Dragon Tamer Chapter 49 – Chapter 49: Chapter 49 The Young Do Not Endeavor

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 The Young Do Not Endeavor

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

“Cough cough, this one is Big Black Tooth's opponent.” Zhu Minglang also felt a bit embarrassed, for he hadn't set things up in advance.

Bai Qi dispersed all the snow and ice, still looking uninterested, and landed back on Zhu Minglang's shoulder. As it descended, its body slowly transformed into something exquisite, surrounded by feathers that melted into the air like snow.

“Let's find the next prey, at least we have better bait now,” Zhu Minglang comforted Big Black Tooth.

“Oh oh—” Big Black Tooth felt a bit wronged and, indeed, a bit struck.

The opponent he thought was on par was just so easily killed.

Zhu Minglang walked towards the hideous corpse of the Fake Dragon, reasonably, he hadn't even fully seen the creature's appearance.

Extending his palm, Zhu Minglang once again began the Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing process. This was a magical beast close to the Dragon Child Level, and the pearl that might be condensed from it could be a Dragon Ball.

If it was a Dragon Ball, he would make a fortune!

Dragon Balls had a certain chance of helping those Juvenile Spirits with

Potential Dragon Qualification to become dragons, and for those already True Dragons, they were also a great tonic. They might awaken the power of their main bloodline and inborn talents.

Bai Qi's Azure Dragon Mystics still hadn't awakened, and it was very likely its

Star Wind Ice Dragon bloodline overpowered the Silver Moon Response Dragon's bloodline, considering all the abilities it currently possessed were from the Star Wind Ice Dragon…

However, Bai Qi's main bloodline was that of the Silver Moon Response Dragon, and its Azure Dragon Mystics and Azure Dragon Talent should be even more powerful abilities.

If there was no awakening during subsequent nurturing, Zhu Minglang was considering relying on the Dragon Ball for assistance.

But the value of Dragon Balls had always been high… especially since Bai Qi was a Dragon General.

“Strange, why is this Pseudo Dragon's soul so faint??” Zhu Minglang noticed the tan soul energy.

But that soul energy was so weak it was almost turning into a wisp of mist; despite his earnest efforts in soul collecting, Zhu Minglang ended up brewing only an even lower quality Pseudo Dragon Soul Pearl.

Pseudo Dragon Soul Pearls could also sell for some money, but this one's quality was so poor it felt like it could get blown away by the wind on the way to school.

“How could this be?” Zhu Minglang was puzzled.

A Fake Dragon with near Dragon Son Level strength and five hundred years of cultivation base—how could its Soul Bead be so poor, when his technique was undoubtedly flawless?

Right then, Zhu Minglang flipped through the Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing Book he carried, but even after reviewing the entire book, he found no mention of the situation he had encountered…

“Could it be that Bai Qi shattered its soul?”

“The Pseudo Dragon spirit I saw earlier looked like it was falling apart…”

“Does that mean when high-level creatures' strengths are too powerful, they can easily destroy lower-level Demon Spirits' bodies and souls together, causing the soul to be overly fragmented? When a Dragon Trainer is Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing, the resulting Soul Bead will be exceptionally poor quality.”

“So it seems that when you find a high-quality prey, it's best not to exert overwhelming level suppression.”

Zhu Minglang was quite perceptive; by reviewing scattered records in the books and combining them with the current situation, he came to this conclusion.

Dragon Training is indeed a profound discipline.

Zhu Minglang felt there was still much for him to learn.

In the past, Casting Art and Pastoral Techniques were just auxiliary studies for Zhu Minglang, never a true focus. Now, he somewhat regretted it.

Youth not spent in diligence, regrets appear right before your eyes.

How can one be content with just one bowl of rice when having several dishes would be even more delightful?

Bai Qi returned to the Spirit Realm to sleep, likely because there was no opponent in this forest that could match its caliber.

And that was indeed the case.

This was just an ordinary large forest; how could there possibly be a Dragon General Level creature here.

Thousand Year Demon Spirits probably lived deeper in the wild, and during this hunting expedition, they had no plans to venture into those areas.

As for the assignments from the academy and the Dragon City-State's commissions, Zhu Minglang had Hong Hao review them all for him; assignments requiring the intervention of a Dragon General Dragon Herder were few and far between.

At the Dragon General Level, one was indeed powerful within the boundaries of Ancestral Dragon City, but it was unlikely that there would always be fitting assignments available; so if Little White wanted to practice, it would have to wait for opportunities.

Getting a profitable Dragon General commission within a month or two would mean Zhu Minglang was extremely lucky!

It wasn't that he couldn't take on low-paying commissions; it was that some were not worth the effort.

Any dragon that battled would consume a tremendous amount of energy. Setting aside whether they were injured or not, the food needed for recovery after a fight would cost many times more.

Currently, the amount of Frost Snow Tree Flower Honey Zhu Minglang had was limited, enough to support Little White's full-force battle just once. If wasted on some minor assignments, on one hand, it wouldn't be of any value for training Bai Qi; on the other, he might not even recoup the cost of the honey.

Therefore, despite Little White flapping its wings majestically, creating a blizzard in the sky, it was appealingly grandiose.

Actually, it was all money being scattered…

Big Black Tooth was quite perceptive too. After only one round of using the baiting strategy with Zhu Minglang, it caught on pretty quickly.

Dragging the bloody corpse of a Fake Dragon, it placed it in areas where the demon aura was palpable. Compared to the Blood-drinking Furry Beast, this five-hundred-year Demon Spirit Fake Dragon was an immense temptation to many Deep Mountain Old Monsters.

“We should be able to hook a bigger prey this time. Once we get the Soul Bead, we can consider it a full return!” Zhu Minglang said to Big Black Tooth.

Big Black Tooth tried to hide its large, fat body behind a thin tree trunk, nodding vigorously as if it too eagerly anticipated the prey taking the bait, oblivious to the fact that its entire fierce and ferocious form was practically exposed.

A long cry echoed down from the dense canopy above.

Zhu Minglang raised his head, trying to find the creature that made the sound, but soon the same calling was heard around him, sounding like some ferocious bird of prey.

“Puda Pud

The scent of blood spread through the surroundings, and those predators hidden in the tree crown flapped their wings, having found their prey. Pairs of eyes peered through the dense pine leaves.

These predators were cautious and keen observers, and swiftly, they noticed the presence of the Black Ocean Violent Dragon.

Just as Zhu Minglang thought the forest birds would deem it too difficult and retreat, suddenly several agile figures dove from above the tree canopy. They swooped at incredible speed over the corpse of the Bristle Hog Fake Dragon, and their sharp claws tore a large chunk of flesh from its body!

“Damn, quickly gather our bait!” Zhu Minglang exclaimed in a hurry.

The Black Ocean Violent Dragon also realized that the Fake Dragon it was using as bait was about to be snatched by this group of predators and immediately unleashed its Dragon Might, charging towards the shameless birds of prey.

Zhu Minglang recognized these predators, a group of Cliff Vultures. They often circled high above vast forests, their eyesight piercing through the overlapping green leaves to observe creatures on the ground, and with their terrifying sense of smell, they could detect the scent of blood from several kilometers away.

Whenever a living thing was injured, this group of Cliff Vultures would circle overhead, exhausting the prey's vitality while calling their companions to gather. When the time was ripe, they would strike like lightning, tearing the wounded target to death!

Cliff Vultures were extremely dangerous creatures, feared even by powerful Demon Spirits.. Their appearance meant death was very, very close!

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