Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 333 That's right, I, the Black Dragon King, am a native.

Faced with Jiang Chen's questioning.

Huang Wansan humbly promised that he would thoroughly investigate the matter of the mole.

Just then, Connor returned and approached Jiang Chen, saying that he had a batch of goods he didn't know where to sell.

Jiang Chen didn't expect her to come back so quickly.

But when she said she had something valuable to sell, I couldn't help but become interested:

"We're all on the same side, so what do we need to sell? We can just handle it internally within the Wansan Group."

"There are many, but I don't know if they will meet your standards."

As Connor continued to pull out all sorts of strange and unusual items, Jiang Chen's expression gradually became serious.

He found.

Despite the different dimensions, many things from the Western Fantasy Continent are also very effective for cultivators from the Spiritual Continent.

Dragon Blood Crystal

It contains pure dragon blood genes, is of extremely high quality, and has indescribable benefits for body cultivators.

Even someone with Jiang Chen's cultivation level could sense a slight increase in physical strength when absorbing energy from the dragon blood crystal.

of course.

This is also related to the current perception in the spiritual continent that emphasizes magic over physical cultivation.

Eternal Flame

Elder Red Dragon's treasured possession is a divine fire seed from the depths of a volcano in the Western Fantasy Continent.

The intensity of this flame was no less than that of the Ten Great Strange Flames of the Spiritual Qi Continent. Jiang Chen couldn't understand why they would sell something like this.

and many more?

Jiang Chen had an idea.

Red dragons seem to possess absolute power to control fire, so they have no need for this thing. As for other dragons, unless they are fire-based, it wouldn't be of much use to them either.

As for the human race in the Western Fantasy Continent.

Unlike the Spirit Continent, they did not develop various techniques for controlling different flames. Instead, they were obsessed with disassembling and utilizing the basic units of magic elements.

"That makes sense then."

【Elf Ancient Tree Seed】

It contains powerful vitality.

Jiang Chen estimated that this seed could allow many immortal beings to live for hundreds of years longer, and if they could comprehend the truth within it, they might even be able to live another life.

"Why don't you dragons even want something that can prolong your lives?"

"Uh"

Connor was speechless for a moment, then said:

"Because our dragon race can live for a very, very long time, many old dragons have lived for millions of years, so these things have very limited effect on us."

Jiang Chen fell silent.

That's right. Compared to the lifespan of dragons, a mere few hundred years is nothing to worry about.

No wonder.
No wonder the human race in the Western Fantasy Continent started targeting the dragon race.

Such a thing might be dispensable to the dragon race, but for the human race, it is an existence no less than a divine artifact!

Jiang Chen dared to assert this.

Even though the Spirit Continent has been free of conflict for a long time now.

But if the information about this seed were leaked, even a Saint Lord-level being would be tempted.

【Fallen Angel's Feather】

The six main wings shed by the twelve-winged fallen angel carry with them the laws of corruption.

to be honest.

It can make people "degenerate".

Jiang Chen stared at it for a while, and then felt a sense of no longer wanting to work hard.

Mermaid Tears

Made from mermaid tears, it can not only cure all poisons, but also allow the wearer to move freely underwater.

This item is very cheap, but because it's shiny and beautiful, dragons love to collect it, and Connor brought a lot of it this time.

Jiang Chen felt that this could be used to develop an "underwater tourism" project.

There are many other things as well.

Some things might not be important to the dragons, but some things even Jiang Chen, with his discerning eye, found somewhat tempting.

By the end of the inventory check, Connor was starting to lose confidence, wondering if the president would even want these "junk items."

"Just give me whatever you think is fair. If it's really worthless, you can exchange it for something else, like snacks or something."

"Um"

Jiang Chen nodded. It seemed that Connor didn't intend to ask for money, but rather to barter.
After a moment's thought, Jiang Chen made his decision:
"In that case, I'll trade you a luxury villa in the center of Linyao City, a luxury car worth tens of millions, and a black card with a balance of 3,000 yuan. How about that?"

"The president is wise!"

"Don't flatter me. I've put you in charge of developing projects and given you the position of general agent for the Western Fantasy Continent. You can't slack off."

"No no!"

Connor waved his chubby little hands repeatedly, trying to defend himself:
"Because to advance this development, a huge amount of spirit stone funds are needed. I don't have much money, so I thought of getting some start-up funds for the project first."

Startup capital?

Jiang Chen glared at Huang Wansan.

That's where the problem arose during his handover!

The cost of the spirit stones should be borne entirely by the group; how can it be borne by Connor personally?
"The main problem is that you can't buy things on your phone with magic crystals, otherwise it wouldn't be so complicated. Otherwise, the natives of the Western Fantasy Continent would definitely be willing to pay with lots and lots of magic crystals."

"Who told you that you can't buy things on your phone with Magic Crystal?"

Jiang Chen suddenly said this.

"Huh? Is that possible?"

"you try?"

Connor took out his phone and tried it, and it actually worked?

My admiration for the CEO has reached new heights.

"If that's the case, I'm sure I can make our group's products go far in the Western Fantasy Continent and bring huge revenue to the group!"

Is money all that little female dragons care about?
This is not okay.

Relying solely on profit as a driving force is not sophisticated enough.

To be willing to dedicate everything to one's career, self-actualization is the ultimate goal.

So Jiang Chen began to paint a rosy picture for Connor:
"Connor, do you think I entrusted you with such an important position as the general agent of the interdimensional world just so that you could make money for the group?"

"Isn't it?"

Jiang Chen shook his head:
"In fact, our Wan San Group is not short of money at all. Our only goal is to create civilization and enable all backward planes to live a good life."

"And you, my Connor."

"Every mobile phone you sell in the Western Fantasy Continent is a seed of civilization sown, and every theme park you build is a flag planted."

"Your existence is not a tool for making money, but God who is responsible for spreading the flame of civilization."

Am I God?

Connor swallowed hard, and Long Tong's eyes widened in tension.

Do you know why I never worry about spirit stones?

Jiang Chen pulled out a top-grade spirit stone from his storage ring and crushed it into powder in front of Connor:

“When the entire continent operates according to your rules, spirit stones are nothing more than a string of numbers that can be changed at any time.”

Then Jiang Chen suddenly lowered his voice:
"Imagine a future where magic academies will use the credit system you designed for admission."

"The dwarves forge weapons according to the industry standards you set, and even the human pope's coronation is announced using a live streaming platform certified by you."

"When you return to the Dragon Clan to visit your relatives, the old Dragon King will have to lay out a red carpet in front of the Dragon Nest to welcome you."

"Those Gu Longs who once laughed at you will now be eager to greet your flying car."

"Just like the cultivators in the Heavenly Demon Domain now, they all feel that everything around them is sacred, even a job that washes the toilet for them is worth pursuing for a lifetime."

"And Connor, as the sole general agent of the Western Fantasy Continent, you have every opportunity to replicate my success and become the second 'President Wan San'."

Connor's breathing had become rapid, and the tip of his tail began to tremble rapidly.

She imagined it!
She could totally imagine it!
At that time, I will be able to decide the rules of the entire Western Fantasy Continent!

What money?
At that time, no matter how many spirit stones and magic crystals you had, they were just a string of numbers.

Just imagining that scene makes Connor incredibly excited.

"President! I have an idea. Let's go back to the Western Fantasy Continent and start working now!"

Without even saying goodbye to Jiang Chen, she hurriedly used spatial magic to return to the Western Fantasy Continent.

Huh?
Where's the dragon?

Connor scratched his head in confusion.

The vast Dragon Island was eerily quiet at this moment.

The humans have attacked?

That doesn't seem like it either; there's absolutely no trace of a war that took place here.

Weird.

resignedly.

Connor had no choice but to activate her spatial magic again, this time intending to go to the Black Dragon's encampment.

That's right.

There are many on Dragon Island.

Dragon Island is an area where dragons like to gather, similar to a town or core business district for humans. All kinds of dragons can be found here.

Connor was so puzzled because he hadn't seen a single dragon. Each type of dragon has its own island of residence.

For example, Black Dragon Island is inhabited entirely by black dragons, and other dragons appearing here are extremely rare.

They were all friends or acquaintances who had given prior notice before coming to visit.

Connor appeared suddenly at the Black Dragon's camp without warning.

The powerful spatial magic fluctuations immediately attracted the attention of the Black Dragon King, Baka.

The massive black dragon, the size of a small mountain, slowly transformed into a middle-aged man with long hair reaching his waist in front of Connor.

"Oh! My dear Connor! Haven't you already found a new continent with your amazing spatial magic? God, have you already devised the perfect attack plan?"

Connor shook his head, flicking the tip of his tail impatiently.

"No, in fact I have no plans to attack at all."

Bala frowned, his rugged brows furrowing, his voice low and questioning:
"Damn it! If you're not prepared at all, what are you doing here on my turf? Do you expect me to treat you with the highest honors of the Black Dragon Tribe? That's impossible!"

"Oh, my dear Bala, look how impatient you are! I've come to tell you some wonderful news."

"good news?"

“That’s right. I came into contact with a truly advanced civilization in the New World. Now, I want to bring the flame of civilization to your damned, backward Black Dragon tribe.”

The Black Dragon King's expression turned slightly cold:

"You mean, Black Dragon Island isn't civilized enough?"

“Baka, it’s not that you’re not civilized enough. In fact, your current system has absolutely nothing to do with the word ‘civilization’. You’re just a bunch of complete natives.”

After saying that, Connor shook his head and lit a cigarette for himself.

Are we indigenous people?
Just as Baka was about to explode in anger, he was drawn to Connor's strange behavior.

What are you inhaling?

"nothing."

Connor habitually flicked his cigarette ash and said helplessly:

"The bad habits picked up on the Spiritual Continent are impossible to break, absolutely impossible."

“Especially when I encounter an old fogey like you, there is an unspeakable gap between your outdated ideas and my advanced ones. Communicating with you is exhausting, and when I’m exhausted, I just want to smoke a few more cigarettes.”

As he spoke, Connor took two more big sips.

Seeing how much the other person was enjoying themselves, Baka became even more curious.

"The Spiritual Qi Continent? Is that the new continent you discovered?"

"Yes."

Connor nodded, his eyes filled with longing:
"That was a truly civilized and advanced world, even the realm of gods was not even one ten-thousandth as good as it."

"Compared to that place, your Black Dragon Tribe is like a goblin's lair—backward and barren. It must be emphasized that the Spirit Continent is also my second home."

"My biggest regret is that I wasn't born there, because monks there are born into civilization."

"Of course, it's worth mentioning that I'm ready to settle down here. The paperwork has been submitted and should be approved within three working days at the latest."

Speaking of it.

Connor then exhaled another smoke ring with a smug look on his face.

The thought of soon having a real Tianyao Domain household registration filled her with an indescribable sense of pride and honor.

At this moment, Baka had somehow gotten his face rubbed against Connor's.

He kept sniffing, seemingly trying to catch a glimpse of that "advanced civilization" through the smoke Connor exhaled.

“Connor, can you tell me about this spiritual continent? Of course, I will treat you with the best hospitality of the Black Dragon Tribe.”

"Of course, I am happy to answer your questions, Lord Black Dragon King, who is powerful but has outdated ideas."

Connor had just stepped into the Black Dragon Clan's banquet hall.

Black Dragon King Baka then swung his tail and came forward. With a wave of his dragon claw, the magic crystal balls on the surrounding walls emitted a shimmering light.

On the stone table sits a [Lava-Roasted Thunder Lizard].

The skin was charred black, like charcoal; when cut open, blue-purple sparks danced between the flesh and blood—just looking at it made you imagine the tingling sensation that would follow.

Buck smugly tapped his plate with his paw:

"It was specially grilled by Lei Long, so it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

Immediately afterwards, the attendant dragon brought out the [Frosty Giant Whale Eyeball Sashimi], the eyeball being two meters in diameter, with ice crystals condensing into thorn patterns on the iris.

Baka enthusiastically introduced:

"You can dip this in volcanic volcanic volcano and eat it—it's a perfect blend of hot and cold!"

As for drinks, let's not even talk about them.

I don't know what kind of fruit it was made from, there's a layer of yellowish-white sediment on top that hasn't completely dissolved.

But Buck said that such wines are older and taste better.

Connor's vertical pupils trembled slightly.

If this thing were in the Spirit Continent, even dogs probably wouldn't eat it.

And this banquet hall.
It's so rudimentary it's unbearable to look at. Leaving aside the construction, the lighting alone is absolutely terrible; it's so dark here even in broad daylight.

She didn't want to sit on the stone bench, not even for a second longer.

So Connor immediately bought a dream-like beanbag chair from the Wan San store and slumped into it, his expression finally looking a little better.

Why is the Western Fantasy Continent so backward?
Connor once again felt a strong sense of dissatisfaction with his hometown.

"Connor, what's wrong?"

Seeing Bacca's puzzled expression, Connor didn't even bother to lift his eyelids:

"The sofa is high-end. Please don't give me a stone bench next time. My back is bad now, and I can't sit on anything hard."

"cough."

Baka coughed, somewhat embarrassed, but didn't say much, only muttering:

"Then you should eat the vegetables. These are rare delicacies. Don't you love roasted lizard the most?"

Holding his chopsticks, Connor poked at the bizarrely shaped and repulsive food in front of him, then shrugged.

"To be frank, the delicacies you're eating would be hard for even pigs and dogs to swallow if they were in the Spirit Qi Continent."

"Then this wine..."

"Oh, dear Black Dragon King, is this wine? If you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was some damned goblin's urine."

Fed up!

Baka thought he had been hospitable enough, but the little female dragon kept mocking him!
Before Baka could even get angry, Connor ordered real drinks from his phone.

As the rich aroma of Maotai-flavor liquor filled the cave, Baka's nostrils flared wide:

"What kind of magic is this?"

"The magic comes from 53-degree Flying Fairy Moutai."

Baka couldn't wait and took a swig, his longan eyes widening instantly.

Good wine!

The rich aroma of grains, along with a lingering sweetness, lingered in his mouth.

Then Connor pulled out a lot of snacks and fruits, including a large amount of pre-cooked food, as well as all sorts of daily necessities, such as toothpaste, toothbrushes, pajamas, and slippers.

At the same time, he also bought a sofa for Baka.

Looking at the cave, which was as bright as day under the LED lights, Baka suddenly felt that his magic crystal ball was nothing but a pile of rubbish.

"Baka, why don't you try the sofa? Also, clear away the pig feed on your table. I'll show you some real food."

"Ah."

Baka immediately had his servants remove all the items, and then, just like Connor, lay down on the sofa.

Ok?
What a wonderful feel!
In that instant, Buck seemed to have returned to hundreds of thousands of years ago, when he was nestled in his mother's arms and nursing.

That feeling was just as gentle back then.

"Try these foods again, and you'll definitely realize how fair my attitude is."

"Hey? Don't just eat noodles and flatbread, these are staple foods, no one will take them from you, eat more vegetables."

"Baka, that's a packaging bag, you can't eat it."

"The crab meat isn't there, and you can't eat the plastic tray either."

"Your table manners are terrible; you have absolutely no elegance whatsoever."

grace?

The Black Dragon King emitted a roar similar to the excited howl a kitten makes when it eats cat food for the first time.

What's the use of being elegant!
It was elegant enough that he didn't transform into his true form and swallow all of these things at once!

"Baka, you could try cigarettes with alcohol."

After finally finishing eating everything.

Baka lay lazily on the beanbag chair, holding a wine glass in his left hand and a cigarette in his right, feeling as if he had reached a state of spiritual transcendence.

These hundreds of thousands of years.
That's considered a waste of time and effort.

Only today has he found the meaning of his life, and this is the life he wants.

Connor then took out some snacks to go with the drinks, and the two chatted and ate as they ate.

Whether it's cigarettes, fine wine, or these beautifully plated pre-made dishes, everything is telling Buck that the standard of living on the Spirit Continent is indeed far higher than theirs.

"Are these foods available to every commoner on the Spirit Continent? Or are only the most powerful individuals qualified to eat them?"

"Of course, everyone can eat it, and they can afford it. In fact, many people on the Spirit Continent think these pre-cooked dishes are unhealthy. They would choose to go to restaurants and eat freshly cooked food. The taste of that is, wow, completely incomparable to pre-cooked dishes!"

Baka fell silent.

And just when he was feeling down, he suddenly discovered that smoking cigarettes seemed to be more enjoyable?

"Is everyone on the Spirit Qi Continent truly living a happy life?"

"That's for sure. Once you've experienced it, you'll understand that you've lived a miserable life for the past few decades."

"I am a dragon, not a pathetic worm."

(End of this chapter)