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Dragons were more than cash animals; they were the staple of a powerful sect or clan’s food. Eating dragon meat or meat from an animal descended from a dragon was incredibly beneficial. Any Dao that the dragon’s bloodline possessed was easier to comprehend for those who feasted on their flesh. By the dragon’s coloration, it held the beginning of an underworld dragon bloodline.

The beast flew in the air, spewing lightning bolts and calling storm clouds but failed to dent his barrier. Silas pinched the distance and punched the beast; its head whipped back.

Eugene joined him, dressed in his finest frock coat, with fur sewn into his cuffs and collar. Vergil reached out with his hand and gripped the dragon’s arm.

He heard a mighty yelp, and the demon beast struggled as Silas pulled the beast from the air. Dragons all had minor Dao in wind, lightning, and water. It was unfortunate he couldn’t afford to butcher the dragon. Still, his six Dao eyes helped him gain insight into the dragon’s Dao. 6 Dao eyes greatly accelerated his growth raid for Dao insights. Gaining additions to his cold, distance, and sealing helped him tremendously.

The dragon opened its mouth and spewed forth black flames that fizzled out when they reached his barrier. This wasn’t game of thrones, and Silas wasn’t a mundane man. His fortification had the inscriptions to deal with dragons; he had planned to find a breading pair. Dragon meat was delicious, and their fertilizer was some of the best.

Twenty of his corpse puppets rode out of the gate with enchanted lassoes and quickly encircled the downed dragon.

“Did thou plan for this to happen?” Eugene stared at him with manic eyes. “This is incredible; dragons art symbols of kingship. Having one could give thou legitimacy that bloodlines can’t.” Eugene said.

Silas was a little saddened he would have to disappoint his most valuable executive manager. Kingship wasn’t on his mind; he didn’t want to govern more than tens of billions of people. His position would be a lowly Sect Master, not some king. Bloodlines, honor, and starting wars meant very little to him. He was satisfied with expanding his farm, clearing a few mundane nations, and maybe building a port in the west.

“While the preparations were already complete, it wasn’t a plan. I hadn’t planned to run into a dragon for some time. We were lucky that one appeared after our preparations were complete.” Silas shook his head. “Bragging about having a dragon with such a young bloodline isn’t wise. It only just appeared, and as it happens, I have already made preparations to fully utilize it.” Silas gave the bount a cool smile. “How many unbred cows, chickens, sheep, goats, and sows do we have?”

“I don’t understand,” Eugene said.

The flesh puppets swarmed the dragon like ants on a caterpillar. Its pseudo-hollow energy only invigorated them further. Soon the demon beast was tied down from its legs to its jaw and dragged behind 20 riders. Vergil took a tablet and made a few adjustments to the script to allow the dragon into certain areas. New posts already made up a pin for a male or female dragon. He lucked out and got a male; he could sense it from the dragon’s powerful yang energy. Demon beasts could mate with nearly anything and produce viable offspring.

Silas planned to alter the pin’s inscriptions to increase the dragon’s need for sex by many times, lower its natural inhibitions, and drastically increase its stamina. In addition, he planned to buy more cows or visit some of the bison herds in the west and steal some cows. He planned to do a couple experiments to strengthen the dragon’s bloodline with a few injections of liquid ebony and human cultivator spirit energy.

Fortunately, he has reached the point where he can alter inscriptions on his posts with his tablet. Carving, for the most part, was handled by a few intricately carved quantum inscriptions connected to a larger formation. After his alterations, the look in the dragon’s eyes suddenly became worried. A bulge appeared at the end of its tail before two massive snake penises pushed out of him.

“I don’t understand,” Eugene repeated.

“Its simple dragon bloodline meat is incredibly valuable. We have a pure source of dragon DNA to stud for us.” Silas said.

“Hey Dotty, would thou be a dear and put him on a steady stream of liquid ebony and spirit stones. Once we get a source of quincy spirit energy, it will be even better.” Silas watched his undead puppets pull a line of sows the size of horses toward the dragon’s paddock. “It's just business; the dragon bloodline with our yield is far more valuable, and the fertilizer will be worth its weight in gold,” Silas said.

“Maybe thou should have slain it.” They watched as the dragon quickly wrapped around the first Sow that entered, and the pig started squealing. “I don’t want to watch, but I can’t look away,” Eugene said.

“Mayhap slaying it would have yielded a couple hundred pounds of meat, scales for armor, and horns for spears. This gives me endless revenue and benefits that will last generations.” Silas said.

Dragons produced far more spirit energy than a normal demon beast. Once its nature was leveled out and it became used to the pleasure living on the farm gave it, the beast would never want to leave. If life becomes bliss, leaving that constant pleasure becomes pain by comparison. Its very enjoyment will become its shackles more thoroughly than any formations, seals, or physical chains.

Silas left the dragon to fuck its pigs while he went to the spider woman’s cage. As it happened, the spider woman’s paddock was nearby the dragon. Cage was a strong word for 5 fenced acres of fun for the spider spirit beast, complete with livestock to feast upon. Already a pig shook in a web suspended from a tree. He wasn’t stingy by any means and had the generosity to grant his prisoners food to keep their spirits up.

The spider woman went through several clicks and movements before squirting pheromones from her legs. “Is it too much trouble to speak with thy mouth?” Silas said.

He tried to make a translation app a while ago, but it was too much to ask from it to translate the spider woman’s language. Silas needed to make a receptacle to receive and pull information from pheromones. They smelled like hot piss to Silas, and he was no closer to figuring out what she was saying. The interrogation wasn’t going well.

Dotty trotted up to him. “Don’t let her acting fool thee. I heard her ask a flesh puppet about the pig.” Dotty said.

The spider woman continued to click and didn’t let Dotty’s words faze her. Silas watched the pig struggle for a moment before nodding his head.

“Art thou sure she understands us? I wouldn’t want to torture some poor spirit beast for no reason.” Silas said.

“Methinks she is that valuable; we have a world full of far more volunteers. So let me dissect her, and we can see if the next one is more obedient.” Dotty said.

“Traitor, how could a fellow psionic betray me to a filthy mundane.” The spider woman said.

“Thou were right. I shouldn’t have doubted thee.” Silas said.

The small pony mare woman tossed her mane back before glaring at the spider woman. “She obviously isn’t speaking correctly. Methinks bowing and scraping should start as an apology to the god who crafted her world.”

“God, no, mayhap a devil is more apt.” The spider woman said.

Silas grabbed Dotty before the little pony could fry the little carriage-sized spider woman with lightning and rip her into pieces with telekinesis. He held up the little pony, full of fury, as lighting crackled from her horn.

“Art thou foolish. Thy life is a cheap commodity, and thou knows it to be true. But where would my pride be if I let thou goad me like a raging bull into killing thee? Speak or do not what I can not glean from thy tongue the knife will supply. I have no one to put thou to the question nor time to do so myself. Fortune smiles upon thou; mayhap thou should enjoy it while I am gone. Feel free to struggle and look for paths of escape. I adore filling holes in my defenses. Every hole found will be one less for the willful beast that replaces thee.” Silas turned to Dotty. “The dutchman will take care of maintaining the upkeep of her paddock. Do not worry about the dragon; his only concern will be relieving his tensions, feasting, and sampling the flesh of our farm.”

“The dutchman grows tired of his wives; the exotic nature of squaws has run its course, and their bellies are full of babes. Mayhap, he will see this new creature and seek to put his human penis in her spinneret.”

“That tis exit only.” The spider woman shouted.

“Methinks silence will serve thy cause best,” Dotty said.

“I sent an order to the undead puppets if she escapes. They art to gun her down. One will wait on the tallest mill on my land as the wind turns the grinding stones with crosshairs on the spider woman.” Silas said.

“Can I find comfort in him if he finds me comely enough?” The spider woman said.

“The dutchman has taken to screwing with Margret.” Silas came up a blank, and Dotty nodded. “Margret is a six-foot-tall hen soon-to-be spirit beast,” Dotty said.

He turned and walked away from the spider woman’s paddock without the information he sought. She seemed to be a common spirit beast focusing on mind arts. Fucking a chicken on the cusp of becoming a spirit beast was skirting the line. Still, technically, Margret had the intelligence and power to decline the Dutchman’s advances. It was a thin line between having sex with an animal and a spirit beast, but he wasn’t planning to execute the guy for it.

Odds were good that Silas would toss the spider woman into the dragon’s paddock to see what came of the union. Once again, if everything played out correctly, the spirit energy density would increase by another realm, further increasing the benefits of cultivation on his property. Dragon fertilizers and meat would vastly improve the quality of cultivators and available herbs. He needed alchemists to figure out pill-making or at least tonic making to increase cultivation results.

He planned to rescue homeless children off the streets to train them in the specialty and formations. Some combat specialists, engineers, inventors, and full-time farmers wouldn’t hurt. Maybe he should start a war to get more bodies; even over 500 undead puppets weren’t enough to keep his farm running and cater to his projects.

Silas changed his clothes and entered the carriage beside Eugene and Yoshino. A senkimon appeared with Yoruichi, Soifon, and Urahara in time for the wedding.

“Is that a dragon? Why isn’t the British Branch all over it, and why is it having relations with pigs?” Urahara asked.

“Mayhap, it is a different dragon than the dragons of London. As for the pigs, thou could call it a trade secret. The results will be worth it.” Silas said.

“A cat can’t mate with a dog to create a catdog,” Yoruichi said.

Silas raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Life, uh, finds a way,” Silas said.

The wheels of fate had already broken apart and scattered, never to be seen again. Food alone would be the deciding factor. Silas would make a great farm to pump out endless food like the mightiest cultivation pills. His Sect would be the envy of the world.

Silas felt the carriage knew and felt secure leaving his farm in the care of his managers and servants. He felt good until the carriage wheel hit the first rock. There was no suspension or rubber on the wagon wheel. Fury erupted in his gut; he had a new goal. Silas would go to South America to find rubber trees and plant them on his farm. Then he would add a suspension system and rubber tires to his carriages.