"A first-grade True Dragon?" Egg asked.
"Mm." Chu Feng nodded.
"So how's the combat power?" Egg followed up.
"I can hold my own against a fifth-grade True God or a fifth-grade True Dragon without breaking a sweat," Chu Feng said.
"Wow, so this is the power of the King's Bloodline awakening?" Egg's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
The biggest difference between a Spirit World Master and a martial cultivator was that increasing one's combat power as a Spirit World Master was far more difficult than for a martial cultivator.
Even Chu Feng, when he had been at the God Robe level, could only bridge two realms of difference.
But now, Chu Feng could bridge four.
Bridging four realms was an extraordinary feat even for a martial cultivator.
For a Spirit World Master, it was absolutely mind-boggling. In Egg's eyes, perhaps only Chu Feng could pull it off.
"Wait, you mean your combat power rivals a fifth-grade True God, and your barrier arts are on par with a fifth-grade True Dragon Spirit World Master, right?"
Egg asked again. This was important.
It concerned Chu Feng's ability to break formations.
"Right." Chu Feng nodded.
"Amazing! Truly worthy of the King's Bloodline!"
Egg was so thrilled she practically danced with joy.
After all, this was only a partial awakening. If the King's Bloodline were to fully awaken, who knew what kind of power it would grant Chu Feng.
"Well, this trip wasn't in vain," Chu Feng said with a smile.
He hadn't expected that although his martial cultivation was still temporarily stuck at the Half-God Realm, the combat power of being a True Dragon Spirit World Master had given him a tremendous boost in confidence.
"So where do we go next?"
"Should we check out that Primordial Killing Sea?" Egg suggested.
"Let's look around first."
Chu Feng thought Egg had a point. Those friends and elders who had come for his sake probably wouldn't leave so quickly.
Although awakening the King's Bloodline had taken quite a bit of time, Chu Feng still wanted to see if he could run into some of those elders and thank them in person.
Before long, Dragon Breath Spring Halls had popped up all across the Bloodline Heavenly River. In the neighboring world alone, one was already up and running.
"Chu Feng, do you think the Dragon Breath Spring Hall is doing this on purpose?" Egg asked.
She figured that now that the Dragon Breath Clan had been freed, it was only natural for the Dragon Breath Spring Hall to reopen.
But in the past, the Dragon Breath Spring Hall had always appeared and disappeared without warning.
A large-scale opening like this felt more like sending a signal. A signal to whom, exactly? Naturally, to Chu Feng.
It was practically an invitation for him to come over.
"I think so too," Chu Feng agreed with Egg's reasoning.
And so, Chu Feng hurried to the nearest Dragon Breath Spring Hall.
The place was packed shoulder to shoulder, with throngs of people eager to taste the Dragon Spring water.
But most of them didn't have Dragon Spring Coins, and they were clamoring to trade other treasures instead.
However, the rules of the Dragon Breath Spring Hall never changed — without Dragon Spring Coins, there was no exchanging for Dragon Spring water.
As they say, where there are people, there are troubles.
Moreover, the Bloodline Heavenly River had attracted all manner of people from every direction because of the Fortune Sacred Realm affair.
Lawless killers who massacred without batting an eye numbered in the countless.
These individuals had already caused no small amount of trouble in other places.
Right now, outside the Dragon Breath Spring Hall, a group of demon clan members stood clustered together — their bodies covered in red scales, towering in stature, with faces resembling those of lizards.
"Damn it all, I don't buy it. No Dragon Spring Coins, so I can't get into your lousy spring hall?"
After repeated requests met repeated rejections, one of the lizard demon warriors drew his weapon, ready to force his way in.
"Stop."
But before he could make his move, a massive, scale-covered hand clamped down on the wrist holding the weapon.
Looking up, he saw a fellow tribesman — but one far taller and more imposing than himself.
"Clan Chief?"
"They're the ones disrespecting our clan! I offered treasures for an exchange, but they still won't let me in. They insist on some bullshit Dragon Spring Coins — it's an outright insult to our demon kind!"
Seeing who it was, the lizard tribesman hurried to explain.