Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Giant Dragons are haughty, domineering, and young dragons raised on Dragon Island should perfectly inherit these superior virtues of the Dragon Clan.

Yet, the little fatty's recent cry of "Daddy" even left this Black Dragon stunned for a moment. As he came to, the first thought that sprang to his mind was... this youngster could swallow his pride and was so shameless, he would surely become a formidable enemy of the Dragon Cubs in the future.

He must not be spared, it would be safer to eliminate this little fatty Bronze Young Dragon in advance.

Flexible yet shameless, and cunning in a way that's unlike the usual young dragons.

To be precise, cunning in a way unlike the Giant Dragons as humans perceive them.

One call of "Daddy" had confounded him.

"Daddy, take my advice, this impure-blooded young dragon isn't worth your nurturing. If you really want to nurture a young dragon, nurture me, Daddy. I am a Pureblood Giant Dragon. If you're willing to foster me and let me inherit your legacy, I will surely make you proud in the future!!!

Daddy? Daddy?! Did you hear what I said? You're not speaking, does that mean you think I'm making sense? I'll fish out this impure-blooded fellow from the magic cauldron first, and I'll get in for a soak."

The Bronze Young Dragon flapped his wings, his vertical pupils turning red. He clearly saw the power of the Magic Potion in the cauldron transforming into pure energy, slowly infusing into the young dragon's Dragon Scales, seeping into her body.

Seeing clearly the Magic Potion transform into energy, a bath of this caliber not only made him envious but would make other young dragons on Dragon Island jealous too.

"Honestly, go and split some firewood for me."

Lance grabbed the little fatty's Dragon Tail and dragged the shameless young dragon down.

"No way, Daddy, you can't play favorites."

"I don't want you for a son."

The Bronze Young Dragon was furious. How dare a human disdain him, a Pure Blood Young Dragon?

How could he disdain him when even an impure-blooded dragon wasn't frowned upon?

"Why?"

"First, you kneeled too quickly, acknowledging me as your father for a favor. If I really made you my son, I fear you'd call me an 'old coot' the day you get nothing more from me.

Second, raising you isn't cost-effective, especially a male young dragon like you. When you grow up and start dating or get married, if your mother-in-law, the mother dragon, demands a hefty dowry, asking for millions of Gold Coins to marry her daughter...

I wouldn't be able to afford that much money."

"You're talking nonsense! My real dad said, to get a wife, you don't need to pay money; you just snatch one away. Especially the girls from the Human World, they're even easier to snatch. You don't even need to snatch, some human girls who know I'm a Giant Dragon actually beg to be my dependents, to date me."

???

Lance was shocked. Was this the way the Bronze Young Dragon's father usually taught him?

This was the process of raising an Evil Dragon.

"Go back and tell your father that times have changed. The tricks he taught you are no good nowadays. If you really mess around in the Human World like your dad has taught you, it won't be long before you'll be put into a pot."

"To invite me for a medical bath?"

"Add scallions, ginger, and garlic, then stir-fry."

"..."

Damn it, he even called him "Daddy," why couldn't this wretched human appreciate him?

That medicinal bath... it was too tempting.

Those cries of "Daddy" earlier were in vain.

The Bronze Young Dragon gritted his teeth as he stuffed wood into the fire; previously, he hadn't considered this impure-blooded young dragon to be worthy of attention.

Even if he was ambushed, knocked out, and dragged here by this fellow, he didn't see this young dragon as worth being his enemy.

Now, the impure-blooded young dragon in the pot was worthy of being his enemy.

She had encountered a capable human, this human treated her too well, providing her with medicinal baths.

Three meals a day, completely according to human standards.

And the food was so good.

Although an impure-blooded young dragon, her body was robust, and when her Dragon Claw clenched into a fist, her stout dragon arms exuded strength.

Before, he didn't understand.

But now, he did. Trained by a human, and after training, drinking a night's worth of dark green Extraordinary Elixir.

Occasionally enjoying a medicinal bath...

If a human strongman had enough resources, he could completely evolve an impure-blooded young dragon into a Pure Blood Young Dragon.

What a waste of resources!

In the little fatty's eyes, Lance using heaps of Superhuman Potions to foster an impure-blooded young dragon was a sheer waste.

If this human were willing to spend the same resources on him, the benefits he could gain would far exceed those of the impure-blooded wretch.

And in the future, he would be even stronger than the impure-blooded one.

Infuriating.

Why was this impure-blooded young dragon so lucky?

"Stay calm, your resentment is materializing."

"I can't stay calm!"

Lance took a Hammer out of the Spatial Ring and, with a swing, hit the little fatty on his head. The little fatty's movement froze, then he fell stiffly onto the sand.

Resentment materializing could affect the medicinal bath.

Knocking out the little fatty, Lance exhaled a warm breeze to disperse the resentment hovering over the cauldron.

So young, yet filled with such heavy resentment.

His possessiveness was too strong.

He would have to let the Dragon Cub deal with this little fatty in the future.

This little fatty received traditional Evil Dragon teaching, but he had the ability to be flexible, shameless, honey-tongued but harboring a sword in his belly, to adapt to situations, capabilities enough to defuse some crises or even turn crises into opportunities for himself.

The Dragon Cub couldn't do that.

She had no ability to adapt, and her character was somewhat coy. Having been with him for over a year, she couldn't even muster the courage to call him "Dragon Daddy."

Just look at the little fatty, merely one medicinal bath was enough to make him cast aside a Giant Dragon's dignity and call a human "Daddy."