The two "little blood dragons" absolutely loved the "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice."
They were overjoyed.
Hao Ren rewarded each dragon with a thousand "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice" grains.
This was enough for them to feast for several months.
Despite their small size, these "little blood dragons" were both "bottomless pits"!
A thousand grains of "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice" would only last them two to three months.
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" possessed the innate trait of "social butterfly syndrome." It flew forward, acting like a sycophant, bowing and saluting Hao Ren obsequiously.
"Daddy, so good..."
The pronunciation was incredibly strange and far from standard.
At first, Hao Ren didn't quite understand.
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" quickly said it again.
"Daddy, so good!"
Uh...
Hao Ren's mouth twitched.
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" had actually learned a foreign language!
It had actually picked up a couple of phrases in "human language."
Unfortunately.
If Hao Ren guessed correctly, "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon's" teacher was "Ji Xiang San Bao."
Ginseng, Ganoderma, Fleece-flower root – those three "herbs," they couldn't even speak clearly themselves.
Learning from them, heh heh...
Hao Ren nodded reluctantly.
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" was ecstatic. It flew around Hao Ren in a frenzy.
At this moment, "Laifu the Little Blood Dragon" also timidly flew forward.
It was the opposite extreme to "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon."
"Laifu the Little Blood Dragon" was very timid around people, not good at communicating, and even less so at socializing.
Roar!
It chirped softly at Hao Ren, expressing its gratitude.
After expressing its thanks, the two "little blood dragons" prepared to return to the "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice Tree" to rest.
Hao Ren's figure moved, blocking their path.
Don't rest!
What's so good about resting at such a young age!
Rest your ass, let's get hyped!
"Given your excellent performance just now, I will reward you with a promotion and a raise... Starting today, you two are the Chief Alchemists of the cave, referred to as CEOs!"
Laifu the Little Blood Dragon
o ( (⊙ _ ⊙) ) o
Completely bewildered!
Chief Alchemist?
CEO?
What in the world is that!
Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon
(✪ w ✪)
Wow!
Even though I don't know what "Daddy" is saying, it feels so exciting, let's get hyped!
Afterward, Hao Ren explained the situation to the two "little blood dragons."
What is a "Chief Alchemist"?
It's very simple.
Starting today, the two "little blood dragons" would be responsible for alchemy twenty-four hours a day.
They had immense power, didn't they!
Twenty-four hours a day, no "power off-peak," did they!
In the beginning, "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" was indeed quite excited!
O Yeah!
That's great!
I got promoted!
Awesome, awesome, awesome!
One day later.
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" found Hao Ren.
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
...
It barked incessantly at Hao Ren.
Damn it!
This is such a scam!
What "Chief Alchemist," it's just a huge pitfall!
Twenty-four hours a day, no "power vacuum period," means we have to work twenty-four hours a day without stopping!
Even the "donkeys in a production team" wouldn't dare be used like this!
In the past day.
The two "little blood dragons" were utterly exhausted.
They took turns, operated in shifts, and continuously refined "Nine-Leaf Dragon Grain Grass."
With their help, Hao Ren had successfully "exploded furnaces" three more times.
Each "furnace explosion" was immensely powerful and yielded great results.
After the alchemy furnace burst open, golden "Nine Dragon Pattern Pills" flew everywhere, with at least ninety pills each time.
In just one day, Hao Ren refined nearly four hundred "Nine Dragon Pattern Pills."
...
Hao Ren couldn't understand "dragon language," but he could tell by observation that "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" was definitely sending friendly greetings to his ancestors for eighteen generations.
Hao Ren chuckled and wasn't angry, as he had been prepared for this.
Hao Ren reached out and took out two storage bags.
Each storage bag contained one hundred grains of "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice."
"Heh heh, as promised, a promotion and a raise – not only a promotion, but of course, a raise too!"
Saying this, Hao Ren tossed the storage bags to "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon."
"From today onwards, your guaranteed salary will be one hundred grains of Saintly Dragon Fang Rice daily. If you perform well and exceptionally, there will be bonuses! Also, you get five days of annual leave each year!"
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" was successfully "fooled."
It took the two "storage bags" and happily trotted back to find "Laifu the Little Blood Dragon."
Suddenly, "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" snapped back to its senses. It shook its head with dissatisfaction.
No!
We refuse to be "cheap labor," we have pride, we have dignity, unless... you pay more!
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" extended its dragon claws and pointed at the dwindling spirit stones in Hao Ren's "treasure trove."
It demanded spirit stones!
It extended five dragon claws, five hundred per day!
Damn it!
Hao Ren was annoyed. He had just spent "a small fortune," and his finances were tight.
He narrowed his eyes, looked at "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon," and asked.
"Your dragon race absorbs spiritual energy from heaven and earth, gathers essence from the sun and moon, what do you need spirit stones for?"
"Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" chuckled. It rubbed its little claws together, its eyes gleaming.
For collection!
As former rulers of all realms, dragons were the noblest of beings, and they had two elegant hobbies.
Lust!
Greed!
As for lust, let's not even go there. Think about how the current "Flood Dragon tribe" and "Dragon-Python tribe" came about.
In this regard, dragons always liked to challenge the difficult, crossing different species!
It seems this setting is similar to those "big lizard dragons" in the West.
Dragons, especially true dragons, particularly liked to dig a cave, hoard all sorts of heavenly treasures inside, and then nestle in the cave to cultivate, sleep, and play.
So blissful!
Although "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon" had only recently been born, the innate nature of dragons had already manifested.
Hao Ren thought for a moment and finally agreed to "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon's" request.
He offered the two "little blood dragons" a price: one hundred grains of "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice" per day, and five hundred "low-grade spirit stones."
And the two "little blood dragons," working at full capacity twenty-four hours a day, would continuously purify "Nine-Leaf Dragon Grain Grass," helping Hao Ren refine three furnaces of "Nine Dragon Pattern Pills" daily.
Three furnaces of pills, approximately three hundred in total.
"Nine Dragon Pattern Pills" had extremely potent effects, capable of increasing "Golden Core Dragon Patterns," and were fatally attractive to "Golden Core cultivators."
Such "divine pills" were priceless and could easily fetch five to six hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones each, no problem!
Well, calculating overall, the two "little blood dragons" could generate "one and a half small fortunes" in value for Hao Ren daily.
Heh heh, a slight "profit"!
It was precisely because Hao Ren had calculated the accounts clearly that he so readily agreed to "Wangcai the Little Blood Dragon's" demands.
Cost: two hundred grains of "Saintly Dragon Fang Rice" and one thousand "low-grade spirit stones" per day.
Revenue: "one and a half small fortunes."
A slight "profit," a slight "profit"!