Chapter 125 The Gift (2)
After reading Jiao Jue's gift, Shan You took out a scroll and read: "Canglan Jun presents to the three... nephews... ten loads of top-grade spirit grain, two baskets of Phoenix Clan refined food, five baskets of three-turn vermilion fruit, three pieces of gold essence, thirty rolls of Heavenly Silkworm Silk, ten rolls of Spider Emperor Silk, fifty rolls of Spirit Hemp Silk, ten spirit hairpins of various colors... and one sword each."
Ji Rong, Ji Zhuang, and Gu Qingqing listened from the lower seat. The gifts included everything from clothing and food to lodging and transportation. They were all delighted that their two uncles knew them. They had really hit the jackpot!
After Shan You finished reading, another beautiful woman came forward with a tray. On the tray were three simple and unadorned storage rings. Ji Rong, Ji Zhuang, and Gu Qingqing took them and bowed to the gods in the hall.
Canglan Jun said, "Alright, see them off from the palace, then return."
Shan Zuo led Jiao Jue and his group outside the hall. He and Shan You each held three small, simple storage rings and handed them to Ji Rong and the others.
Realizing that he didn't know Ji Rong and the others' names, he asked, "What are the names of my esteemed nephews?"
Ji Rong and the others stepped forward one by one to answer.
Before parting, Shan Zuo added, "If you pass through the Canglan Mountains, be sure to stop and take a look at us."
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong and the others' eyes filled with tears of emotion, and they nodded repeatedly.
After flying out of the Canglan Mountains, Ji Rong leaned close to Jiao Jue's ear and asked, "Brother Golden Dragon, where are you going?"
Jiao Jue squinted at Ji Rong and said, "Come with me."
Jiao Jue led Ji Rong and the others, not even taking detours, and flew directly towards the desolate sea.
Upon returning to Xifeng Island, Jiaojue's face darkened considerably. He stared at Gu Qingqing, his dragon claws cracking.
Enraged, he transformed into a dragon, pushed a bunch of fish ashore from the sea, and then slapped Gu Qingqing into the ground with one claw, saying, "I told you not to pick up trash, but you insisted on doing it anyway. Now look what's happened, we'll have to live under their noses from now on!"
Jiaojue didn't use any spiritual power, but his dragon claw was incredibly strong. Gu Qingqing's face was instantly swollen from the slap, and his fox body was embedded in the ground.
Ji Zhuang stepped forward and pulled Gu Qingqing out of the ground.
Ji Rong said, "Brother, fortune favors the bold. We're all doing well now, and we've even brought back a lot of rare and precious fruits. Even if you beat Qingqing to death now, it won't do you any good."
Jiaojue knew this in his heart, but the ugly fox's problem needed to be corrected, otherwise there would be endless troubles in the future!
After being hit, Gu Qingqing wailed incoherently, "Big brother, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again."
Jiao Jue didn't even glance at this annoying fellow. He said, "You all stay on the island and cultivate properly. You're not allowed to go anywhere for the time being." After saying that, he headed towards Huofeng Island.
Jiaojue is going to find Wuyue.
Now that the Witch Clan has received so much spiritual energy from Canglan God, and he himself has obtained so many rare and precious materials from Him, Jiao Jue couldn't help but have the idea of making the Witch Clan submit to Canglan God.
Jiao Jue thought to himself, if the Canglan God Lord accepted all poor tribes who came to Him, then He would not refuse the Wu tribe, which was now able to support itself.
As for the spirit mines of the Witch Clan, Jiao Jue thought to himself, "Let whoever wants to mine them go ahead and mine them. Anyway, I, Jiao Jue, will never mine them again."
The young dragon could not imagine the god's immense wealth, but from the moment he accepted the god's gift, he no longer wanted to strive.
Because the savings he accumulated from a year of hard mining were less than one-tenth of what the deity had casually given him!
Looking at the dragon bones and phoenix feathers on the archway, Jiao Jue, whose belly had become full again, suddenly felt that backbone was just a trivial matter.
"It's a pity that someone like Lord Canglan doesn't like raising true dragons," Jiao Jue thought regretfully. Otherwise, he would have been very willing to coil up on a large pillar in His temple and become a lucky living creature.
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Wu Yue was handling trivial matters in the council hall when he saw Jiao Jue arrive. He quickly stopped and said, "Lord Jinlong."
The horned jade tablet lay coiled on the ground, its dragon head placed on the table. It looked at Wu Yue and said, "Old man, have you ever thought about submitting?"
Wu Yue was shocked: "Submit? Who would dare to take us now?"
Jiao Jue narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "When I went out, I learned that the lands and rivers under the jurisdiction of the Canglan Divine Lord in the Canglan Mountains have all bordered the Desolate Sea; I think that if you take the initiative to come to him, the Canglan Divine Lord will definitely not refuse you, it just depends on whether you dare to do so."
Wu Yue didn't believe it when he first heard it. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and finally he sighed, "This is not something I can decide alone."
I've summoned the other elders for a meeting; would Lord Golden Dragon be willing to join us?
Jiaojue nodded.
Inside the council chamber, the shamans argued incessantly. Apart from the shaman who expressed his allegiance, half of the other elders were unwilling, while the other half were tempted but dared not.
Seeing that their arguing was going nowhere, Jiao Jue shouted, "Stop arguing! What's the current situation of the 214 people from the Lich lineage who returned alive last time?"
Upon hearing this, the elders of the Lich lineage immediately blushed, and Wuqi exclaimed excitedly, "Lord Golden Dragon, great joy!"
These children have all undergone varying degrees of bloodline activation and purification; many have even become more intelligent, and their cultivation is now progressing much faster.
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue narrowed his eyes and grinned, "It is indeed a good thing, but do you know whose spiritual energy you used as an auxiliary material to temper the flesh and blood of these two hundred and sixteen people?"
Whose was it? How would Wuqi and the others know? Jiaojue didn't keep them in suspense.
He continued, "They belong to the Canglan Divine Lord. The spiritual streams beneath the spiritual mines of Tuifeng Island and Wangfeng Island are now adjacent to tributaries of the spiritual river under the jurisdiction of the Canglan Divine Lord. I suppose that's also true for Jiufeng Island and Luanfeng Island."
This bloodline tempering process consumed a massive amount of spiritual energy, so I went to pay my respects to the Divine Lord Canglan. Guess what happened?
Jiaojue's self-questioning and answering caused the hearts of the shamans to fluctuate, and the council hall became extremely quiet.
He said, "The God of Canglan wanted to recruit me, but I didn't agree. So, the God of Canglan gave me this."
Having said that, Jiao Jue handed the storage ring that Canglan Divine Lord had given him to the shamans, saying, "Take a look, all of you. Look at what's inside. We have now done our utmost to temper the bloodlines of our clan's members and enhance their aptitude."
In the future, many of them will surely achieve great success in their cultivation, just like the sorcerer.
But, everyone, with so many talented individuals in the clan, can you afford to raise them all?
Even if you have spirit crystals, will Tianxu Palace sell you elixirs and immortal materials?
Your descendants have spent their days either stationed on Vulturewind Island watching slaves mine, or fighting against the demonic soldiers sent by the celestial palaces to quell the rebellion. Do they really have time to calmly cultivate themselves?
One probing question after another left the shamans unsettled.
Wu Xing glanced into the storage ring, and his mind went blank. He asked Jiao Jue with a dazed expression, "Lord Golden Dragon, have you sold us out?"
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue scoffed, "You think you could get so many rare and exotic fruits by selling off a bunch of you old guys?"
"Of course not!" the shamans replied in unison.
These rare and exotic fruits were merely ordinary pastimes for the gods.
But for the races that are governed or even enslaved, it is a rare and precious thing.
No clansman dared to sell to them openly. Even in private transactions, they would only pay a huge amount of spirit crystals in exchange for a mere few.
The immense wealth within the storage ring overwhelmed the minds of the witches, corrupting their will that they had upheld for many years.
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