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"Although these hatchlings are True Dragons, their attributes are far too singular. I don't think dragon breeds of this level are worth cultivating."

Fusheng One's words were incredibly pretentious. Even if these hatchlings were not very old, they were genuine True Dragon breeds. If Soul Beasts of this caliber were out in the world, countless people would be eyeing them greedily.

To say nothing else, if the Spirit Pagoda learned of these hatchlings' existence, it would definitely spare no expense to acquire them.

Every part of a Dragon Clan member was a treasure—this was no exaggeration. If one could absorb a Soul Spirit of this level, the benefits to a Soul Master would be self-evident.

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, the only surviving True Dragon Soul Beasts were likely Gu Yuena, Di Tian, and Zi Ji.

Nan Fusheng nodded. "Don't spoil them too much. They are True Dragons, after all. It would be a terrible waste to raise them into pets without any wildness."

The strong preyed on the weak, and only the fittest survived. Nan Fusheng did not want to raise a bunch of useless creatures that only knew how to eat.

"Don't worry. When those True Dragons are newly born, I'll handle feeding them for the time being. Once they reach a hundred years of cultivation, I'll throw them into the outer region."

Fusheng One rolled up his sleeves, lifted the large iron basin, and dumped its contents in front of him.

"Crash—"

The Purple-White Crystals in the basin immediately poured onto the ground. A group of hatchlings watched the scene eagerly.

"Eat." Fusheng One waved his hand, and the eyes of the hatchlings immediately lit up as they pounced toward the pile of Purple-White Crystals.

"Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!"

Though small, these hatchlings had already grown sharp