Chapter 141

"Why is this twenty-meter-long, short and chubby dragon classified as a medium dragon? What do you call one fifty meters long, like our true forms?" Nai Aili poked at the bone dragon's bones beneath her with her tiny claw, sounding disgusted.

"……Call it a 'Giant' dragon." Nai Ge Li responded.

"Huh? Aren't all dragons called Giant dragons?" Nai Aili blinked in surprise.

"Strictly speaking, no. Dragons over forty meters are Giant dragons; thirty to forty meters are Large dragons; over twenty meters are Medium dragons; over ten meters are Small dragons."

"Then what kind of dragon is this? Over twenty meters, about the size of Yulanda when she was young—could it be an immature silver dragon?" Brucek chimed in.

Nai Ge Li shook his head: "I don't know, but since it can be resurrected with Purify Spell, it's definitely not any species we know. Either an unknown subspecies, or one of the Guangminglaogou 's creations—like the legendary Holy Dragon."

As he spoke, the three dragonkind turned their heads together toward Ang, who was busy working on the bone dragon's wings, the holy light of Purify Spell flickering with a hiss, just like the gnomes' iron welding technique.

Where the holy light passed, a black membrane of flesh grew rapidly.

At this point, they were already in the sky, a twenty-meter bone dragon flapping its tattered wings as it circled above the Fallen Dragon Lake.

After digging out the dragon carcass, Ang discovered it had already condensed a soul flame under the presence of a Rock-class monarch. The reason he couldn't lift it was because it was deeply stuck in the swamp's mud—this mud, even a living Giant dragon would struggle to free itself from.

Since it already had a soul flame, simply tossing its skull into the pile of bones caused it to snap together into a bone dragon with a crackling sound.

He originally thought it was useless—maybe useful only to scare weaker foes with its size, since even its wings were ruined and it couldn't fly at all.

Compared to the bone dragon, the zombie dragon was far superior, especially one with intact wings—it could fly, and its combat radius and capability were on an entirely different level.

The bone dragon could only run on the ground, essentially a giant skeleton.

So Nai Ge Li and the others began examining the bone dragon, speculating about its species. Nai Ge Li claimed to be the God of Knowledge, but there was no such thing as "Bone Dragon Identification" in the world, so they could only guess.

But halfway through their guesses, they saw Ang sweep Purify Spell over the bone dragon—and suddenly, a layer of flesh membrane covered it. All speculation shattered. This was clearly the same ability as a little angel: resurrecting under holy light. Was it another creation of the Guangmingzhongshen?

Over the next three or four days, Ang went all out, continuously casting Purify Spell, painstakingly restoring the bone dragon's thirty-meter-wide bone wings into functional wings. Though still tattered and not fully healed, the bone dragon was already eager to take flight.

Fine, fly then. Ang pulled everyone aboard and let the bone dragon soar into the air to continue healing.

Just by watching Ang stand steadily atop the flapping wings, it was clear his control over wind elements had deepened significantly—even Nai Aili had to hook her tiny claws to stay balanced.

The little angel and the little zombie were good at picking spots—they crawled into the bone dragon's nasal cavity, each occupying one nostril to peer out. A gust of wind blew, and the zombie yelled, the angel yelled too; the angel yelled again, the zombie yelled even louder, endlessly delighted.

The flesh wings grew increasingly whole, every torn patch repaired. With wings restored, the bone dragon flew more steadily.

Ang returned to the bone dragon's back to keep repairing. Brucek turned away, unable to watch. He swore he'd never again compare endurance with this skeleton.

After shifting his gaze, Brucek quickly spotted something else: "Look, there's a big island. Based on distance and direction, we should be near the lake's center."

Following Brucek's pointing, they saw a distant island, irregularly circular, high in the center and low at the edges, twenty kilometers in diameter—undoubtedly a true big island.

The island was densely vegetated, full of small trees and shrubs. Vegetation thinned toward the edges, but relatively speaking—even in the shallow wetland areas, many aquatic grasses and reeds grew stubbornly.

Ang tilted his head and pointed at the island: "Down."

The bone dragon adjusted direction as if guided by thought, flying straight toward Huxindao.

Nai Ge Li felt a bad premonition and hurriedly said: "What are you doing? We don't have time—we must return soon. Don't do anything reckless."

Too late. Ang leapt directly off the bone dragon, thudding onto the wetland and stomping hard—immediately, the reeds and grasses burst into wild growth.

Fish leapt frantically or darted away in all directions; even saltwater turtles couldn't bear it and surfaced, frantically swimming away.

Insects with short lifespans or slow reflexes died instantly under the Death Aura.

This was why no one had ever thought of using the Death Aura for farming—every animal and insect would die; who would pollinate the crops?

Unless a mage could continuously cast low-level magic with exquisite control precise enough to pollinate.

A few hours later, the wetland bloomed with flowers, more vibrant than ever. Ang swiftly selected the herbaceous plants, using Pollination Spell to gather their nearly invisible pollen, then stuffed it into his hand and flung it into empty air.

Nai Ge Li silently cursed, mentally retreating into Anxi Palace, commanding its Huang Tong Book to fly to the farm.

As expected, the farm was already filled with a previously unseen type of rice—already at pollination stage, each stalk tall and sturdy, bearing long, dense panicles—clearly a high-yield strain.

A name flashed through Nai Ge Li's mind: Demon Rice.

"Ku Ba Da! All these days you've been healing the bone dragon, your other hand never stopped—you've been planting Demon Rice!" Nai Ge Li snapped.

The Demon Rice found on the Spring Wind Druid was only a small bag, insufficient to plant such a vast area. Ang had clearly planted one crop, harvested it, and planted a second.

"Can't you tell me in advance next time!? This Ang, one moment's distraction and he produces a mountain of stuff without warning—leaving this dog advisor too passive!"

"Oh." Ang responded, carefully transferring the herbaceous plant pollen he'd gathered into several stalks of Demon Rice.

Only then did Nai Ge Li notice Ang had divided the vast Demon Rice field into small plots, each containing only four stalks.

Pollen from the same herbaceous plant was applied only to that one plot of four stalks—even if excess pollen remained, it was discarded outright, never allowed to contaminate other plots.

Gazing at the tens of thousands of small plots, Nai Ge Li's scalp prickled: "You're not seriously planning to crossbreed these Demon Rice with ten thousand different herbaceous plants, are you?"

"No." Ang shook his head.

Before Nai Ge Li could relax, Ang added: "Ten thousand per batch."

"Pfft!" So there were second and third batches? Thinking of Ang's habit of repeating farming for a thousand years, if he never bred a good seed, would he repeat it for another thousand?

"Don't do this! We came here only to dig up dragon soil—we should return now." Nai Ge Li was frantic. Ang's carefree nature was driving him mad.

Originally, they'd just come to dig dragon soil, but then saw bird droppings and dug those too; found Demon Rice and planted it; found a bone dragon and dug bones; now he was wasting time on breeding—no plan at all. He'd even promised to meet the undead from Anmian City, and now they were nearly here, yet Ang seemed reluctant to return.

Ang didn't respond.

Nai Ge Li had learned Ang's nature—this silence wasn't "didn't hear," it meant "refused." He hurriedly coaxed: "The Anmian City people are arriving soon. Let's go back first to meet them, then return to breed. Okay?"

"Okay." Ang responded quickly this time.

After collecting all the herbaceous pollen from the accelerated wetland, Ang flew up and landed back on the circling bone dragon, adjusting course toward Hope Oasis.

Without the bone dragon, they could return via teleportation array. Now that they had it, they could only fly back—it wasn't far. From John's information, Hope Oasis was about two hundred kilometers away.

Because the villagers had offered too many soul flames, Ang left behind several tons of grain—enough to feed them for a while.

Nai Ge Li even taught them several ways to process reeds, so they could produce more reed goods to send to the oasis in exchange for grain. Later, they might even build a road connecting the oasis to Fallen Dragon Lake, facilitating transport of bird droppings and goods.

If enough power were mustered to clear the fishmen and water monsters from Fallen Dragon Lake, such a vast body of water alone could support many through fishing resources.

On the return flight, evening had fallen. Before reaching the oasis, night had fully swallowed the sky—but night was when undead were most active, including the bone dragon, whose wings now beat with greater strength.

Brucek noticed this and couldn't help asking: "Aren't undead supposed to fear sunlight? Why don't you seem afraid at all?"

Nai Ge Li shrugged: "We've got someone watching over us."

He'd long noticed this issue—he'd even pulled a regular skeleton out of Anxi Palace and exposed it to sunlight. It didn't take long before it began to crumble, desperately digging into the sand.

After careful analysis, Nai Ge Li realized all undead unaffected by sunlight shared a soul connection with Ang. Those without such a connection truly perished under the sun.

Proper undead had extremely low sun tolerance. Only these improper undead dared roam under the blazing sun.

When Brucek heard "someone watching over us," he instinctively glanced at Ang.

At that moment, a sharp whistle pierced the air—a warning signal.

Ang and the others peered out. In the darkness, a long column was moving between sand dunes—the warning had come from them.

At the whistle, the entire column instantly reacted: they dropped flat, rolled away in all directions, then pressed hard into the loose sand and gravel.

Only vehicles and horses too large to hide remained visible—no trace of the long column remained from just ten seconds earlier.

Everyone stared in awe. Brucek couldn't help praising: "Professional. What are they hiding from? Are they being hunted?"

Everyone exchanged glances. Only the bone dragon's wingbeats echoed through the silent blackness.

Then it clicked. Nai Ge Li said: "Uh… they're hiding from us."

"Who are they? Traveling at midnight?" Nai Ge Li asked. "We startled them—should we…?"

Before he finished, Ang suddenly yelled "Ao!" The bone dragon immediately tilted sideways, rolling over— an arrow as thick as an arm pierced the bone dragon's flesh wing, tearing a large hole. Had it not tilted, the arrow would have struck the bone.

Only after the arrow passed did they hear the twang of the bowstring—the arrow was faster than sound.

"How dare you shoot us?" Brucek roared, leaping down and crashing onto the sand.

Sand erupted in a hissing spray.

But soon, the sand slowed as if entering liquid, then came to a complete stop.

"Slowdown Spell?" Brucek's eyes narrowed, retracting her vertical pupils.

The spell didn't matter—what mattered was the mage who cast it. Such silent, seamless casting was beyond ordinary mages. Yet Brucek sensed no magical fluctuation—could a mage cast invisibly right under her nose?

At the exact moment Brucek retracted her pupils, a shadow blade shot up from the ground, aimed straight between her legs.

"Hah!" Brucek roared, exploding the ground beneath her, launching herself skyward as if blasted by an explosion.

A shadow wielding the blade was shaken from the sand, its long blade flicking rapidly, clinking against the flying debris.

A physically impossible scene unfolded: the shadow used the rebound of the debris like invisible steps, racing toward Brucek at high speed.

Brucek committed a mage's cardinal sin: without followers, she allowed a melee warrior just one rank below her to close in.

At long range, ten high-rank sword saints couldn't defeat a single archmage. But at close range, an archmage was as helpless as a chick in a high-rank sword saint's hands.

Fortunately, Brucek wasn't a feeble mage—she was a powerful gold dragon with formidable melee skills. She immediately lunged with her claw.

Brucek's fingers elongated and thickened, revealing sharp dragon claws. The shadow was startled, one foot kicking the air, twisting its body midair, dodging Brucek's claw and continuing its original slash toward her neck.

The black shadow blade hissed as it cut through the air.

Ang dove down, Death Scythe swinging.

Seeing the Death Scythe, the shadow enemy hesitated slightly.

Nai Ge Li's voice rang out just in time: "Hold! It's an Emperor-level Black Knight—likely from Anmian City."