My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 240 - 226: The Old Demon Emperor’s Ambition

Xue Dili grabbed Little Dragon Lady by the scruff of her neck, bringing her in front of him. There were scales and horns on the scruff of her neck, as if they had grown there independently to allow a dragon mother to carry or drag her easily.

Directly placing her in front of him, Xue Dili asked, "What did you just say?"

"Papa..."

"Who taught you that?" Little Dragon Lady seemed to take a few seconds to understand Xue Dili's meaning, then she pointed to a white crow not far away, and then pointed to her own head, indicating that she was the one who taught her.

Xue Dili: "..."

Forget it, actually, it's quite normal. For the vast majority of creatures, "mama" is the easiest syllable to pronounce, followed by "papa," corresponding to "momma" and "pappa" in many languages.

So Little Dragon Lady had simply changed her previous address of him from "momma" to "pappa," which really seemed to have been taught by the white crow.

"Can you really control your little horns? Can you make them grow a bit taller?" Xue Dili gestured towards her little horns, trying to make the eight-month-old child understand.

And then, Little Dragon Lady seemed to understand. She appeared to hold her breath forcefully. In the next moment, the little horns on her head slowly grew a few millimeters taller.

"This doesn't appear to be the talent of a normal race; non-soft-bodied creatures can freely control their bodies..." The Old Demon Emperor slowly closed his eyes, and in the next moment, he said, "Are you sure this little dragon girl isn't your daughter? Why does her ability resemble your Fantasy Manifestation so much?"

The Old Demon Emperor's words left Xue Dili unable to respond. Indeed, when he saw this, he wondered if she also possesses the ability of Fantasy Manifestation.

So Xue Dili tried to conduct an experiment: "Can you turn your pupils into Golden Pupil?"

Little Dragon Lady tilted her head; she seemed unable to comprehend the meaning of this term.

Xue Dili attempted to produce a piece of gold in his hand and pointed to it, saying, "Change your pupils to this color."

In the next moment, Little Dragon Lady's pupils turned pure golden.

"Make them glow, like flames burning."

The Golden Pupil emitted a flickering glow, like flames.

"Appear a decrepit lion in your pupils."

Then a decrepit lion that Xue Dili had previously rescued appeared in Little Dragon Lady's pupils.

"This lion isn't decrepit enough. Turn into an even more decrepit lion, like this." Xue Dili drew an extremely decrepit lion on paper, and then, looking at the sketch, her pupils transformed into this extremely decrepit lion.

On the scene, within Little Dragon Lady's pupils, there appeared a seemingly never-extinguishing Golden Pupil, emitting a captivating glow. Nobody dared to meet her gaze because just a glance would feel like having high beams directly shining on your face, almost blinding you, with a decrepit-looking lion hidden within her pupils.

Xue Dili turned off the lights, and in the next moment, in the darkness, Little Dragon Lady's two large eyes emitted an obvious golden glow like two spotlights, mixed with a flickering flame effect.

Xue Dili: "..."

The Old Demon Emperor: "..."

"Are you playing with something I don't understand again?" the Old Demon Emperor asked.

"I'm just testing her ability..." Xue Dili turned on the lights and pointed at the Bread Knight, whose legs were nearly gnawed off, saying, "Can you make a Magic Stick spear from that thing?"

Little Dragon Lady started to ponder, and in the next moment, a miniature version of the Bread Knight's Magic Stick spear slowly manifested in her hand, gradually growing longer until it stopped at over a meter.

She cheerfully raised the Magic Stick in her hand and pointed it at the Bread Knight, exclaiming "Waii!" with an odd tone, and then rushed forward to thrash the Magic Stick against the Bread Knight's Magic Stick, sending flour flying everywhere.

The Bread Knight: "..."

After the experiment, Xue Dili stated outright: "Indeed, her ability is similar to Fantasy Manifestation, or rather, it's a power of the same origin, converting her internal Magic Power into a fantasy product, similar to energy-to-matter conversion."

"So she's really not your daughter?" the Old Demon Emperor continued to quip.

"Absolutely not, I'm only at the Legendary Level; how could I have an eight-month-old daughter at the Mythic Level? If I had a Mythic Level daughter, you'd probably find yourself beaten ten-to-nothing by me, rather than having to take me down through attrition." Xue Dili bluntly shut down the Old Demon Emperor's banter.

The Old Demon Emperor was left speechless. His most convincing strength hadn't earned him any advantage in front of Xue Dili, and so he could only grouchily open his phone.

Xue Dili looked at the innocent Little Dragon Lady and closed his eyes.

Just what is this little creature's true identity? Like Fafnir, born at the Mythic Level, but even Fafnir only became Mythic Level with age, while this one seems to have had the power right after birth.

Moreover, she possesses the same ability as Fantasy Manifestation... Or actually, she might not be a dragon at all but something else entirely, only imagining her basic form as a dragon-born due to being born surrounded by dragons...

Could she be a newly born individual formed from a fragment of the Venerable King?

Xue Dili didn't know, because in theory, if the Cursed Blood touched the Evil Eye, he should be able to discover the child's true identity through the Cursed Blood if it was indeed a Venerable King Fragment.

But now, Xue Dili had no idea about her identity, and it seemed she came for Xue Dili deliberately, rather than coincidentally.

He rubbed his temples and also wondered, how was Olivia's infiltration plan going? Had she successfully infiltrated the Dragon Race? If so, it would be best if he could receive some intel.

...

"Grand Commander, you've had a long day, this is the dinner we've prepared for you." When Xue Dili had nothing much to do, White Crow handed him a plate of food, with bread, smoked meat, and a plant Xue Dili didn't recognize, along with a kind of tea brewed from some unknown plant in pure water by her side.

"Alright, thank you." Xue Dili didn't stand on ceremony and started eating directly. To be honest, it tasted pretty good. In this resource-scarce area, having such a dinner was probably among their scanty reserves.

Watching Xue Dili's actions, the young lady finally seemed to show a smile, no longer that shy demeanor she had before.

"Have all your people here been educated?" Xue Dili asked the question.

He was certain that people of this world had received education, at least the basics of cultural education. Otherwise, people wouldn't sound like great literary figures spouting sentences full of melancholy and artsy to the extreme, like "the suffering Earth", "the meaning of life", and "why do birds fly", resembling literary scholars, albeit somewhat pretentious.

But even such pretentious literature requires a certain cultural foundation, at least to a degree of adolescent syndrome to achieve this level.

Put this in the world of the Old Demon Emperor, people of that world wouldn't even dream of being artsy, describing stars as "glowing fruits", satellites as "white fruits", their vocabulary only limited to fighting and cooking, exuding an air of illiteracy when they opened their mouths.

Even though the Old Demon Emperor is the most cultured person in their world, Xue Dili still felt he was a bit of an illiterate.

"Grand Commander, actually… the Dragonborn from the sky sets up schools in the Lower Realm at regular intervals, teaching us literacy, and also bringing us some supplies…" said White Crow, making a statement that left Xue Dili somewhat stunned.

"Wait a minute, the Dragonborn help you? Are they so generous even to refugees like you?" Previously, Xue Dili thought those dragons were merely colonizers and farmers overseeing the crops, not expecting them to set up classes and supply resources.

"Then why wasn't this in the intelligence you gave me?" Xue Dili asked.

"No, no, no, Grand Commander, it's here…" White Crow hastily took out those records of mythical legends, where it was written: "The Dragon God's envoy will spread gospel to the Lower Realm…"

Xue Dili: "..."

It was written so vaguely, he simply considered it a regular myth record at the time.

"Then how long until the next Dragon God's envoy descends?" Xue Dili immediately asked.

He had already planned to ambush the Dragon Race's envoy, and then when the time came, drag that dragon into a chamber no one could find, hoping the Dragonborn would understand the situation. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"They… they usually arrive during the coldest winter, which is around these days, initially when the meteor from the sky appeared, we thought the Dragonborn had arrived, and gathered around… but this year's Dragonborn actually turned out to be that child…" White Crow sneaked a glance at the Little Dragon Lady who was dueling the Bread Knight.

Even the Little Dragon Lady was touched in the stomach by the Bread Knight's magic stick after a few simple moves, falling to the ground and whining, then she started imitating the Bread Knight and conjured a pancake-shaped shield in defense.

"What do the Dragonborn teach you?"

"History, culture, stories of civilization's rise and fall, and many poignant and tragic little stories…" the young lady recalled, and said, "The first story I remember most vividly is about a giant dragon raising the flag of rebellion to the sky, but it failed, accomplishing nothing in the end."

"There's also a piece about an abandoned clan returning home, but the protagonist of the abandoned clan dies on the way home, never finding the address of their homeland."

Xue Dili: "..."

Well, he's figured out where this world's obsession with artful sorrow comes from, it turns out the Dragon Race's culture is full of such sad little stories, producing literary youths in abundance, thus spreading an epidemic of artistic melancholy across the entire world.

Xue Dili suddenly grew curious about this world's Dragon Race. Are they really descendants of dinosaurs? And are they searching for the Earth's coordinates?

"The Dragon's adults stay with us for a few to several tens of days, leaving behind plenty of food, enough to get us through the winter, and just need to work hard to gather some food after spring comes, and life can go on…" she said.

In this light, perhaps the Dragon Race isn't as bad as imagined?

At this moment, seeing the system of managing the Lower Realm under dragon management, the Old Demon Emperor had a sudden enlightenment.

Right, why hadn't he thought of such a simple method? This could impart culture to the people below, while also showing favor to the lower class? Why hadn't he thought of this system?

Actually, this is more akin to the missionary culture of medieval Europe, a stage not yet reached in the Old Demon Emperor's world.

But viewing this culturally rich yet struggling race in the harsh nuclear winter, the Old Demon Emperor felt his DNA activating.

"Xue Dili, I want to lead them," the Old Demon Emperor expressed, "I want to see if the system I just thought of can create a peaceful nation and civilization. I want to experiment with it on this land, especially in such a suffering world."

Xue Dili: "?"