Prophet Bai Shuang fell to his knees before Luo De with a thud.

His words were incredibly devout, his voice trembling.

This was both a gesture of respect to Luo De and due to his legs truly being unable to hold him.

"Rise."

Luo De waved his hand at Prophet Bai Shuang, "It's time to deal with the real matters. We don't have much time to waste."

"Yes, Saint Master."

Prophet Bai Shuang quickly responded, bracing his hands on the ground in an attempt to stand up.

But as soon as he exerted effort, his legs began to tremble violently, unable to support his weight.

Prophet Bai Shuang struggled several times but ultimately couldn't stand steady.

His face showed an awkward expression, with beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Seeing this, Luo De hurriedly signaled to the hunters beside him.

"You guys, go help him up."

Two muscular hunters immediately stepped forward, holding Prophet Bai Shuang's arms on either side, carefully raising him from the ground.

"Thank you, thank you."

Prophet Bai Shuang expressed his gratitude in a low voice, his tone revealing weakness and shame.

Relying on the hunters' support, he slowly walked towards the depths of the cave.

Luo De had given the Flying Dragon another bottle of Strong Life Potion last night. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But judging by the current situation, its condition still wasn't optimistic.

The Flying Dragon lay atop a pile of ores, its body noticeably weaker than yesterday.

Its midnight-blue vertical pupils warily watched Prophet Bai Shuang, emitting a low growl from deep in its throat, seemingly ready to attack.

However, upon seeing Luo De walk behind Prophet Bai Shuang, its gaze immediately softened.

"Saint Master, where is its wound?"

Prophet Bai Shuang asked cautiously, his voice tense.

He stared at the massive body of the Flying Dragon, his eyes filled with fear.

Even though the dragon appeared weak, it was still a Magical Beast capable of easily tearing humans apart.

"I need to cast a spell on its wound." Prophet Bai Shuang explained.

"It's at the neck area."

Luo De walked to the Flying Dragon's side, gently stroked its head, and pointed out the location to Prophet Bai Shuang with his other hand.

Yesterday, Lusen had carefully examined it with the Energy Detection Gem and had already found the location of the wound.

"Right here, where the chaotic corrupt energy is most concentrated."

"Ah?"

Prophet Bai Shuang was visibly taken aback upon hearing the location.

"So, do I need to crawl into its mouth to…?"

"There's no need."

Luo De shook his head with a bit of exasperation.

"The Flying Dragon has hard scales but no Magic Resistance."

"Your spell can directly penetrate the dragon scales and reach the wound within."

Luo De paused and added:

"So you just need to stand outside and cast the spell at the location."

"Oh, okay, I understand now."

Prophet Bai Shuang sighed with relief upon hearing this explanation.

With the hunters' assistance, he slowly walked to the side of the Flying Dragon.

"I'm not harming you, I'm helping you."

Prophet Bai Shuang explained to the Flying Dragon: "If it hurts, don't go wild."

After speaking, Prophet Bai Shuang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Then he raised his palm towards the dragon's neck, and started chanting ancient spells.

His palm gradually lit up with pure white light, growing stronger, appearing like a cluster of pure white flame.

But Luo De did not feel any heat.

"Purifying Flame!"

Prophet Bai Shuang shouted, the white flame separated from his palm and fell onto the dragon scales.

The instant the flame touched the dragon scales, it penetrated directly into the dragon's body.

"Roar!"

The Flying Dragon's body trembled violently and let out a painful, low roar.

Perhaps having heard Prophet Bai Shuang's explanation, the Flying Dragon did not struggle, enduring the pain in place.

A moment later, black smoke billowed from the dragon's nostrils, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

The purification process lasted a long time, with bean-sized sweat droplets appearing on Prophet Bai Shuang's forehead, and his arms trembling slightly.

Maintaining such a lengthy spell was a massive drain on him.

When the last wisp of black smoke was expelled from the dragon, Prophet Bai Shuang collapsed directly onto the ground.

Luo De bent down, intending to lift him up, but Prophet Bai Shuang gestured to refuse.

"Saint Master, let me, let me lie down for a moment..."

"Someone, carry Prophet Bai Shuang to the fur mat to rest." Luo De immediately instructed.

"Yes, Lord."

The hunters responded quickly, carefully carrying Prophet Bai Shuang away.

Looking at the Flying Dragon again, although weakly lying on the ores, its breathing had already become stable.

This time, Luo De didn't give it another Strong Life Potion but instead condensed a seed of verdant nature and sent it into its body.

...

...

At the Border City Manor.

Lusen, having just finished his meditation and stepped out of the guest room to catch some air, saw Frost and Thunder descend from the sky.

Lusen quickly walked downstairs, meeting Luo De who was dismounting from the dragon's back.

"Lord Luo De, that Flying Dragon..." Lusen asked cautiously.

"Is already well."

Luo De said cheerfully with a smile, "Thank you for helping me save it. I'll prepare a gift for you."

"That's great, it's wonderful that it survived!"

Lusen breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely looking happy for the Flying Dragon,

"A gift is of no consequence."

"Ah?"

Luo De asked with a smile, "You don't want the large Sea Monster's bodily fluid? Well then…"

"I do!"

"I do want it, my lord!"

Lusen said anxiously.

"Hahaha!"

Luo De patted Lusen's shoulder, laughing as he said, "Just kidding, I won't shortchange you."

"By the way, how have you considered my previous proposal?"

Luo De suddenly asked.

"Well... actually, I have a better proposal, Lord Luo De."

Lusen lowered his voice and said solemnly, "You could become a council member of our Dawn Society."

...

...

The early spring winds had not completely dispelled the cold of the desert, but the hard frozen soil was gradually softening under the midday sun.

Having rested for two months, Yan Zhi, together with Xue Rui and the Desert Hunting Team, began the land cultivation work ahead of schedule.

Luo De's goal was to turn places like Razor Plain, Ice Blade Valley, and Frozen Bone Wasteland into his granaries.

Although the Northern Wasteland is cold, by securing several key passes, there's no southern entry route for large armies.

Magical Beasts from the Icefield Mountain Range won't come out idly to destroy farmland either.

Thus, the vast desert can completely become large farmland.

Luo De temporarily set a small target of one million acres.

And the primary cultivation work was entrusted to Yan Zhi.

The construction of watchtowers around the farmland also needed to keep up, planned by Xue Rui and the engineering team.

Luo De now had no energy to handle these trivial details.

The conflicts in the Northern Territory were ongoing, meeting nobles, accepting prisoners, inspecting troops every day.

The territory expanded daily, the population increased rapidly, requiring updates every two days.

As spring arrived, those three fake emperors also began assembling their forces, plotting their moves.

Simultaneously, the response from the Dawn Society to Luo De had arrived at the border town.