In cultivation worlds, heaven and earth are filled with spiritual energy, and naturally, that energy seeps into the soil itself. That was why legendary medicinal fields were said to be rich with spiritual power.
The Perfect World was also an immensely powerful realm, saturated with boundless energy. Over time, that energy blended into the land, nurturing countless heavenly treasures. The soil before him came from Bei Village. Most of its original spiritual energy had already dissipated, yet its origin was still the Perfect World. As such, it retained traces of that world's essence.
Those traces were insignificant within the Perfect World—but in the Naruto world, they were astonishingly valuable. In fact, the grade of this energy likely surpassed even natural chakra.
Ruofeng narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Looks like in the future, I shouldn't only pay attention to treasures. Even soil and stones might be priceless. If I ever get soil from the Peach Garden of the Journey to the West world, it might rival immortal elixirs."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the medicinal cauldron and the falling corpse of the Flame Tiger.
The moment the Flame Tiger's body hit the ground, the surrounding giant dogs all revealed hungry, eager expressions. In the Perfect World, the Flame Tiger was merely a powerful beast, but compared to the canine clan, it was still vastly superior.
Yet what truly ignited their frenzy was a single white bone that dropped beside the corpse.
Every dog's eyes lit up—including the Ghost-Faced Mastiff King beneath Ruofeng's feet.
Ruofeng himself hadn't paid much attention to the bone. It only contained a few strange symbols. While it confirmed the Perfect World origin of the junk, he hadn't sensed anything particularly special about it.
But seeing the dogs' intense reaction, he couldn't help twitching his lips.
"Dogs really never change when it comes to bones. Still, a bone from the Perfect World must belong to a powerful beast."
In that world, countless fearsome creatures carried traces of ancient ferocious bloodlines. For ordinary beasts, such bloodlines were an irresistible temptation.
The Ghost-Faced Mastiff King spoke eagerly, "Master… this bone contains a special aura. If I eat it, I feel I could become much stronger."
The Sled Dog nodded in agreement. "That's right. There's a unique energy inside. If consumed, it might even trigger evolution."
As the only member of the canine clan currently practicing Sage Mode, the Sled Dog possessed the greatest insight.
Ruofeng stared at the bone for a moment, then said calmly, "Keep it. You can decide who gets to consume it. Don't obsess over just this one—there will be more in the future."
His confidence was absolute. He knew that even more powerful junk from cultivation worlds would appear eventually. If the remains of divine beasts ever surfaced, they would naturally belong to the canine clan.
After all, he wasn't about to gnaw on bones himself.
The Sled Dog nodded. "Understood, Master. I'll arrange it properly."
"Good."
Ruofeng then gestured toward the medicinal cauldron and the Flame Tiger's corpse. "Move the cauldron and the tiger into the Great Hall. Have the Papillons thoroughly search the remaining soil. See if anything valuable was left behind."
At once, the Bully Kutta stepped forward.
This massive dog, built entirely of muscle, lifted the medicinal cauldron with ease and strode toward the distant hall.
At the same time, the Flame Tiger's corpse was hoisted by the Bulldog, who followed closely behind.
Among the eight canine kings, the strongest in raw power were clearly the Bulldog and the Bully Kutta. As for Ruofeng's personal favorite, the Ghost-Faced Mastiff King, it excelled in speed, explosive strength, and sheer ferocity.
Soon, a swarm of Papillons rushed in.
Small and nimble, they were ideal for stealth and search operations. They dove straight into the soil, carefully sifting through every inch.
Since even the soil itself was precious, anything hidden within it could easily be a priceless treasure.
Watching them work, Ruofeng chuckled softly. "From now on, I'll just send all new junk straight to the canine clan. No need to clean it up myself."
With that, he signaled the Ghost-Faced Mastiff King to return.
Inside the great hall, Ruofeng stared at a massive, blood-red whip-like object.
The corners of his mouth twitched. "Sled Dog… you froze every other part of the Flame Tiger?"
The Sled Dog nodded. "Yes, Master. Beast King Mountain has its own ice storage. We preserve food there, so the tiger has been sealed away. But this… this part is troublesome. It's inherently fiery. Freezing it would damage its essence."
Ruofeng sighed helplessly.
Before him lay the Flame Tiger's most valuable part—its whip.
Even an ordinary tiger whip was an exceptional tonic. Now imagine one from the Perfect World.
Its fiery crimson color, massive thickness, and length of over three meters made it look extraordinary. Combined with its origin, the effects were unimaginable.
"Seal it," Ruofeng decided. "I'll take it back and soak it in wine."
The Sled Dog immediately had the Papillons handle it.
Once that was done, Ruofeng turned his attention to the medicinal cauldron.
It had already been cleaned. Several small Huskies poured spring water inside, while a group of young Tibetan Mastiffs used Fire Release—still clumsy, but effective—to heat the cauldron.
As the water began to boil, Papillons tossed in various medicinal herbs.
This was the medicinal bath Ruofeng had prepared, using a formula he obtained from Jiraiya. Most of the ingredients were brought by Ruofeng himself, while a few came from the canine clan's treasured reserves.
Soon, the water bubbled vigorously, releasing a rich medicinal fragrance.
Ruofeng narrowed his eyes in anticipation. "Almost ready. I wonder how effective it'll be when brewed in a medicinal cauldron."
The Sled Dog replied, "The effects should be remarkable. However, the most crucial ingredient in the Mount Myōboku formula is toad oil. Beast King Mountain doesn't have that. Still, our herbs are extremely potent.
"Our lands are ideal for cultivation—especially the wasteland where you discard your junk. The soil there has become incredibly fertile. I've already ordered the Papillons to plant herbs there. In the future, we'll have a continuous supply of high-quality medicinal ingredients for you."
Ruofeng smiled faintly.
Things were unfolding even better than he had imagined.