The waterfall dragon wrapped its tail around the little crocodile spirit and gently brought it to Zhu Minglang.
Unlike how it treated Violent Catfish, the waterfall dragon was very gentle with the little crocodile spirit.
"Oh, oh!" The little crocodile spirit looked at Zhu Minglang and felt wronged.
Zhu Minglang sat in front of its big head and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Little Black Fang, look. Even it has a whole new level of respect for you. You have done very well." Zhu Minglang pointed at the waterfall flood dragon.
The little crocodile spirit was covered in injuries. It tried its best to raise its head and found that the waterfall dragon's neck and head were standing proudly at the side. Most of its body was in the deep pool.
The little crocodile spirit crawled up on its own as it thought about its goal of becoming a dragon as powerful as this Zhan Chuanlong. It had a stubborn look on its face that said, "I won't fall so easily."
The little crocodile spirit probably wanted to say that they worked together to kill Violent Catfish.
"Miss Duan Lan, then …" Zhu Minglang was about to say goodbye when he saw Duan Lan standing on a big rock and looking in the direction of where Violent Catfish had been killed.
The waterfall was misty and hazy. The waterfall dragon's daughter, Duan Lan, looked even more beautiful in the mist. Even the noise of the waterfall couldn't hide her otherworldly beauty.
She raised one hand and seemed to be grabbing something in the air.
After a few minutes of silence, she finally grabbed something. She slowly turned around and walked towards Zhu Minglang and the injured little crocodile spirit.
"Violent Catfish's cultivation level is close to two hundred years. This cunning beast has been hiding here all this time. This is its spirit orb. Take it as a healing medicine for your little crocodile spirit. It should help your crocodile spirit transform into a dragon faster. "Duan Lan handed a murky dark red orb to Zhu Minglang.
The orb wasn't big. It was only the size of a thumb. Duan Lan seemed to be using her spiritual power to stabilize it so that it wouldn't dissipate.
This was good stuff!
Zhu Minglang didn't expect Miss Duan Lan to be so generous. She didn't hesitate to use so much spiritual power to gather the spirit orb for him!
It was such a blessing to be Duan Lan's student.
After taking the demon pearl, Zhu Minglang knew that it was not easy to condense it. So, he fed it to the little crocodile spirit immediately.
Apart from raising and taming dragons, Dragon Shepard also had a special ability, which was to collect souls and brew beads.
For an old monster like Violent Catfish, its cultivation base had already surpassed that of a mortal being. Even if its soul dissipated after death, it would still be extraordinary.
Dragon Shepard could condense the dead spirits in his hands with his spiritual power and purify the brutality and hatred of the dead spirits, turning them into beads that would be very beneficial to both his baby spirits and the young dragons!
Generally speaking, the higher the age of a demon spirit, the better the spiritual bead it would turn into after death.
It was close to two hundred years. Although the little crocodile spirit wouldn't completely inherit the two hundred years' worth of cultivation, it was already a huge step forward in its growth!
After digesting the demon pearl, the small crocodile spirit would become a big crocodile spirit. It would not be far from the dragon's gate! …
After obtaining a jar of Frost Tree Nectar from Miss Duan Lan, the two baby dragons' food problem was solved. Zhu Minglang didn't have to work so hard to keep watch all night.
After a good night's sleep, all he had to do was wait for little Bai Qi and little Blackfang to grow.
In his own Spirit Domain, their growth rate was actually very fast. Like those wild monsters, they either relied on fighting and snatching spirit fruits to increase their cultivation, or they relied on the accumulation of spirit fruits over time to slowly cultivate.
Dragon Husbandry's Spirit Domain didn't just increase the growth rate of the dragons; it could also increase their cultivation by several times.
A dragon's year in the realm was equivalent to ten years of cultivation in the outside world. As Dragon Shepard grew stronger, this number would continue to increase.
It was a pity that little Blackfang hadn't turned into a dragon yet. Otherwise, even if he slept all day, he could easily surpass the young dragons of the other students.
…
The best thing about the Dragon Tamer Academy was that they had a huge library of dragon studies. In order to learn more about Bai Qi's growth, Zhu Minglang purposely went to the library to find out more about Bingchen Bailong.
The library was elegant. No matter if it was the floor or the wooden bookshelves, they were all cleaned without a speck of dust. The rare warm afternoon light of the cold autumn came in through the wide rattan window like a golden blanket draped over Zhu Minglang's body …
A few books and a glass of water. The academy was extraordinarily generous. The public area was also so stylish. It was like a completely different world from the chaotic and backward Wasteland.
"Whether it's the Silver Moon Winged Dragon or the Star Wind Ice Dragon, it only takes about a year and a half from infancy to adulthood. Not only do they not belong to the dragon race that takes a long time to develop, their growth speed is rather fast." Zhu Minglang held the two books at the same time and made a comparison.
"This means that Bingchen Bailong, which has both bloodlines, should only need a year and a half to reach adulthood."
There weren't many records about Bingchen Bailong, so Zhu Minglang could only analyze it based on its two bloodlines.
"A year and a half, with the nourishment of the realm, will only need a little more than a month."
"If enough nectar is fed, it can be shortened to a month."
"Unfortunately, if the nectar is all Frost Tree Flower nectar, the time can be shortened to twenty days. Also, Bai Qi's Ice Velvet Feather and ice magic will be even stronger."
The market price of Frost Tree Flower nectar was five grains of gold sand per jar. It was five times higher than normal nectar, and the supply was very limited.
"Speaking of which, little Blackfang's appetite has increased again after eating the demon pearl. The meat silkworms I prepared before are not enough …"
As he read and calculated with his fingers, Zhu Minglang quickly sank into the most profound contemplation of his life — — how to make money.
As if possessed, Zhu Minglang picked up another book on how to make money to read. When he saw a shocking suggestion in the book, "Giant dragons' lairs are usually filled with gold and silver, and robbing the dragon's lairs is the fastest way to make money." He slammed the book shut.
Let's look for more records about little Blackfang. Teacher Duan Lan had repeatedly emphasized that it was a young spirit with great potential. He should also make more plans for its dragon life!
As he walked along the long library, the sunlight that was slanting in the clear sky shone in from the west. It passed through shelf after shelf, layer after layer of bookshelves, and was cut into countless golden silks of light …
Between the silks of light, a graceful woman casually paced back and forth in the library. Her pair of eyes that were even more resplendent than the golden sunlight were also so indifferent.
She walked past the bookshelves lightly, and her slender hand paused for a moment on a few old books. However, in the end, she didn't choose one and slowly withdrew her hand.
She didn't have the books she wanted, and it seemed like she wasn't in the mood to read them today.
Zhu Minglang stood at the intersection of the library. His gaze was involuntarily attracted to the woman. He forgot that staring at the woman was an offense, and forgot that he was looking for a book.
Why was it her?
Nan Lingsha …
Or Li Yunzi?
Last time, Zhu Minglang had already suspected that he had been possessed. How could he have mistaken another woman for Li Yunzi?
However, when they met again this time, Zhu Minglang was still certain that she was Li Yunzi.
Today, she was less cold and resolute, but more gentle and scholarly.
"What a coincidence, we meet again," Zhu Minglang greeted her when he saw her slowly walking toward him.
"Do you think it's a coincidence?" The woman seemed to have noticed him a long time ago. Her gaze was fixed on the bookshelves, but her words were directed at Zhu Minglang.
"Yunzi?" Zhu Minglang felt a hint of joy in his heart.
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