The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Time galloped past like a white steed, swiftly passing into the outer mountains.

Unknowingly, there was now gradually only a month left of the initial three month period before the peak selection ceremony. Due to this, the atmosphere covering the entire outer mountains seemed to become tenser.

Numerous disciples were desperately training, working hard in hopes that they would be able to raise their strength to better their chances of getting a good placing in the peak selection ceremony, while also hopefully catching the eye of some of the Spirit Devouring Mountain\'s elders and obtaining good cultivation prospects.

After all, numerous high-level personnel would be present on the day of the peak selection ceremony, making it an excellent chance to display one\'s abilities.

As such, the atmosphere in the outer mountains was no longer as relaxed as before during this period, even the air itself seemingly filled with a tense feeling. If they were not training on Energy Mountain, everyone would be in one of the many lecture halls working on their spiritual techniques, all for the sake of growing stronger.

Ezra was likewise no exception. The time he had now every day was exceptionally enriched with activities, training on Energy Mountain, giving spiritual technique guidance, and studying the recently acquired Eight Lost Dragons.

Hence, Exra Zephyr maintained a vigilant state of mind, now allowing himself to relax as he invested all his time and effort into improving himself.

After all, Ezra Zephyr was well aware of his goal, to make use of the excellent training conditions here to raise his prowess to the next level of the Core Formation stage in the shortest possible time.

Back in the sovereign side of the Naran Continent, the Bloodfang Kingdom was eyed like prey by the Brownmane Empire. The ambitious Emperor Bruce had turned his eyes to the Bloodfang Kingdom ever since the death of his second son, Victor Brownmane.

Once Emperor Bruce found an opportunity, the Bloodfang Kingdom would surely face calamity once again.

Hence, if Ezra Zephyr does not want the Bloodfang Kingdom to be destroyed when he returns, he needs to make use of every second he had to strengthen himself.

On the balcony of a certain little house.

The prince was seated in a pool of sunshine, his eyes lightly shut as he held the Eight Lost Dragons jade strip in his hand. His mind entered the strip as he immersed himself in its marvels.

After a long time had passed, Ezra\'s eyes slowly opened.

He had been trying to comprehend this spiritual technique for several days and was gradually beginning to grasp the important points.

The prince gazed at the jade strip as he mumbled to himself, "This technique is fantastic..."

According to what was written in the jade strip, a unique method was needed to practice the 8 Lost Dragons. It required one to refine 8 different dragon-type martial animal blood and meld them together into a spiritual technique mark, before branding it on the core

Once learnt, one would be able to form dragons with one\'s spiritual energy in battle. At the advanced level, eight dragons could be sent out that boasted extremely overwhelming power that was almost comparable to a true high-tier Gamma layer technique.

The most amazing thing about it was that the higher grade of the blood, the more powerful the technique would be.

"However, the difficulty lies in refining the dragon-type martial animal blood. Such blood will surely be violent and untameable. If fused into the body, the slightest negligence would give it the chance to erode and invade the body. Hence, one would need absolute control over it."

Those that could be considered dragon-type martial animals were too strong. The blood of such martial animals was extremely berserk, and ordinary people would not dare to fuse it into one\'s body.

Ezra Zepgye fell into thought for a brief moment, before shaking his head, deciding not to think too much about it. It seems that he had to make a trip to the Glittering Jewels Pavillion. He should be able to find the blood he required there.

With these thoughts in mind, he decided to act. He left the balcony and walked down the steps to the first floor.

In front of the little house, Gill Subzi also followed. He was tagging along purely because there were many items in the Glittering Jewels Pavilion, and maybe even some good alcohol.

The Glittering Jewels Pavilion was located on one of the central peaks. The giant octagonal building seemed to spread outwards like some kind of behemoth, while wind chimes could be seen hanging at all eight corners. When the wind blew, a clear tinkling sound would spread that was extremely pleasing to the ear.

This was likewise one of the most popular places in the outer mountains and was frequented by numerous disciples. After all, there were many treasures inside, and people would occasionally find themselves shopping here for an entire day.

After entering, Ezra left Gill to his own devices, while he went to seek out one of the servants girls.

"I need dragon-type martial animal blood, the higher the rank the better!" the prince generously declared as if money was something he did not lack. After all, being an instructor of a spiritual technique had indeed recently made him rather wealthy.

The servant girl was initially stunned by his words. Soon after, she sweetly said, "Please follow me, I will find the manager for you."

Hence, the servant girl led Ezra into one of the inner rooms to be seated.

The prince waited inside for a while, and a middle-aged man soon entered.

He smiled as he sized up Ezra and said, "I am Rumero, a manager of the Glittering Jewels Pavillion. Young brother Ezra Zephyr has become quite a popular figure in the outer mountains recently."

Although Rumero was a manager at the Glittering Jewels Pavillion, he was also an official outer mountain disciple. It was due to his age that he had been assigned here.

"I heard that young brother Ezra Zephyr wants dragon-type martial animal blood?" Rumero smiled. "You must be intending to practice the 8 Lost Dragons, right?"

Although there were not many disciples currently who could practice the 8 Lost Dtagons, there were ultimately still a number of them. It was obvious that they had also come to the Glittering Jewels Pavillion in search of dragon-type martial animal blood.

The prince, Ezra Zephyr nodded as he cupped his fists together. "I\'ll be troubling manager Rumero."

"Not a problem." Rumero chuckled. With a wave of his hand, a servant girl brought in a silver plate on which sat three jade bottles. The bottles were crystal clear, the viscous scarlet liquid within giving off a faint berserk aura.

"These are the blood of the Frosty Croc, Three-headed Flame Lizard, and the Thunder Rumble Wyvern. All of them are peak tier 2 Martial Animals, and each bottle will cost 500 spirit jade pieces."

"Peak tier 2 huh..." Ezra frowned slightly. "Is there anything better?"

Peak tier 2 was only equivalent to the peak level of a Core Formation stage, a level that did not satisfy Ezra Zephyr at all. After all, the higher quality of the blood, the more powerful the 8 Lost Dragons would become.

Although he did not dare to hope for anything too high a grade, peak tier 2 was still rather low in his opinion.

"Looks like young brother Ezra Zephyr does not lack spirit jade." Rumero laughed upon hearing this. Normally speaking, most of the disciples that practised the 8 Lost Dragons would be more than satisfied with such a tier of Martial Animal blood. It was mainly because the unofficial outer mountain disciples were currently not very rich.

He waved his hand and another servant girl brought in two silver plates covered by red cloth.

He pulled off the first plate as another three bottles appeared. Scarlet blood bubbled within these bottles, the berserk undulations able to permeate the special material from which the bottles were made. Just the smell alone made one feel one\'s body heat up.

"These are from the Crimson Crude Dragon, the Century Earth Snake and the Pink Devil Lizard. All of them are initial stage tier 3 Martial Animals and are exceedingly formidable.

Even 7th peak level Core Formation practitioners would find them impossible to defeat."

Rumero said and chuckled. "However, they are also very expensive. A single bottle will cost 1500 spirit jade pieces."

He looked towards Ezra Zephye and grinned. "How about it, are you satisfied now?"

Amazement was displayed on Ezra\'s face. The Glittering Jewels Pavilion really had everything. Initial tier 3 martial animal blood was indeed an excellent cultivation resource for him.

However, they were indeed expensive. Ordinary unofficial outer mountain disciples only received 30 spirit jade pieces a month. They may earn more by working hard on missions, but it would at most reach a sum of a few hundred spirit jade pieces, which was far from enough to purchase these martial animal types of blood.