My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

According to the records of the Five Elements True Spirit Sect’s seniors, the Nine Marvelous Creation Qi is hidden among all things in the Nine Marvels Small Realm. Searching for it blindly would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But the Demons in the Nine Marvels Small Realm can also sense the presence of the Nine Marvelous Creation Qi. And although they cannot refine it, they can use it to bestow sentience upon their kind.

Therefore, within the Nine Marvels Small Realm, the chances of finding Nine Marvelous Creation Qi among the powerful clans are quite high.

As Yang Jing flew up to gauge the size of the Nine Marvels Small Realm, he sensed over a dozen Demons more than twenty miles to the southwest, their auras comparable to those of Golden Core Cultivators.

Even in the Nine Marvels Small Realm, a place teeming with Demons, that group could be considered extremely powerful.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jing tapped into the abundant Water Qi of the marshland and used Water Escape to travel silently.

To his current Water Escape, a distance of over twenty miles was nothing; he arrived in the space of a few breaths.

He used Water Escape to conceal his form and aura, discovering a habitat for a group of Flood Dragon-headed Lizards. The civilization level of the Demons in the Nine Marvels Small Realm was extremely low, perhaps because outside Golden Core Cultivators came to purge them every millennium.

Among the hundred or so Flood Dragon-headed Lizards, there were, unbelievably, eleven Golden Core Demon Kings.

On the Western Continent, a Demon Race clan with over ten Golden Core Demon Kings would be powerful enough to establish their own kingdom under the Demon Court, crown themselves king, build palaces, and rule over a million of their kind. But in the Nine Marvels Small Realm, this group of Flood Dragon-headed Lizards was still rolling around in the swamp muck, defecating and urinating wherever they pleased.

The only thing remotely impressive was a massive lair constructed from bones of all kinds.

Yang Jing did not attack rashly. Instead, he observed from concealment with his Grotto Dark Dharma Eye, examining the meridians, sinews, and bones of these Flood Dragon-headed Lizards.

Their lifeblood was incredibly potent, and they were several dozen feet long. The leader of the pack was even larger than any Golden Core Demon King Yang Jing had ever seen, with no exception for those meticulously raised by the Dragon Taming Dong Family. Its scale armor was as tough as flood dragon scales.

It had sharp fangs, powerful talons, and its breath was laced with a deadly poison; the surrounding flora and even the stones would melt into a festering ooze at the slightest touch.

The Spiritual Qi of the Nine Marvels Small Realm was no different from that of the Upper Realm. According to the sect’s seniors, the Demons within, at an equivalent Realm, were several notches stronger than the Demons of the Demon Court. When faced with a Late-Stage Golden Core Demon, it would take a coordinated attack from two Central Continent Golden Core Cultivators of the same cultivation Realm just to secure the upper hand.

Although Yang Jing was confident, he was also cautious and respected the experience of his seniors.

The next moment, he called forth his Celestial Waterfall Sword.

The longsword hovered silently before him, then transformed in an instant, splitting into seven Flying Swords. After executing Sword Light Division, a single thought from Yang Jing sent the seven Flying Swords shooting forward as Sword Silk.

A sudden *CHH-CHH* tore through the air.

The Flood Dragon-headed Lizards were highly alert and immediately sensed something was wrong, but Yang Jing’s Sword Silk had already far surpassed the realm of Sword Qi Thunder Sound. By the time they heard the whistle of the swords, it was already too late.

The Sword Silk streaked through the air, swift as lightning.

With a series of dull THUDS, numerous Flood Dragon-headed Lizards crashed to the ground. The wounds were all located just under the jaw, a spot where the scales were thinner and no hard bone protected the brain.

The Sword Silk pierced through this spot, running straight to the brain. The entry wound was as fine as a pinprick, closing up the instant the silk exited, without a single drop of blood being spilled.

Those Flood Dragon-headed Lizards with only Foundation Establishment-level power had no idea what was happening; they only saw the strongest members of their clan fall one after another and let out terrified, draconic shrieks.

"ROAR!"

A heaven-shaking roar suddenly erupted from the White Bone lair as the most powerful Flood Dragon-headed Lizard charged out. Its draconic head was dripping with fresh blood from a hideous gash.

It was the farthest and the most powerful; it had reacted the moment the Sword Silk struck, twisting its head. Though its Scale Hide was torn open, it had managed to block the attack with its hard facial bones.

A trace of Yang Jing’s Magical Power had leaked when he activated the Flying Swords. The weaker Flood Dragon-headed Lizards were completely unaware, but it didn’t escape the senses of their leader.

It opened its gaping, bloody maw and spewed a jet of venomous flame straight at Yang Jing.

Yang Jing circulated his Magical Power, and the sound of a raging tsunami resounded around him. The One-Element Heavy Water around the Celestial Waterfall Sword surged, and in an instant, it transformed into a fully-formed Water Dragon, its scales shimmering into existence.

The Water Dragon Sword Qi coiled, instantly extinguishing the venomous flame spewed by the lizard leader.

With another surge of Magical Power from Yang Jing, the Water Dragon let out a deafening roar and shot high into the sky.

The Flood Dragon-headed Lizard leader had never practiced a formal Cultivation Technique, but countless years of hunting and fighting had etched the instinct for slaughter into its very bloodline. It saw its opponent make what seemed to be a foolish move—launching the Sword Qi uselessly into the sky. In a flash, it seized the rare opportunity, opened its great maw, and lunged forward for the kill.

Despite its massive size, its speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him.

The intense venom on its fangs and claws was so potent Yang Jing could almost smell it.

The next moment, a Water Dragon descended from the sky.

A world-shaking roar of water echoed, as if the sky itself were collapsing. The strike was like the celestial river falling from the heavens, a sound that would make anyone’s face drain of color.

The Flood Dragon-headed Lizard leader took the full force of the sword. Before it could even let out a cry of pain, it was slammed dozens of yards deep into the earth.

Back in his Foundation Establishment Stage, Yang Jing had refined a massive quantity of One-Element Heavy Water into his Magical Power. The resulting Water Dragon Magic Sword weighed tens of millions of pounds, nearly equivalent to hoisting a small mountain.

That was not to mention the peerlessly sharp Sword Intent contained within the Magic Sword, amplified by the water’s momentum and the sheer force of its descent.

At full power, this single sword strike could have easily cleaved a mountain in two.

However, to avoid damaging the leader’s corpse, Yang Jing retracted his Sword Intent at the last second, striking it with pure, blunt force.

The torrent of water vanished in a flash. The Celestial Waterfall Sword slowly rose from the crater and was recalled into Yang Jing’s body.

These Flood Dragon-headed Lizards possessed the True Dragon Bloodline, and in high concentration at that. After taking Yang Jing’s strike, the leader’s internal organs were pulverized into paste and its bones were shattered to pieces. And yet, only the scales at the point of impact were broken; the rest of its body was perfectly intact.

Yang Jing had noticed this early on, which was why he had tried his best not to damage the Demons’ corpses. Extracting the True Dragon Blood from their bodies would be of great benefit to Yinjiao.

Because many of his Artifacts and the Profound Celestial Furnace were left in his Inner World, Yang Jing could only use his Magical Power to levitate a bone from the White Bone lair. He activated his Spiritual Fire Ice Soul Cold Flame, simultaneously burning and freezing it into a fine powder, which he then reshaped into a bottle and imbued with a Restriction.

Finally, he forged it with the Five Elements True Fire, refining it into a White Bone Treasure Bottle.

A surge of his Magical Power sent the Treasure Bottle rising into the air. Instantly, the blood from the corpses of all the Flood Dragon-headed Lizards formed into trickling streams that flowed upward, into the mouth of the bottle.

While the Treasure Bottle automatically siphoned the Flood Dragon Blood, Yang Jing walked toward the White Bone lair.

If this clan of Flood Dragon-headed Lizards had managed to collect any Nine Marvelous Creation Qi, it was bound to be inside that lair.

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