I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 617 Steady and Spicy, All Steady and Spicy

Valley of Fallen Warriors.

Well.
To be precise, this place should now be called the Battlefall Basin.

There is no longer any so-called "valley".

Although Lu Wenwu tried his best to control his power in his final attack after getting carried away, it was still a move that he couldn't perfectly control, and the power leaked out quite a bit.

The outward manifestation of this is that a large portion of this area was simply erased from the map.

Apart from the portion that Lu Wenwu deliberately preserved by expending some of his strength, the rest of the land can be described as a blank slate.

The edge of the Battle-Destroyed Basin.

The rarely seen Mao Mao slowly withdrew its power, dispelling the spells used for defense, and at the same time, it returned to its usual puppy form from its majestic appearance.

However, after only a second or two, Mao Mao seemed to realize that this form was not conducive to carrying out the task that Lu Wenwu had entrusted to it.

After a moment of thought, its size increased again, returning to the size of a normal adult Golden Retriever.

Qinglin, who witnessed the whole thing beside it, twitched its throat, drooled, and stared blankly.

That's just too amazing!
I really want it!

"What's wrong, woof? Why are you looking at Mao Mao like that?" Mao Mao looked at it, puzzled.

"I'm just a little shocked that my brother can change his size so easily. My size is already the limit, and I can't shrink any further."

Qinglin shook her head, quickly clearing her mind of all the random thoughts and regaining her composure.

There was an unspoken envy in her voice.

"It's alright, woof. If you want to learn, Mao Mao can teach you. Once you're with your master, you'll be wolves on your own, woof!" Mao Mao tilted its head, sticking out its tongue and laughing. "Growing bigger and smaller is easy, woof. Your cultivation methods are a bit crude, and you can't perfectly control your own cultivation. Once you fully control it, you can even turn into a human, woof! Do you want to try?"

So gentle!
What beautiful sunshine!
How heartwarming!
Qinglin roared hysterically in her heart.

How could a human being who can be described as "cold-blooded," "brutal," and "crazy" have such a follower with such a contrasting personality?

No one can resist an adorable Golden Retriever, especially one that is also incredibly strong.

Wolves won't work either.

"I...I still prefer how I am now. I don't really like being naked like a human." Qinglin shook her head.

With Lu Wenwu not around, it became a little bolder.

If it were in front of Lu Wenwu, even if these were its true feelings, it wouldn't dare to say them directly for the sake of its own life.

Even if this is already an art form that uses language.

What Qinglin actually wanted to say was that humans, being hairless monkeys, really look rather ugly.

To its surprise, Momo nodded in agreement after hearing its words.

"Mao Mao also thinks so, so Mao Mao has never transformed into human form."

"what?"

Qinglin was somewhat taken aback.

Even you say that, is there really no problem with that?
Mao Mao continued, "But aside from Master, Master's robust physique and vitality are still very attractive. And Master isn't just in human form, you should have felt that just now, right?"

Qinglin was taken aback, recalling the faint aura that had erupted in the Valley of Fallen Warriors just now, and her face showed astonishment: "You mean..."

"Yes, Master is human, but also a true dragon, woof! The very race from which this bloodline within you originates." Momo chuckled smugly. "To borrow a phrase Master often uses—the human body is amazing, isn't it!"

"what!?"

Qinglin was truly dumbfounded, and even began to stammer.

"You...you mean...Fifth Brother isn't...not a mixed-race like me!? He's actually a dragon who transformed into a human?"

"No, that's a bit hard to explain, woof." Mao Mao stuck out his tongue, looking slightly troubled. "Master is a pure human, and also a pure dragon. You can understand it as Master using some inexplicable means to transform his bloodline into the blood of a true dragon, and also transform his body into the body of a true dragon. So he is both a human and a true dragon, woof!"

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Qinglin felt like his CPU was about to burn out.

It understands everything Mao Mao says individually, but when they're put together, it can't understand a single word.
After a moment's thought, it chose to give up trying to figure it out.

"Never mind, as long as I know Fifth Brother is very capable, the specifics don't matter."

There is nothing difficult in the world, just give up.

Having a clear understanding of his own strength, Qinglin quickly mastered Lu Wenwu's way of thinking without any formal instruction.

The specific reasons don't matter; they're not important.

"Master often says that too, woof, you have a lot of potential." Mao Mao nodded approvingly again. "So, have you decided which bloodline you want to use to enhance your physical potential?"

"I"

Qinglin hesitated for a moment.

Before the battle began, Momo had actually asked it about this.

Lu Wenwu's consistent style was to eat meat himself, while his underlings had to eat at the same table with him, and he would use whatever he had and never treat them unfairly.

Otherwise, people might follow you around for a long time and not get anything in return. Putting aside the possibility of them talking badly about you behind your back, even if you take them out to do things, it will make you look like you have no prestige, right?

Therefore, Qinglin's strength must be improved.

Theoretically speaking, Qinglin's potential and talent are not bad.

No creature capable of activating pure dragon blood is weak.

The main reason it has been stuck in a bottleneck for so many years is that the ancient continent is too desolate and ancient, and the cultivation methods of ferocious beasts are too crude. If you want to improve, you can only rely on talent or time to tough it out without a fortuitous encounter.

Even without Lu Wenwu descending from the sky, Qing Lin could still reach the Beast King realm by cultivating quietly for several hundred years.

But that would be too slow.

The potential of cultivation is worthless before it is converted into talent.

Qinglin wanted to improve his strength, so he followed the traditional path of demon cultivators, gradually rebuilding his foundation and breaking through on his own. Although this was faster than simply relying on time, it was still too slow for Lu Wenwu.

He was in a hurry to get Qinglin out to do some work, so he didn't have much free time.

So if you want to improve quickly in a short period of time, there is only one way left—start with your bloodline.

Directly elevating one's bloodline level instantly boosts one's cultivation. Lu Wenwu had already mastered the art of refining spiritual food that enhances bloodlines during his "mortal" days; it was a piece of cake for him.

It all depends on Qinglin's own choice.

Originally, it was more inclined to side with Mao Mao.

Having lived among wolves for so many years, and being the wolf king who rules the wolf pack, why is it leaning towards the dragon?

But now, after witnessing Lu Wenwu easily kill seven beast kings and evaporate the Valley of Fallen Warriors and its inhabitants with a single punch, its resolve began to waver.

At once.
There is a beauty in numbers, and a charm in intensity.

It knew the strength of the True Dragon bloodline all too well; it could even temporarily reach the level of a Beast King.

I dare not even imagine how high it could go if it continues to improve.

But Momo isn't weak either.
Its bloodline pressure was equally overwhelming to me, and its value was beyond words. In terms of sensory perception, it was no less than that of Fifth Brother.

It's a really tough choice.
Seemingly sensing its hesitation, Mao Mao spoke up to remind it: "Actually, Mao Mao doesn't recommend that you choose a dog with your master's bloodline. Although the improvement it brings is leaps and bounds, the master's bloodline contains powerful demonic energy. With your willpower, Mao Mao doesn't think you can handle it."

"Demonic nature?" Qinglin was taken aback. "What is demonic nature?"

"The magic is... Oh, you can see for yourself, woof! This is just the most insignificant part of it."

Halfway through his sentence, Mao Mao suddenly flew into the air with it, pointing its paw at Lu Wenwu in the center of the Battle Fall Basin.

At the same time, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he used his own power to grant Qinglin a special vision.

The moment Qinglin followed the direction of the fur and cast its gaze in that direction, it felt an overwhelming aura of slaughter, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, rushing towards it, and countless illusions seemed to appear before its eyes.

In a crimson ocean composed entirely of blood, billions of vengeful spirits rise and fall, their wails filling the sky.

The man standing in the center, who looked like a demon god, grinned maliciously. With a gentle inhale, the overwhelming souls and blood turned into a vortex and poured into his belly, causing his aura to surge.

And
Qinglin's eyes gradually turned red, his mind began to become confused, and demonic patterns unconsciously began to slowly climb and light up on his body.

"Wang!"

Mao Mao's face was serious, and its voice boomed like thunder, striking the heart of Qing Lin, instantly shaking the demon on the verge of falling into madness.

"What exactly is that?!"

The once majestic little she-wolf tried to curl up next to Furry, huddled up with her head in her hands, trembling.

Whenever Qinglin recalls Lu Wenwu's appearance just now, she can't help but feel fear and dread, as if it has seeped into her very bones.

The feeling of having one's body and will controlled by an inexplicable force, wanting to destroy and devour everything, was simply too terrible!
It's as if they've become puppets controlled by slaughter!
The sheer amount of murderous intent alone was enough to shatter the sanity of any normal being.

Just how many people would have to be killed to accumulate to this level?!

"That's the demonic essence within the master! When he uses the Great Immortal Technique of Devouring Gods to devour his slain opponents, a tiny bit leaks out, which can be detected by spiritual vision, but it's only about one in ten thousand."

Mao Mao explained earnestly.

"The master's only bloodline inheritor, and also the master's eldest disciple, even with the aid of time acceleration, specialized willpower training, and the world's will, it still took him about ten years to barely be able to control Wang!"

"But you don't need to worry. Master usually keeps these things inside his body. You won't be able to see them or be affected by them unless I open your spiritual vision for you, unless you also become Master's bloodline inheritor."

"That's why I don't recommend you choose the master's bloodline, woof! Without the favor of the world's will, it's almost impossible for you to master this powerful demonic nature. Even Brother Xiaobao is extremely wary of it!"

"Then I'll choose my brother's bloodline! Thanks for reminding me!"

Upon hearing the key to the matter, Qinglin felt cold sweat pouring down his tongue, and could only keep swallowing, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

Devour the slain opponent
This really is a monster, right?!

So Fifth Brother is actually a ferocious beast in human skin, right?
The Valley of Warfalls has been reduced to a Warfall Basin, and all the creatures within have turned into blood mist, yet they still cannot escape the fate of being devoured.

Even the most dreamy beast wouldn't believe this if it got out!
Mao Mao wagged its tail and said with a grin, "Don't be so polite, woof. As long as you follow your master, we're family, woof! Your master will give you a promotion when he comes back."

"Before that, you need to keep a close eye on that small group of humans you rescued from the monkeys, woof! They seem to be from one of those walled tribes you mentioned. Master will be very happy to hear this news."

"After the human tribes that Master has subdued are merged into the fold, if there are no other outstanding individuals, they will probably be handed over to you to manage, Woof. Master doesn't like to do these things himself."

"Besides, there may be new races merging in later, woof. You need to be prepared to manage the conflicts and cooperation between races."

"Yes! I will do my best!" Qinglin immediately replied. "I will order the Beast Kings to take turns caring for the humans who were just rescued. We have already given them plenty of food and fresh water."

Mao Mao nodded and continued to instruct, "Also remember to prepare a place for them to rest, as well as animal skins to keep them warm. Most humans are very fragile creatures and don't have the physique of us."

"Indeed, I overlooked it. Brother, you are very thoughtful!" Qinglin's expression turned serious, and he immediately praised him.

It also tentatively asked, "My brother just mentioned your eldest brother; may I ask who this is?"

"Brother Xiaobao, it's here."

Mao Mao's expression visibly turned timid, his face filled with lingering fear.

After carefully considering its words, it finally uttered the second half of its sentence.

"Brother Xiaobao is a cat, but a very powerful cat. He can transform into a giant white tiger! If he gets serious, I can't withstand a single swipe of his paw."

"However, Big Brother is usually quite good at conserving his energy. He spends most of his time sleeping or eating dried fish and other treats made by his owner. He generally doesn't care about anything else."

"Even someone as strong as Brother Mao Mao couldn't withstand a single move!"

Qinglin didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

Even the little power that Mao Mao is currently displaying is enough to surpass most of the beast kings I have ever seen!
It would be hard for most races living on the ancient continent to understand how a cat, a dog, and a human could come together to live.

Qinglin looked around, then shrank back and asked in a low voice, "So, between Brother Xiaobao and Fifth Brother, who is stronger? If they both give orders at the same time, who should I listen to?"

"Big brother won't get involved in this kind of thing, just don't disturb its sleep, woof!" Mao Mao shook its head. "If this really happens, the owner will probably listen to big brother. The owner trusts big brother a lot, so you should listen to big brother too."

"So, Brother Xiaobao is even more powerful than Fifth Brother?"

Qinglin suddenly realized that she seemed to have latched onto a very powerful patron.

Not only is it ridiculously thick, but there's even a second one that's thicker.

After hesitating for a moment, Mao Mao said, "Mao Mao doesn't know who's stronger, Big Brother or Master, woof. Anyway, whenever Master does something wrong or says something wrong, Big Brother always chases after him and beats him up. Once, Master provoked Big Brother, and then Big Brother beat him up for months on end."

Qinglin: "!!!"

Steady!

All of them are absolutely hot!!!

(End of this chapter)