A Second... Cowering Flood Dragon? [Please Vote]

Ji Yuan reached the Fish Pond and had barely taken out the two bottles of Third-Order Flood Dragon Essence Blood when—

Before he could even open them, the Ice Flood Dragon came scampering up from behind. It had not a shred of a Flood Dragon's imposing presence; its jaws kept going "huff, huff" as it breathed out puffs of cold air and nosed toward Ji Yuan's hands.

It looked ready to mooch a free meal.

Ji Yuan pushed its head away, but it nudged right back.

He pushed it away again, and back it came, determined not to quit until it got a taste of that Essence Blood.

"Are you a damn Flood Dragon or a lapdog?"

Furious, Ji Yuan grabbed it by the neck and stuffed it into the Spirit Beast Bag.

Only then did things settle down.

He studied the two little bottles in his hands. By his estimate, they held ten drops.

He planned to use five for "precision drip-feeding" and five for "flood irrigation."

Precision drip-feeding meant giving the Essence Blood to a single carp-type Spirit Fish to see whether it could transform into a Flood Dragon.

Flood irrigation meant pouring five drops straight into the Fish Pond. Then thousands of Spirit Fish would compete for that sliver of opportunity to ascend.

Ji Yuan looked at the Essence Blood in his hand. Essence Blood from a Third-Order Demon Beast, fed to a First Tier Spirit Fish—would that work?

It would probably burst.

A Second Tier Spirit Fish might be worth a try. With a First Tier Spirit Fish, there was no point even trying.

The problem was that his Fish Pond held only First Tier Spirit Fish. He had killed every Second Tier one. If he had not, the other Spirit Fish would never have survived.