Translator: Exodus Tales
Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by Mianbao
Edited by RED
The Waterfall Flood Dragon coiled its tail around the little crocodile spirit, and gently sent it over in front of Zhu Minglang.
The way it treated the little crocodile spirit was obviously different from how it treated the Violent Catfish. The Waterfall Flood Dragon was being especially gentle.
“Wuooo…” The little crocodile spirit made a face, looking like he had suffered a grievance when he saw Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang sat in front of the little crocodile spirit’s head, his face gradually revealing a smile.
“Look, Heiya, even the flood dragon is looking at you in a new light. You’ve done very well!” Zhu Minglang said, pointing at the Waterfall Flood Dragon.
The little crocodile spirit was riddled with injuries all over. With much effort, he raised his head and noticed the Waterfall Flood Dragon’s neck and head were erected proudly at the side, over half its body still under the water.
Seemingly realizing he shouldn’t be acting so pathetically if his goal was to become a dragon as powerful as the Deep River Dragon, the little crocodile spirit crawled up on his own and put up a stubborn front, looking like he wouldn’t be beaten so easily.
The little crocodile spirit was probably trying to put across the message that killing the Violent Catfish was all thanks to their cooperation!
“Then, Teacher Duan Lan…” Zhu Minglang was about to bid farewell, but he saw her standing on a large rock, facing the rock wall where the Violent Catfish had met its end.
A mist was hanging in the air, blurring the surroundings. The flood dragon master’s body looked even more graceful under the misty veil. Even though the waterfall was producing a crashing noise, it was unable to conceal her outstanding beauty.
She raised her palm, seemingly grabbing at a certain substance in the air.
She remained in this pose quietly for a few minutes, before finally obtaining something. She slowly turned around, and walked towards Zhu Minglang and the injured little crocodile spirit.
“It turns out this sly Violent Catfish had cultivated for close to two hundred years, all this while hiding itself here! This is its Demonic Soul Pearl; treat it as medicine to heal your little crocodile spirit’s injuries. It should be able to hasten your crocodile spirit’s dragonization,” Duan Lan said, handing a murky, dark red pearl to Zhu Minglang.
The pearl wasn’t big, only about the size of a thumb. Duan Lan seemed to be using her spirit force to stabilize it, preventing it from dissipating.
This was good stuff!
Zhu Minglang didn’t expect Teacher Duan Lan to be so generous, not even minding exhausting a large amount of spirit force to allow him to harvest the pearl! It truly was a blessing to be Teacher Duan Lan’s student.
Zhu Minglang naturally knew this wasn’t something easy to obtain. After receiving the demonic pearl, he immediately fed it to the little crocodile spirit.
Other than raising and training dragons, Dragon Tamers had another remarkable capability: harvesting souls and condensing them into pearls.
The cultivation of an old demon like the Violent Catfish was already beyond that of common spirits. Even in death, their dissipating souls were extraordinary.
Dragon Tamers could use their own spirit force to condense the soul into their hands, then cleanse the ferocity and resentment from when they were alive, turning it into a demonic pearl that was very beneficial to their spiritlings and dragonlings!
Usually, the higher the cultivation of a Demon Spirit, the better the soul pearls harvested after their deaths.
With close to two hundred years of cultivation, although the little crocodile spirit wouldn’t inherit all of it after consuming the pearl, it would greatly hasten his growth!
After digesting the demonic pearl, the little crocodile spirit would become a big crocodile spirit. He wouldn’t be far off from his Dragon Gate!…
Once Zhu Minglang received the can of frosty snow tree nectar from Teacher Duan Lan, he would have completely solved his two dragon babies’ ration problem for the near future. He wouldn’t have to work so hard standing guard for the whole night again…
He could sleep peacefully for once; what came next for him was to slowly wait for little Baiqi and little Heiya to grow up.
Their growth was actually very fast in his spirit domain. Those demons and beasts in the wild would either have to rely on fighting others, claiming spirit fruits for themselves to increase their cultivation, or slowly increase it passively, day by day.
Dragon Tamers’ spirit domains didn’t just increase the physical growth of the dragons. They could also increase the dragons’ rate of cultivation many times over!
Spending a year in a Dragon Tamer’s spirit domain was approximately as good as cultivating for ten years on the outside for a dragon. As the Dragon Tamer themselves grew stronger, the multiplier would continue to increase further.
Regrettably, little Heiya had yet to dragonize. Otherwise, he would easily surpass Zhu Minglang’s classmates’ spiritlings just by sleeping in a spirit domain…
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The best part about Dragon Tamers Academies was that they had an extensive library on dragonology, having amassed information on a large number of dragon species. In order to better understand Baiqi’s growth, Zhu Minglang went to the library to search for information regarding White Ice Morning Dragons.
The library was an elegant place. Both the floor or the wooden shelves were cleaned thoroughly, with not a speck of dust to be seen. The warm afternoon light in the cold autumn shone through the open rattan window, covering Zhu Minglang like a loose golden blanket…
With a few books and a cup of water, the Academy was really extraordinarily extravagant. Even their public areas were so classy. Compared to the poor and backwards Wutu, they seemed to belong to two different worlds.
“No matter if it is the Silvermoon Winged Dragon or the Starwind Ice Dragon, it only takes about a year and a half to grow from their infant phase to their growth phase. Not only do they not belong to a dragon species with a slow growth rate, it was even fast, on the contrary!” Zhu Minglang held two books in front of him, comparing them.
“In other words, the White Ice Morning Dragon, a species with both their bloodlines, should only need about a year and a half to reach its growth phase.”
There wasn’t much information on White Ice Morning Dragons. Naturally Zhu Minglang could only analyze the information from its bloodline.
“If it’s a year and a half, then only a little over a month is needed if it’s being nourished in a spirit domain…
“If it’s fed sufficient nectar, the duration can be shortened to a month…
“What a pity. If the food is purely frosty snow tree nectar, the duration could be further reduced to twenty-odd days, and Baiqi’s icy feathers, as well as his ice magic, would be stronger.”
Frosty snow tree nectar was priced at five grains of golden sand for a can, a staggering price five times that of ordinary nectar, not to mention the especially low supply.
“Speaking of which, Heiya’s appetite increased again after consuming the demonic pearl. The large silkworms I prepared are already not enough…”
Zhu Minglang calculated with his fingers as he studied the book, and soon fell into the most profound thought in his life: where and how was he supposed to earn enough money?
One thing led to another, and Zhu Minglang went to get a book on finance. When he read a stunning suggestion on it, stating that Great Dragon lairs were usually filled with treasures, and that looting dragon lairs was the fastest method of earning money, he immediately slammed the book shut.
-I’d better look for records on Heiya. Teacher Duan Lan emphasized that he’s a spiritling with extremely high potential. As his master, I should do some planning for his life as a dragon!-
Walking along the long gallery of books, the slanted sun rays shone in from the west, passing through row after row, layer after layer of shelves and were divided into countless threads of golden rays.
Between the rays, a graceful woman casually loitered back and forth between the bookshelves, her twinkling eyes, which were even more resplendent than the golden sun rays, also seemed nonchalant.
She walked past the bookshelves with light steps, her fair hands making short pauses on the spines of a few antiquated books. However, she didn’t pick up any of those books in the end, and slowly retracted her hand.
There weren’t any books she wanted, and she didn’t seem to be in the mood to read, either.
Zhu Minglang was at the intersection between shelves, his gaze uncontrollably drawn to her, even forgetting that staring at a woman like that was being rude, as well as what he was looking for.
-Why is she here?
-Nan Lingsha…
-Or is she Li Yunzi?-
After their brief encounter last time, Zhu Minglang began suspecting if he was bewitched. Why would he mistake another woman for Li Yunzi?
However, after meeting her again, Zhu Minglang was still sure in his opinion that she was Li Yunzi.
Today, she seemed less cold and tough, and was more feminine and cultured.
“What a coincidence. We meet again,” Zhu Minglang took the initiative to say hello when he saw her slowly walking in his direction.
The woman seemed to have noticed him long ago, her beautiful eyes looking at the bookshelves, but she replied to him, “You really think it’s a coincidence?”
“Yunzi?” Zhu Minglang felt a hint of joy inside.