When it comes to cultivating immortality, it naturally starts with upgrading the herb garden.

"A baby dragon?" Song Chen asked blankly.

Its forepaws are short, its hind legs are stable, its body is long, it has a unicorn horn on its head, and its mouthparts are also slightly long, showing that they are extremely sharp.

It is undoubtedly a dragon.

The young dragon spoke in a human voice, covering its mouth and nose as it retorted:

"I'm not young! I'm not a baby dragon! I'm an adult dragon, you can see! I'm a fully grown dragon!"

"It's you bunch of people who reek of shit, the smell is so pungent, I think you're the children!"

Song Chen remained silent.

This dragon is probably quite young.

Song Chen glanced at it and said, "Are you the only one in Dragon Valley... a dragon?"

"Yeah! Aren't I amazing! My parents went to the mountains far to the west and won't be back until next month! I can look after the house by myself! You cultivators will have to watch your step if you want to enter my house!"

The young dragon strutted arrogantly, looking up at the staggering cultivators beside it.

Song Chen drew his black knife and smiled, "Are you sure?"

Black energy coiled around the hilt of the sword, causing the blade to suddenly thicken and lengthen. The aura emanating from him abruptly intensified, transforming him into the very image of a god of death.

"A dragon at the ninth level of Qi Refining possesses such abilities; truly, the dragon deserves to be the lord of all demons!"

Song Chen's eyes showed surprise as he sensed the unbridled cultivation aura released by the young dragon.

If it were Xiong Tianlai with this level of cultivation, he would probably have been slapped to death by Shi Jian. How could he possibly have taken down seven late-stage Qi Refining cultivators?

"What are you going to do?" the young dragon asked in a panic, its scales trembling wildly.

It had just exhausted its spiritual energy; otherwise, it would have sent Song Chen into the illusion long ago, instead of creating a false illusion to mislead him.

That's bad enough, but the real problem is that Song Chen was so cruel as to kill Phantom directly!

This would cause a huge backlash for it, which is why it looks so weak.

Now it is powerless and can only be slaughtered by others!

Song Chen moved unhurriedly, his steps steady and powerful, each step landing squarely on the young dragon's heart, increasing its pressure.

It could sense that the human in front of it was very strong!

The young dragon, quick-witted, cried out:

"Don't come any closer! My parents are Golden Core Realm Great Dragons! If you kill me, they will definitely avenge me!"

Song Chen stopped in his tracks, as if he had been awakened by the other person's words.

A dragon at the Golden Core stage!

That dragon is capable of fighting three human cultivators of the same level!

If this thing targets him, Song Chen will indeed die without a burial place.

However, Song Chen was 90% certain that the other party was bluffing.

The dragons in this world are known for their unity; they even allocate resources fairly and never mistreat any party.

However, the way they treated the baby dragons was exceptionally cruel, to the point of being incomprehensible.

Someone once asked a dragon:

"Why do you raise your offspring this way? If you had used a different method, you might have already ruled the world!"

"No! Quite the opposite, it is precisely because of this that our dragon race has been able to survive to this day!"

The female dragon goes into heat once every few years, and can give birth to three to four offspring in one litter.

Once the baby dragons are weaned, neither the mother nor the father will continue to provide them with food.

All necessities for survival must be obtained by the dragons themselves.

The matter isn't over yet after their survival needs are met. These dragons need to compete with each other, and only the strongest and most useful one will remain in the herd; the others will be abandoned.

The young dragons that remain in the herd will have to compete with other dragons of the same age.

Only the strongest 100 can truly remain in the dragon pack; any dragon that doesn't make it into the top 100 will be expelled from the pack.

This young dragon is likely in a semi-abandoned state right now.

Otherwise, it should follow the dragon herd and never be left alone to guard the nest, becoming a left-behind child dragon.

After pondering for a moment, Song Chen came to a conclusion and said coldly:

"A discarded dragon, how dare you speak like that? What will happen to you if the dragon pack finds out?"

Sure enough, the young dragon trembled and exclaimed, "How did you know?"

Song Chen's lips curled up in a smile.

Guess it right!

Dragons are essentially demonic beasts, and they only begin to develop intelligence when they reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining. In terms of human intelligence, they are equivalent to a five-year-old child, with little to no brains.

"Hand over all your treasures, and I'll spare your life!"

Song Chen remained expressionless.

"No way! Those are all my treasures, Gilubachz's! How can I give them all to you? Do you know how long it takes to collect so many treasures?"

"A whole year!"

Hertz shouted in protest.

Song Chen brandished his black blade, and Hertz immediately changed his tune, shrinking back and stepping aside, saying, "They're all here!"

Deep inside the cave, there were some objects. Song Chen took out a night-illuminating talisman and glanced at them; they were nothing but scrap metal.

Is this what they call a treasure?

Just as Song Chen was wondering if the other party was playing a trick on him, Hertz saw that Song Chen was stunned.

Thinking that Song Chen was at a loss because his treasure was too gorgeous, he said smugly:

"These are all precious treasures! Just say they belong to Lord Hertz, and I guarantee you'll get a good price for them!"

Song Chen was speechless. He shouldn't have expected anything good from a left-behind child like Long.

"I don't want your baby anymore. Clear the fog, let us go, and I'll let you go, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the young dragon immediately beamed with joy and readily agreed:

"Sure! You can take them directly away; the spell will dissipate automatically soon."

The fog outside dispersed, revealing a path; the clouds parted, revealing a road leading to the moon.

Without further ado, Song Chen summoned a flying boat and expanded it as much as possible to place the three of them inside.

The remaining people took out a huge fishing net, put it in, and carried it away.

In the night sky, Song Chen, carrying a bag of people, sat in a flying boat and flew towards the sky, looking quite like Santa Claus.

In the future, someone might ask Song Chen, "Why did you let Hertz go back then?"

He laughed and said, "Back then, it was just a little dragon in the cave, with a pile of broken copper and iron behind it. It looked so pitiful! So I let it go!"

Of course, these were just polite words; the real reason for letting him go was probably only known to Song Chen.

Years later, when Song Chen recalled that night, the first thing that came to mind was neither Hertz's smug smile nor that pile of scrap metal.

Instead, I saw Hertz's thin dragon, all alone, huddled in a corner, looking utterly helpless.

After all, who could have imagined that an abandoned little dragon would later become a colossal dragon suspended in the sky?

......

The moonlight shone down.

A group of people woke up in a daze.

"Where am I? Where is my wife?" Shi Jian mumbled as he woke up from his drowsy state in the net.

Du Wanming suddenly opened her eyes in the airship, her body drenched in sweat. She looked up and saw Song Chen's... pockmarked face.

"Song Mazi? Where am I?"

"On the way back to the sect!"

Song Chen smiled.

In the valley, a group of ley rats were still peeking out, hoping that someone would emerge from the mist.