Chapter 440

"This… this is real ancient celestial dragon? Born with fifty million jin of strength?"

Jiang Shenwang could hardly believe it; though fifty million jin of strength meant little to him, he himself had been an ordinary infant at birth, carrying no strength at all.

Yet this tiny creature, just born, already possessed fifty million jin of strength.

This was terrifying.

Imagine if this creature were raised to adulthood—when fully grown, how terrifying it would be; even Holy Lords and Holy Sages might be crushed by a single slap.

"Shenwang, this is an ancient celestial dragon I acquired during one of my travels. If you like it, I give you this little one."

Fang Yu, seeing Jiang Shenwang's stunned expression, spoke—and the words made Jiang Shenwang think he'd misheard.

"This is truly an ancient celestial dragon cub? You're giving it to me? If it grows up…"

"I already have one. Waiting for this little one to grow is too difficult—it requires vast resources. One is enough. Perhaps only with you can it truly thrive."

Fang Yu smiled.

The ancient celestial dragon eggs he possessed numbered far more than one or two—seven in total. With the boundless divine fire of the Fire Domain, hatching another was only natural—but now that the ancient celestial dragon had truly hatched, letting it feed on the Fire Domain's flames might make it unwilling.

Better to give one to Jiang Shenwang; perhaps it truly will grow.

"Very well. Since you insist, I cannot refuse. This ancient celestial dragon cub holds immense significance—if it grows, it can protect my family for thousands of years."

A look of admiration appeared on Jiang Shenwang's face as his gaze shifted, fixed on the newly born ancient celestial dragon.

This tiny creature, just born, already bore countless scales, appearing utterly unbreakable; the scales' seams looked forged from steel, with countless runes flowing across their surface.

Jiang Shenwang could sense that this ancient celestial dragon cub, at birth, possessed not only fifty million jin of divine strength, but was also impervious to water and fire, immune to blades and spears, capable of soaring through heaven and diving into earth—truly formidable.

In this world, there truly existed such a terrifying race.

The ancient celestial dragon clan had always been myth and legend—yet here it truly appeared.

"Thinking of it, I really should visit the major source workshops in the Northern Domain. I don't need life essence, but it does."

Fang Yu had been absorbed these past days in his life-or-death battles with Jiang Shenwang, forgetting he still raised an ancient celestial dragon—clearly, source or divine source was still needed by the ancient celestial dragon.

"Hm?"

Fang Yu suddenly let out a soft exclamation.

His gaze turned toward more than ten li away, noticing that the old man of Zhang Village, Zhang Kuang, seemed to have been beaten.

Zhang Kuang's hair was disheveled, his face swollen, with distinct blue finger marks, blood smeared on his lips and chest—he had clearly been slapped repeatedly.

"Zhang Kuang, pfft, what kind of name is that, making us call you 'Master'? Zhang the Fifth, don't refuse the wine and take the punishment instead. I, Qingxiamen, summoned you to find source veins, yet you dare make excuses and refuse? You've lost your mind—you deserve to be beaten!"

Before Zhang Kuang stood more than a dozen cultivators, among them a young man with a cold sneer.

"This old fool still has some prestige—after a few slaps, the others are ready to fight to the death. If I kill him outright, what will they do?"

Another young man beside the central youth taunted.

"Young Master, this Zhang Wu still has some reputation—he can locate source veins. Though he's a mere ant, Young Master needn't kill him; he still must find source veins for Qingxiamen."

Another young man spoke. "Of course, you may deal with the others as you please—they're all scum. Beat them once, and they'll finally work properly."

"Hmph, these dogs. When Qingxiamen summons you to serve, if you won't cooperate, all of you will be beaten—don't refuse the wine and take the punishment instead."

The Qingxiamen Young Master raised his whip again, striking hard toward the old man's face.

At that moment, bolts of thunder erupted from Shi Zhai, striking the Qingxiamen cultivators.

The cultivators were instantly reduced to ash.

"Shenwang, look at these Men Sects of the Northern Domain—so uneven in quality. Oh no, most deserve to be killed, don't they?"

On top of Shi Zhai, Fang Yu spoke.

"Source stirs—men's hearts grow chaotic."