"You mean that once the fruit ripened, it would produce a Soul Master's martial soul?"
Xu Yu held his breath, his heart racing as he asked solemnly.
"That's right. Since it was absorbed, the rules are incomplete. From the fruit's formation to its ripening, the purpose is to perfect those rules. The process depends on how complete the absorbed rules are—the more complete they are, the sooner the fruit ripens."
"And how strong is the ripened fruit? ...What I mean is, how strong is Giant Crocodile's Golden Crocodile King?"
"About as strong as him. Around fifteen thousand years old, definitely less than twenty thousand."
Moss Head was unsure of the exact age, but he could say with absolute certainty that it was under twenty thousand years.
"Still, these fruits can only grow stronger slowly. If that Golden Crocodile wants to reach twenty thousand years, it can only live another five thousand. That's the biggest difference between it and a summoned beast. And don't absorb too much, either. Your old man is too busy, and the energy absorbed recently isn't even enough to distribute to that fruit."
"In other words, we need to absorb enough energy at that lake called the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Otherwise, who knows how long it'll take for these three fruits to ripen." Moss Head complained.
The squeaky wheel got the grease, and the kid who complained got less work.
Wasn't sleeping nice?
He had a point. Moss Head's complaints were reasonable, and Xu Yu wasn't the sort of boss who exploited his employees. How could he not understand?
Moss Head was still quite diligent and worked hard.
When he had time, he could listen to his suggestion and go take a look over there.
Beneath a divine tree, countless devoted Spirit Beasts stood