Chapter 53
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Zhu Minglang bit his finger and quickly drew an insignia on the young dragon cub's forehead. This insignia was a spirit pact. He was signing a contract with this soul that was about to fade away.
The young dragon cub basically didn't refuse at all. With its internal organs shattered, it probably didn't have the strength to resist at all.
Its soul was bound to Zhu Minglang under this spirit pact. After he succeeded, Zhu Minglang immediately sent it into his Spirit Realm, allowing the spirit energy there to keep it alive.
Doing this was actually very dangerous.
The young dragon cub was a dying lifeform. If it didn't survive after signing the spirit pact, it would be the same as Zhu Minglang's dragon pet dying and the spirit pact breaking.
Once the spirit pact broke, it would cause severe backlash to Zhu Minglang. Not only would his soul be severely damaged, the spirit pact would also completely rot away and become irreparable.
A broken spirit pact couldn't be signed with another dragon.
Zhu Minglang only had three spirit pacts at the moment.
Since he wanted to become a dragon shepard, losing an important spirit pact during his growth was a great taboo.
However, some lifeforms glowed with an indescribable brilliance that Zhu Minglang couldn't ignore.
He still did it in the end.
Even if he had to sacrifice himself, Zhu Minglang hoped that the young dragon cub in his arms could survive. It wanted to stay in this world so much, even if its short life was filled with torture and pain.
… …
It was already night time. Zhu Minglang felt that the old man should be in Dragon Storage Palace.
Zhu Minglang flew towards Dragon Storage Palace and pushed open the doors. He immediately saw the old man lying on a rattan chair, drowsy.
"Old Mister Wu, please help me save it," Zhu Minglang immediately opened his Spirit Realm and placed the young dragon cub in front of Old Mister Wu.
Old Mister Wu was startled awake by Zhu Minglang's voice. The first thing he saw was a bloody young dragon cub. Its bones were almost broken, and it looked no different from a dead dog on the street!
Old Mister Wu's first reaction was to lay the young dragon cub flat, then use his spirit energy to create a small mist as warm as hot spring steam to protect the young dragon cub. Then, he immediately straightened its bones so that its blood could flow again.
"Go to the Healing Pavilion and fill a wooden bucket with Healing Spring Water. Hurry!" Old Mister Wu said to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang didn't dare delay and immediately rushed to the Healing Pavilion.
After signing the spirit pact, the young dragon cub's pain was transmitted to Zhu Minglang's soul connection. Zhu Minglang had tasted less than a tenth of the young's soul's feedback, but he already found it unbearable........
With the fetters and ties, Zhu Minglang did not wish for the little dragon to die just like that. He found a wooden bucket, filled it with the Healing Spring Water and rushed back.
… …
It was late at night. Inside the Dragon Chu Palace, little heads were curiously surrounding the stage. They looked at the young dragon cub lying on the stage in puzzlement. They watched as it opened its eyes, closed its eyes, and then opened them again after a while …
Finally, Old Mister Wu wiped the sweat off his face with a bloody cloth. He let Zhu Minglang carry the young dragon cub and let it completely soak in the wooden bucket filled with Healing Spring Water.
"Thank goodness you came in time." Old Mister Wu let out a long sigh. "Otherwise, I would have gone back to sleep."
"Can it live?" Zhu Minglang looked at the unconscious young dragon cub and asked worriedly.
"Hmph, you brought it here. As long as it has Qi, I can let it live," Old Mister Wu said.
"The first day I arrived at the Dragon Tamer Academy, I could already tell that you were a living god." Zhu Minglang praised sincerely.
"You're just messing around. It's just a dying young dragon. So what if it dies? Do you think there are any fewer creatures dying in the forest every day? You can't let a young dragon die, right? You almost threw away your own future!" Old Mister Wu said in a serious tone. He didn't approve of Zhu Minglang's actions at all.
After understanding the situation, Old Mister Wu really didn't know how to evaluate Zhu Minglang as a student.
A dragon master's soul was very important. If he wanted to advance further, his spirit pact definitely couldn't be broken. It didn't just affect a dragon, but also the growth of a dragon master himself.
"It's a special situation." Zhu Minglang smiled bitterly.
"You keep watch tonight. I'm going back to sleep. Oh right, settle the bill later. The Recuperation Pavilion isn't a poorhouse. "Old Mister Wu massaged his waist and walked out of the Dragon Chu Palace.
Zhu Minglang hurriedly bowed and thanked him. Old Mister Wu had once again done him a great favor. Of course he wouldn't shirk away from something like keeping watch!
When he reached the door, Old Mister Wu suddenly turned around and asked Zhu Minglang, "Oh? Do you know what species it is?"
"I don't know yet," Zhu Minglang replied.
"Oh you. You don't even know what kind of dragon it is, and you already signed a spirit pact … Consider yourself lucky. When it wakes up, feed it some cedar juice. It'll be just nice to regenerate Emerald Blood." Old Mister Wu forced a smile.
"Isn't it a Forest Dragon or a Forest Dragon?" Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.
"Much stronger."
Old Mister Wu was already at the door. A few particularly clingy young spirits followed him, but he quickly scolded them back.
Zhu Minglang said goodbye and closed the door to the Dragon Chu Palace.
After a round of patrolling, the young spirits were still as noisy as before. If they weren't locked up in their nests, they wouldn't be willing to sleep at all.
It wasn't until the latter half of the night that the young spirits finally fell asleep. Only then did the Dragon Chu Palace finally quiet down.
Zhu Minglang walked to the wooden bucket and looked at the young spirit. He wanted to see if there was anything extraordinary about it that Old Mister Wu had mentioned. However, when Zhu Minglang saw it, it was already dripping with blood. He guessed that he would only be able to tell if it was different after it fully recovered.
… …
Winter had begun. Sparkling and translucent frost hung all over the Dragon Tamer Institute. They hung on the leafless branches, scattered among the shrubs, and even covered the small courtyard.
Zhu Minglang stretched lazily. He realized that he was the first to wake up today. His classmates seemed to still be hiding under their blankets. Even the most diligent Li Shaoying couldn't see him training the young spirits.
Zhu Minglang was also sleepy, but there was nothing he could do. He had quite a lot of things to do recently.
First of all, he had to go to the foundry early in the morning to practice his basic skills. This could only be done through diligence and perseverance.
Fortunately, after becoming a true dragon master, Zhu Minglang's body was much stronger than before. He finally didn't have to drag his sore and tired body around the pleasure boat every day to think about life.
Secondly, he still had a large amount of treasures from the dragon's cave in his hands. He needed to find a suitable place to sell his stolen goods and make himself rich. This way, he could buy more high-quality nectar for Little White and forge the heavy armor he wanted!
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