Zhang Chen heard the Fox Spirit’s words and thought that the Fox Spirit’s illusion technique had some limitations. It would likely be ineffective against the imperial army. Otherwise, he would simply use the illusion technique to charge into Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, instead of being so constrained.
"What? Are you looking down on me?" The Fox Fairy Nannan was very astute and immediately noticed the subtle expression on Zhang Chen’s face, prompting her to ask with some displeasure:
"You don’t even have an illusion technique, so why look down on me? Really!"
Zhang Chen couldn’t be bothered to bicker with the Fox Spirit; he had never heard of quarreling with someone over a skill.
"Could you tell me the truth? What exactly happened? How did the True Dragon Destiny in my body end up devouring you?" Zhang Chen looked at the Fox Spirit, feeling somewhat perplexed.
Logically, the True Dragon Qi should have at most destroyed the Fox Spirit. He had never heard of it refining the other into part of his skill.
"Maybe one of my ancestors swallowed a mouthful of Dragon Essence long ago, which gave me the ability of Transformation of Illusion and Reality, allowing it to resonate with the True Dragon Destiny." The Fox Spirit was a bit evasive, seemingly unwilling to elaborate.
Seeing this, Zhang Chen did not press further. Instead, after finishing his lamb leg, he wiped the grease off his body and then transformed the Fox Spirit into a rune, collecting it.
"Zhang Shicheng’s tomb might be anywhere within a ten-mile radius and deeply buried underground. How should I find it?" Zhang Chen was somewhat puzzled.
At the same time, he was contemplating what he could do if he were to find the True Dragon Tomb.
"Zhang Shicheng was a person from hundreds of years ago; logically, his lifespan should have reached its limit, right? Now, since he hasn’t successfully transformed into a dragon, equating to not being fully alive, my Soul Hook skill should be effective against these old fellows, shouldn’t it? If I could hook Zhang Shicheng’s soul over, and see if I could extract some skills and experiences from him, or directly use my Blood-sucking Skill, shouldn’t my Blood-sucking Skill improve further?"
Zhang Chen was currently thinking about his own Blood-sucking Skill. If he absorbed the blood of a creature that was at least a Twelfth Tier Pseudo Dragon, his Blood-sucking Skill would surely evolve.
What abilities would it evolve into by then?
Could he completely transform into a bat? Not be constrained by time and location?
Could he gain the ability to enter the Empress Tomb?
Compared to the Empress Tomb, even the True Dragon Tomb would merely be a bonus, not to mention Zhang Shicheng’s Pseudo Dragon tomb.
"I possess the True Dragon Destiny; I am the only True Dragon in Heaven and Earth, and Zhang Shicheng is merely a Pseudo Dragon." At this moment, Zhang Chen secretly muttered in his heart.
Regarding the schemes at Prince Pingbian’s Mansion, he had some guesses in his mind. The biggest plan at Prince Pingbian’s Mansion was probably for Zhang Shicheng Zhang Chun to undergo the Walking Flood Dragon transformation. If Zhang Shicheng really could transform during the Walking Flood Dragon, he would immediately leap to become a Twelfth Tier anomaly. Then, he would have the capital to challenge the Great Victory Dynasty. Prince Pingbian’s Mansion would likely immediately rise and no longer fear the restraints of the court.
"Back then, when the Alien Race invaded, the Great Victory Court relocated, and Zhang Shicheng suddenly rose. It probably had something to do with mysterious fate." Zhang Chen was continuously analyzing:
"First: Zhang Shicheng’s sudden rise back then likely had mysterious fate behind it."
"Second: What exactly happened to the Great Victory Dynasty back then that allowed the Alien Race to invade?"
"Regarding the second question, there are two possibilities. The first is that something went wrong with the Twelfth Tier mystery of the Great Victory Dynasty, forcing them to retreat strategically. The second is that the Twelfth Tier mystery of the Great Victory Dynasty was held down by the mystery of the Alien Race, then Zhang Shicheng gained Dragon Qi augmentation and swept through the world’s Alien Race. However, when Zhang Shicheng wanted to rule the world, he discovered the existence of the Twelfth Tier mystery and was dumbfounded, ultimately dying with regrets, burying himself to await the opportunity for dragon transformation." Zhang Chen thought his analysis was highly possible, because Zhang Shicheng was just a yokel back then and might not understand the existence of mysteries.
For ordinary people, there were simply no mysteries in the world; just like the village he grew up in, there was no mention of mysteries at all.
"It’s getting more and more interesting!" Zhang Chen picked up his shovel and continued to dig the soil.
"Pa~"
The sound of a whip crackled. The overseer swung the whip, continuously commanding porters to move sand, not allowing anyone to rest.
"I wonder how my hornets are doing. Those hornets are my life-saving means in the future; I just hope they can survive. There’s water in the cave, the hornets shouldn’t fly away."
Zhang Chen shoveled some yellow soil, pondering if he should send the Fox Spirit to take a look, and then directly summoned the Fox Spirit to inquire.
The Fox Fairy Nannan heard Zhang Chen’s words and rolled her eyes: "How far I can go entirely depends on your strength. With your current capability, twenty miles is already the limit."
Zhang Chen had no choice but to abandon this plan, instructing the Fox Spirit to go outside to gather supplies, secretly brewing gunpowder in the desolate mountains. Perhaps the gunpowder might be of use if he really excavates Prince Pingbian Zhang Shicheng’s Tomb in the future.
"I’ll teach you the method to refine gunpowder. Do you want to learn?" Zhang Chen looked at the Fox Spirit.
Upon hearing this, the Fox Spirit’s eyes immediately lit up: "I do! Of course, I do!"
Seeing this, Zhang Chen did not withhold the information, detailing the materials and the methods for purification, refinement, and various ratios needed for the gunpowder.
He did not hide from the Fox Spirit; he couldn’t possibly put in all the effort to make the gunpowder himself in the future.