One?
Wasn't that a little too few?
Xu Xiaoshou did not complain outright. Instead, he probed curiously, "Senior Long Xing, I heard that consuming ninety-nine Dragon Apricots can grant one the 'Power of the Ancestral Dragon.' Is that true?"
With a snap, the Dragon Apricot Spirit's drowsy eyes flew wide open.
"Human, do not be greed without end!"
"Senior, I won't pick your Dragon Apricots for nothing. You've stayed in the Forest of Miracles for so long; surely you've nearly forgotten some of the joys of the past?" Xu Xiaoshou said impassively, eyeing the three hundred and twenty-one Dragon Apricots on the tree.
Going by one fruit every three thousand years, even if this Dragon Apricot tree had still borne over a hundred Dragon Apricots when it was transplanted to Void Island, it had remained in the Forest of Miracles for... five or six hundred thousand years?
Mm, it could not be calculated that way.
In theory, Dragon Apricots fruited once every three thousand years. But in reality, with the spiritual energy of Void Island, plus the fertilizer the Dragon Apricot Spirit found for itself after sleeping its fill...
It must still have been tens of thousands of years, right? A very long time, anyway!
After all that time, did the Dragon Apricot Spirit still remember the taste of dragon blood?
"Joy?"
The Dragon Apricot Spirit's two great dragon eyes went hazy, recollection rising in them. Soon, it narrowed them and asked tentatively, "Human, what dost thou mean?"
"I mean... dragon blood!"
With a wave of his hand, Xu Xiaoshou produced a cauldron filled with dragon blood drawn from the Gold-Swallowing Dragon's corpse. The cauldron was nearly half a man tall.
It was a generous amount!
An ordinary person would consider it extravagantly wasteful even to bathe in it, much