"Although these dragon hatchlings are true dragon breeds, their attributes are far too singular. Dragon breeds of this level aren't worth cultivating."
Fu Sheng No. 1 sounded incredibly pretentious saying that. Even if these dragon hatchlings were still young, they were genuine true dragon breeds. If creatures of this caliber were out in the world, who knew how many people would covet them?
To say nothing else, if the Spirit Pagoda learned of these dragon hatchlings, it would certainly spare no expense to acquire them.
Every part of a Dragon Clan member was treasure—this was no exaggeration. If a Spirit Master could absorb a Soul Spirit of this level, the benefits would be self-evident.
Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, the only surviving True Dragon Soul Beasts were probably Gu Yuena, Di Tian, and Zi Ji.
Nan Fusheng nodded. "Don't spoil them too much. They're true dragons, after all. It would be such a waste to raise them into pets that have lost their wildness."
The law of nature was survival of the fittest. Nan Fusheng had no intention of raising a bunch of useless creatures that only knew how to eat.
"Don't worry. When those true dragons are first born, I'll be responsible for feeding them for the time being. Once they reach a hundred years of cultivation, I'll toss them into the Outer Zone."
Fu Sheng No. 1 rolled up his sleeves, lifted the large iron basin, and tipped it forward.
"Crash—"
The Purple-white Crystals in the basin immediately poured onto the ground. A group of dragon hatchlings watched eagerly.
"Eat." Fu Sheng No. 1 waved his hand, and the dragon hatchlings' eyes instantly lit up as they pounced toward the pile of Purple-white Crystals.
"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!"
Though small, these dragon hatchlings had already grown sharp teeth.