Chapter 11

"Ruru ru~~~~~"

Suddenly, a trough opened, and a mix of various feeds flowed in. Hearing this sound, the little spirits playing around immediately pounced into the feeding trough.

Mealtime!

The larger and earlier-born spirits could generally secure a good spot and eat until their bellies were full. The smaller and weaker ones could only anxiously circle around, managing to squeeze in for a few bites before being pushed out.

Zhuminglang noticed the food in the feeding trough: greens, chicken, fruit, meatworms, large bones... to be honest, it was more abundant than the rations of the common people in Wutu.

"Meat silkworms?"

Suddenly, Zhuminglang noticed a type of food that he had been raising for years—large meat silkworms. Interestingly, most of the spirits had no interest in this, including some bird spirits...

After a round of competition, only some rotten food and a few ignored meat silkworms remained in the trough. At this moment, Zhuminglang noticed a small, black crocodile spirit cautiously bypassing the few strong and robust little wolf spirits, picking up a large meat silkworm, and running away!

The little wolf spirits, upon seeing the small, black crocodile spirit, immediately chased after it, tearing and biting it.

The small crocodile spirit was still very young, and each of the little wolf spirits was larger than it, let alone the four of them together chasing it.

The small crocodile spirit moved very nimbly, managing to shake off three of the little wolf spirits, but was eventually cornered by a small wolf spirit the size of an adult dog at the entrance of its den. It didn't even have a chance to swallow the large meat silkworm before being pinned to the ground by the little wolf spirit...

"Bullying even happens here." Zhuminglang shook his head, grabbed the little wolf spirit, and threw it aside.

After being freed, the small, black crocodile spirit immediately pounced on the meat silkworm, which was already covered in mud, and without caring if it was dirty, devoured it in a few bites.

"Little crocodile spirit, want to join me? I can't promise you'll turn into a dragon, but you'll never run out of meat silkworms. I'm a professional silkworm breeder!" Zhuminglang picked up the small black crocodile.

The small black crocodile, upon closer inspection, was somewhat ugly but cute, with a large, clumsy head and a long, thick body.

Its skin was relatively smooth, without the bumps that most fierce crocodiles have.

"Here, have another one, and we'll call it a deal." Zhuminglang picked up another large meat silkworm from the trough and offered it to the little crocodile spirit.

The little crocodile spirit, probably very hungry, quickly devoured it.

Zhuminglang tried to feed it chicken, but found that the little crocodile spirit wouldn't eat it; it only had a preference for meat silkworms...

This reminded Zhuminglang of what the Valkyrie had said: some true dragon younglings love to eat meat silkworms.

However, Zhuminglang noticed a small bump on the little crocodile spirit's forehead, which felt like hard bone when touched.

It was an undeveloped hidden horn.

Crocodiles have hidden horns?

Only dragons have horns!

Yes, that's you.

Being a bit ugly and black doesn't matter; it's not like it needs to be cute or perform tricks.

As long as it can fight and endure in the future!

The aloof young master and Li Shaoying were already impatient.

Li Shaoying came over to see what extraordinary little spirit Zhuminglang had chosen so carefully, but lost interest immediately upon seeing a small, black crocodile spirit.

The aloof young master didn't even bother to look; he didn't even consider choosing a spirit here.

...

With the soul bond tied, the little crocodile spirit became Zhuminglang's new spirit pet.

Next was the accommodation arrangement. The aloof young master indeed had his own private courtyard.

Zhuminglang and Li Shaoying were assigned to a large dormitory.

A large public training yard, twelve independent wooden houses, lined up, clean and comfortable.

Behind the houses was a separate area for the spirits that couldn't be contained in the spirit realm, where students could make some modifications based on the different habits of the spirits.

The little crocodile spirit was amphibious, so Zhuminglang dug a small pond, surrounded by clean sand. Since he had decided to adopt this little spirit, he should treat it well!

After everything was settled, Zhuminglang was surprised to find that meals were prepared three times a day, and students could go to the cafeteria to enjoy them freely. Students with money could also go to Fengdi Town to spend as they pleased.

After laying out the bedding, it was already late at night. Zhuminglang took a hot shower, feeling refreshed and comfortable, and the fatigue immediately set in.

Lying in bed, he was very sleepy and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Perhaps because the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart were finally released, he slept very comfortably and even revisited the dungeon in his dreams...

...

The morning light was gentle, and the stern scolding of other students could already be heard outside.

Some ambitious young men were already training their spirits, hoping they would soon transform into dragons.

Xiaobaiqi's transformation into a dragon would still take a few days. Zhuminglang enjoyed this rare peace and was also reminded of his own past by the morning training sounds of the young men.

Speaking of which, shouldn't I also start working hard?

"Wu wu oh oh!"

From behind the house, the pond, the little crocodile spirit's call could be heard.

Zhuminglang retracted his thoughts and went to check on his newly adopted little crocodile spirit.

"Do you want to train too? Indeed, you are still very weak. Let's start with swimming in the pond." Zhuminglang said to the little crocodile spirit.

He extended his hand, and the little crocodile spirit climbed onto his palm, then gently placed it on his shoulder. The little crocodile spirit, being quite well-behaved, hung on to Zhuminglang's shoulder.

As Zhuminglang left the house, the little crocodile spirit's large, round eyes curiously observed everything around it: people, trees, the yard, other spirits...

Three parts curiosity, seven parts caution.

"You seem to have grown a bit. You're heavier after just one day." Zhuminglang opened a box, used a bamboo skewer to pick up a prepared large meat silkworm, and handed it to the little crocodile spirit on his shoulder.

The little crocodile spirit swallowed it in one bite, without chewing.

Just as he left the house, Zhuminglang immediately saw a few young men and teenagers gathered together, discussing something. They were probably his classmates.

"You haven't seen her in person; she's as beautiful as a fairy. Why does the heavens treat her so cruelly!"

"I heard she's an old beggar?"

"How about a young vagrant?"

"You don't know anything. In a place like Wutu, where there's no order, everyone would want to taste her. Think about it, if you were imprisoned in a dungeon, wouldn't even the warden be tempted?"

"Stop it, please stop! She is my sun and moon! Don't say such indecent things!"

"No one is forcing you to listen. I can see your saliva is already flowing!"

In the dormitory, these people were already discussing this topic that had already caused a city-wide uproar early in the morning.

As Zhuminglang walked past them, his brows furrowed.

How did it get so out of hand?