Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou-Chapter 213 - 211: Deer Grass Flood Dragon’s Blood Flourishes, One Sip Equals Ten Years of Arduous Cultivation
"Brat, the Nine-colored Deer is not a Thunder Element Demon Beast, so eating it will be of no use to you. Give me the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl, and you can name your terms," Lei Zhan said loudly.
Chu Xin glanced at him but did not respond, clutching the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl and continued to watch the white deer.
The white deer nodded and said, "He’s right. This Demon Flood Dragon Pearl contains most of the Demon Flood Dragon’s Silent Annihilation Thunder Rule Power, which is useless to me. If I were to eat it rashly, it would throw the energy in my body into chaos, and might even cause my body to explode and die."
"See, I told you so," said Lei Zhan with a gleam in his eyes, somewhat impatiently urging, "Brat, just give me the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl, and I will not want any other treasures. I could even help you deal with the other Martial Emperors."
As a Thunder Element Martial Emperor, cultivating the Rule Power of the Thunder Element, the Rule Power within the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl was different from his, but it could be completely converted, making the pearl best suited for him.
As long as he got the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl, he would first stabilize these two brats and then find someone to refine the pearl into an elixir; he was sure to break through to the Late Stage of Martial Emperor. It would not be too late then to kill these two brats and seize their treasures.
In that instant, he had all his future plans clear in his mind.
"Don’t listen to his nonsense, brat. It would be better to give me the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl," said the State Governor of Longzhou, among others, piping up.
Although they were not cultivators of Thunder Element Rule Power, and the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl was not much use to them, they could still use it to nurture one of their Peak Martial Saints into a Martial Emperor.
"Ah, the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl, that is our perfect opportunity to break through to Martial Emperor," exclaimed the cultivators, with the Thunder Element Peak Martial Saints’ eyes bulging with desire and greed. But they did not dare to act rashly, for next to the two brats was a white deer comparable to a Mid-Stage Martial Emperor, not to mention that the two brats themselves were extremely powerful.
Chu Xin looked at the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl in her hand and turned her head to glance at the Eight Martial Emperors, speaking in a childish voice, "You just hit me, so I don’t want to give it to you. I would rather give it to a pig than to you."
"Err..."
The Eight Martial Emperors’ expressions froze simultaneously.
"That’s right, the little pig also has Silent Annihilation Thunder. Sister, give the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl to it," said Chu Chen, suddenly turning to the Two-headed Fire Dragon that was eyeing them with its narrow pig eyes, while he was making soup.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about the little pig," exclaimed Chu Xin, suddenly realizing, turning her head towards the Two-headed Fire Dragon and asking, "Little pig, do you want it?"
Neigh!
The Two-headed Fire Dragon nodded its heads eagerly, its eyes also filled with longing.
Ever since it had seen the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl, it had wanted to eat it, but the pearl was too precious for it to brazenly ask for it. It had not expected the two "little demons" to think of it, and it felt deeply touched.
"Then it’s yours," said Chu Xin, not very concerned about the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl, since in any case she did not fancy its dark and unappetizing appearance. She threw it directly to the Two-headed Fire Dragon.
In that moment, all the Thunder Element cultivators and the Eight Martial Emperors wanted to leap through the air to snatch the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl.
But the Eight Martial Emperors were blocked by the Eight Great Battle Forms and could not get away. The other Thunder Element cultivators, seeing the white deer watching closely, ultimately suppressed their urges and did not dare to move.
Neigh!
The Two-headed Fire Dragon sprang into the air, and the left pig head caught the Demon Flood Dragon Pearl in one bite and swallowed it immediately, fearing that being one step slow would lead to it being snatched away.
"Damn brat, to actually feed a pig, that’s absolutely wasteful, it’s infuriating," cursed Lei Zhan, unable to contain his anger. The Two-headed Fire Dragon, aside from its regenerative abilities, didn’t have much talent, and without any accidents, it would be difficult for it even to break through to Seventh Rank.
The fact that the Two-headed Fire Dragon had reached the Peak of Seventh Rank and even mutated must have been due to consuming a lot of high-quality resources.
Visit ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com for the 𝑏est n𝘰vel reading experience.
To use so many resources to nurture a Two-headed Fire Dragon was simply a waste.
And now these two brats would rather give an Eighth Rank Middle Stage Demon Flood Dragon pearl to the Two-headed Fire Dragon instead of exchanging benefits with them, filling their hearts with rage.
```
A Martial Emperor, can’t possibly be worse than a pig, right?
Even the white deer twitched the corners of its eyes at this scene. These two little rascals were really capricious.
But, if these two little rascals could even use Ancient Divine Power to make soup, what couldn’t they do?
With that thought, whatever they did became acceptable.
The white deer descended from the sky, landing beside Chu Chen, looking at the pot of soup with some suspicion in its gaze.
Nine-colored Deer Grass and Demon Flood Dragon blood were both eighth-rank treasures, and now, fused with the Ancient Divine Power, the soup contained an extraordinarily terrifying amount of energy. Could it really be drunk just like that?
"Sister, the Deer Grass and Flood Dragon Blood Soup is ready. Come and have a taste,"
Chu Chen then looked at the soup in the pot and called out loudly.
"I’m coming."
Chu Xin responded and hurried over, took out a few large bowls, ladled a bowl for the white deer, and said in a childish voice, "Nanny, you try it too."
"Thank you!"
The white deer nodded, looking at the few pieces of Flood Dragon blood soup and the whole bowl of soup, appearing a bit hesitant.
Chu Xin turned back, served herself a bowl, and without caring whether it was hot or not, started to guzzle it down.
"Mmm! So delicious."
While drinking, she also let out unclear sounds of amazement.
"How come she has no reaction after drinking it? Could the energies have canceled each other out?" The white deer looked at Chu Xin, who was swallowing mouthfuls, with a hint of doubt in its eyes.
Then, deciding to try a mouthful, its eyes suddenly lit up; the taste was indeed very good.
It promptly forgot about the energy issue and quickly finished off the bowl of soup.
"Truly delicious."
The white deer seemed to still crave more.
Chu Chen served a bowl for the Two-headed Fire Dragon and then looked at the white deer, asking, "Nanny, do you want more?"
"Mhm!"
The white deer nodded but suddenly felt an immense surge of energy coursing wildly within its body, which startled it so much that its eyes went wide, and it quickly said, "No more for me, I need to cultivate for a bit."
Just a bowl of soup had such frightening energy—it was entirely absurd, but why didn’t the little girl have any reactions after drinking it?
The white deer glanced at Chu Xin, then laid down on the ground and started focusing on refining the energy within its body.
"Nanny’s belly is too tiny, huh? Couldn’t handle even one bowl?"
Chu Xin looked up, murmuring softly then served herself a second bowl and continued to gulp it down.
Whine!
Meanwhile, having taken a few sips, the Two-headed Fire Dragon let out an urgent dragon’s whine and then lay down, closing its eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
It had eaten a Demon Flood Dragon pearl and had not digested it, and now, after drinking a few mouthfuls of the Deer Grass and Flood Dragon Blood Soup, the energy inside was about to explode.
Chu Chen glanced at it, shook his head, then served himself a bowl and happily began to eat.
The cultivators watching the two little rascals burying their heads in eating and then glancing at the sleeping white deer and the Two-headed Fire Dragon couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.
The soup contained the eighth rank treasures of Nine-colored Deer Grass and Demon Flood Dragon blood, not to mention a bit of the Ancient Divine Power; the energy within was vast. Drinking just a sip could perhaps equal ten years of arduous cultivation.
```
