amplitude, capable of bearing limited power, which forces them to exclusively rely on a specific space or object. Once this space or object gets destroyed, the Secret Realm will be buried in the Qu Realm, only having a chance to reconnect with another space or object a thousand years later."
"Got it, let them keep eating; saves me from using the Vortex Cannon." Who knows what the cannon will need to be used for later?
Best not to use it now if possible.
Retracting his gaze from the dragon tail bone, Wen Ping looked at the nearby Mountain Dogs and quietly issued an order, "You two keep watch around here, if anyone from the Dragon God Sect approaches, leave none alive, but donât make a big scene."
Woof!
Woof!
The Mountain Dogs barked twice, their whole bodies suddenly igniting with blue flames, before diving headfirst into the nearby grass.
With the Mountain Dogs gone, Wen Ping turned to Long Ke. At this time, Long Ke was staring at the two Palace Guards, his eyes filled with a peculiar gleam, as if contemplating something or in surprise.
"Elder Zhao." Wen Ping called out.
Long Ke slightly turned his head towards Wen Ping and asked, "Whatâs the matter?"
"You go open the Meridian Gate of Chen Mountain; this person is still useful to me now and canât just die."
To deal with the Dragon God Sect, one must have someone who understands it thoroughly.
Meanwhile, this person must be under his control, must have entirely renounced inclination towards the Dragon God Sect. The system had shown him some information about Chen Mountain, though brief, it was enough to know he was without parents.
Unattached!
The only concern within the Dragon God Sect was the cultivation technique and Vein Technique in the Dragon Pond Secret Realm. This was part of the reason Chen Mountain resented this system. Such people are easier to use.
Long Ke nodded, reluctantly withdrawing his gaze from the Palace Guards, and then walked back the way he came.
At this time, a few more bodies lay on the steps, blood flowing down the stairs. As Long Ke descended, Chen Mountain happened to pull his knife from someoneâs chest, wiped it a bit, and intended to walk down.
"Kid, come here!"
Hearing someone calling him from behind, Chen Mountain turned back immediately, seeing it was Long Ke made him inexplicably tense.
"Senior."
After responding, Chen Mountain walked upwards, with numerous thoughts popping in his head at every step, yet the closer he got to Long Ke, the less tense he felt. Because he knew, if Long Ke wanted to kill him, it wouldnât have been this long without action.
With only a few steps between them, Chen Mountain hurriedly explained the bloodshed behind him, "Senior, these few were all highly talented disciples of the Dragon God Sect. Killing them is severing the sectâs future. Iâm heading down a bit further to intercept people; I wonât be discovered."
"Stretch out your hand."
Long Ke didnât bother with unnecessary words to Chen Mountain.
How he acted, how many he killed, were Chen Mountainâs blood debts, as long as he didnât make a major mistake to draw people, it didnât concern her.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With three Meridian Gates opened, Long Ke reached towards Chen Mountainâs arm, amidst the slight trembling of the Meridian Gates, lifting the original seal directly.
Feeling the return of the Meridian Gates, Chen Mountain was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Sect Leader Wen!"
"Less talking, more doing." She knew if Wen Ping were here, heâd surely concoct another lie for Chen Mountain, manipulating him to do things better for him, but she wasnât in the mood. Honestly, she felt Chen Mountain was despicable, being so ruthless as to kill his own kind for self-survival.
She didnât care to speak more; she believed Wen Ping wouldnât let such a person remain, and would surely kill him after all this.
Chen Mountain neither felt nor realized this point, still immersed in the joy of reopening his Meridian Gates, took several steps back and turned to walk down the stone steps.
Meanwhile, at the mountain top, as time went by, Big Gua and Little Gua had already bitten off a large portion of the dragon tail bone; eating a bit further would reach the Secret Realm entrance. Nothing else needed to be done but fragment the dragon bone there, erasing the entrance to the Secret Realm.
Once the Dragon Pond Secret Realm disappears, as Chen Mountain mentioned, the Dragon God Sectâs legacy would be severed!
Because the Dragon God Sectâs cultivation techniques and Vein Techniques arenât inheritable; the ones that can be inherited are mediocre, acquired from other forces or bought. They arenât sufficient as the foundation for a Four-star Giant Influence.
Wen Ping was calculating the time mentally and planning his next move as well.
The foundation of a sectâs establishment is its people.
To gather people, resources and the power foundation are needed.
Power foundation is divided into three types: powerful upper echelons, potent Vein Technique, and deep cultivation techniques. The latter two Wen Ping had found ways to break, as for the powerful upper echelons, eliminating them requires further planning.
Itâs not something to be done now.
The next step should be the destruction of resources. Specifically, the destruction of movable resources. Movable resources for a sect are used for its construction, disciple cultivation, and sect consumption.
Which is the White Crystal!
White Crystal is both currency and a necessity for cultivation, and can also purchase Celestial Materials and other treasures.
As a sect that has been entrenched for thousands of years, with an utterly perfected system, there must be a Treasure Vault for storing White Crystalâwhere thereâs enough for half a year, maybe even a yearâs worth of White Crystal, Celestial Materials, and treasures.
"Hehe."
Thinking about this, Wen Ping felt exhilarated.
Itâs akin to ambushing the logistics of an army; the benefits are immense.
As Wen Ping was finalizing his plan, Big Gua and Little Gua had stopped eating, their bellies round and full like inflated balls, seemingly ready to burst.
As they slowly approached Wen Ping, cautious yet with eyes showing satisfaction.
This is a feeling they canât get from eating White Crystal usually.
Seeing the Secret Realm entrance had vanished, Wen Ping couldnât resist squatting down to scratch under their chins, praising, "You two did well, once the Dragon God Sect disappears from Xuanse Lake, Iâll bring you back here to feast on dragon bones again."
Upon hearing Wen Pingâs words, the two little ones opened their mouths and nodded, or seemed to want to say something to Wen Ping. In any case, they radiated an intense sense of happiness.
"Itâs time to go."
Saying that, Wen Ping retrieved three White Rings from the Storage Ring, randomly found three corpses on the ground, and affixed the White Rings on their faces.
Wearing a White Ring, Wen Ping ceased being Wen Ping.
He transformed into a youthful-looking man carrying a steady presence.