Momo

The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; 
The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart.
A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...

Sage of Humanity

Lu Ye certainly couldn't afford to feed them fully. With the enormous size of the two flood dragons, truly feeding them would require an immense amount of merit points.


This was just the first attempt. He might have to come in regularly in the future. He could afford to spend ten or twenty thousand merits each visit, but spending too much wouldn't be sustainable for him.


"Kid, not bad!" The gold flood dragon spoke, its tone slightly more amiable, perfectly demonstrating the saying 'take someone's food, be soft in speech.'


"Remember to bring more next time. That bit of flesh and blood was just an appetizer," the silver flood dragon instructed.


The gold flood dragon said, "The rules of the Hall of Battle Merits were explained to you last time, correct?"


Lu Ye nodded, "All things within the Battle Merits Hall are for personal use only, and nothing about the hall should be disclosed to anyone else!"


Chapter 847: Cloud River 9th Layer Realm and Anomalies