"No, please!"

"Ah!"

As the two weak struggling cries faded away, the whole dining hall erupted into cheers and excitement. Seeing their kind in trouble made these little dragons ecstatic, even though most of them had experienced the punishment array before.

"These jerks." Muria looked somewhat speechless as he watched the rowdy hatchlings below, silently cursing them.

On the platform below, the little blue dragon, who had been forcibly dragged into the array, was immersed in bone-chilling freezing water, struggling weakly. As a dragon species that liked to nest in hot deserts, being soaked in icy water was extremely uncomfortable for blue dragons.

Meanwhile, the little red dragon, receiving its punishment in a different array, was enveloped in a water ball, but unlike the near-white ball of the blue dragon, the water surrounding the red dragon was a bluish hue.

Although it didn't have the bone-chilling coldness, it was still discomforting for the little red dragon, as it was made of a large amount of water element condensed by the array. The red dragon struggled inside the water ball, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, the punishment arrays for the red and blue dragons had additional effects. After three minutes, new changes appeared on both punishment arrays.

On the water ball enveloping the red dragon, blue and white lightning gradually emerged. With each appearance of lightning, the struggling red dragon inside the water ball was zapped, emitting continuous cries of pain as its body convulsed.

On the water ball enveloping the blue dragon, green wind patterns began to appear, swirling around it. Then, the water ball started to spin faster and faster until a central sky-blue, outwardly white sphere formed. The little blue dragon's figure couldn't be seen anymore because the water ball was spinning too fast.

Similarly, the water ball around the red dragon was covered in blue and white lightning, and the brightly colored scales of the red dragon were no longer visible from the outside. The water ball had turned into a blue and white lightning ball, with no hint of red, only the gradually weakening cries of the red dragon could be heard.

Twelve minutes passed, and the three water balls, containing the three hatchlings, fell silent, not emitting any sound. Then, the three arrays gradually stopped functioning. "Pop, pop, pop" - the three water balls, swirling with wind or lightning, exploded one after another, dissipating into elemental light that disappeared into the air.

With the arrays no longer sustaining them, the three limp hatchlings fell from the air onto the platform, motionless, completely unconscious.

The little red dragon appeared wet, and wisps of smoke kept rising from its body. The two little blue dragons continuously emanated visible white frost.

This extremely miserable scene brought joy to many of the hatchlings below, who looked gleeful and amused at the misfortune of their peers.

"Dang!" Muria saw the gradually chaotic dining hall and picked up the bronze hammer next to him, lightly tapping it on the bronze bell on his table. The resonating bell spread throughout the dining hall, and suddenly, all the hatchlings fell silent, sitting obediently at their tables.

Their experiences since birth taught them when they could be noisy and when they should be obedient. After Muria struck the bronze bell, any dragon still making noise would end up like the three unfortunate dragons before him.

With Muria's bell ringing through the dining hall, a team of cloud giant girls carried steaming cauldrons and walked in from various entrances, placing the black iron cauldrons in front of each hatchling at the low tables in order.

Afterward, the cloud giant girls who brought the food left through another passage one by one. Throughout the entire process, not a single dragon or cloud giant girl made any noise, only the sound of the cauldrons being placed on the tables, showing a well-organized scene that pleased Muria.

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"Dang!" Muria held the bronze hammer and once again struck the bronze bell on his table. With this bell sound, all the hatchlings sitting in front of the low tables began to move. This was the signal to start eating.

They propped up their hind legs and stood up, placing their claws on both sides of the black iron cauldrons. Their long necks allowed them to stick their heads into the cauldrons, and then they started eating.

Each dragon ate voraciously. Muria didn't mistreat them with their food; he arranged for cloud giant chefs in the dragon castle to cook food tailored to each dragon's taste.

Red dragons ate still-flaming meat, blue dragons ate cooked meat with burn marks from lightning strikes, black dragons ate sour food to cater to their taste, green dragons ate normal cooked food, and white dragons ate frozen meat emitting cold air.

On the platform, Muria watched the hatchlings below eat, nodding in satisfaction. This was the result of his three years of training. Although there were still some flaws, it was still good. At least all the dragons had enough respect for him.

Then, Muria looked at his own table. The variety of food displayed was abundant, from slices of raw fish from the deep sea, to fragrant grilled steaks, to large white sea bird eggs...and various fruits freshly picked from the cloud giant orchard surrounding the Dragon Castle, looking vibrant and tempting.

Muria cared about the hatchlings' food, let alone his own. For each meal, he had sumptuous dishes prepared, enough to make the hatchlings below envious.

Muria's food was not only abundant but also astonishing in size. Even ordinary people would be amazed. Half-person-tall bird eggs, fruits the size of a person, and tender steaks over a meter long...

All of these were cultivated and nurtured by the cloud giants banished to the eight islands around Taiji Island under Muria's order. This made Muria slightly quell his anger.

...When Muria finished eating all the food in front of him and no longer felt hungry, he once again picked up the bronze hammer in his hand and struck the bronze bell on his table. The amount of time he spent eating was the amount of time the hatchlings had to eat.

As the bell sound spread across the entire dining hall, all the dragons, whether they had finished eating or not, lifted their heads to look at Muria. Their mealtime was over.

"Rest for a while, then follow me to the training ground. I want to check your progress." Muria sat on the platform and said calmly. His words made many hatchlings show envy in their eyes, while some dragons showed fear.

Just as Muria finished speaking, the three hatchlings below, who had been knocked out by the arrays, slowly regained consciousness. They happened to hear Muria's words. The expression of the little red dragon became very ugly, while the two little blue dragons bounced up immediately, looking at Muria eagerly, with a look of anticipation.

In the Dragon Castle, in a room filled with various animal-shaped wooden targets, Muria brought all ninety-five hatchlings here. Among them were three hatchlings who had been punished by the arrays and had to go hungry for a day because of their mistakes.

However, for the three hatchlings, going hungry for a day was nothing serious. Enduring it would pass. What mattered most was the current situation.

In the room, there were not only these hatchlings but also six young dragons with bright red scales. Their lengths (including tails) were over twelve meters, much more imposing than the smaller hatchlings.

"Austin." Muria called out the name of a dragon, and under the gaze of all the hatchlings, among the six young dragons, Austin, who was slightly larger than the other five, proudly approached Muria.

"Muria, just say the name, and I've learned all the spells below level four of the fire element." Muria heard this, squinting his eyes as he looked at this dragon, who was once again becoming arrogant. When he brought the six young dragons into the Dragon Castle, inspired by the actions of the young female dragon Leinata, Muria thought of a very good idea.

He found all the low-level spell books in the library of the golden dragon mother Atris and began transcribing them one by one, finally distributing them to these six young dragons, allowing them to start learning spells. As for dragons who were unwilling to learn spells, that problem was easily solved.

"Polymorph." Muria looked down at the young dragon at his feet, lowering his head and saying the name of a fourth-level spell.

Upon hearing the name "Polymorph," Austin, the young dragon, suddenly became somewhat wilted. It shrank its neck, looking at Muria, "Can we change to another spell, like Flame Blast or Fireball?"

"Heh, for how many times, Austin." Muria coldly stared at the young dragon, "Your brothers and sisters have all learned this fourth-level spell, and you still haven't. As a dragon, you can't even learn such a simple fourth-level spell. You are simply a disgrace to the dragon race."

"I'm a red dragon, not a disgrace to the dragon race. White dragons are." Upon hearing Muria's scolding, Austin's expression became even more embarrassed, and he lowered his head weakly, barely audible as he defended himself.

"Then you're a disgrace to the red dragon race." Muria didn't mince words, continuing, "Leinata, Cynthia, show your eldest brother what Polymorph looks like."

Upon hearing Muria's words, the two obedient young female dragons cast Polymorph. With two flashes of crimson magical light, two terrifying-looking evil dragons disappeared from the room, replaced by two red-haired, red-eyed little girls.

"See that, Austin." Muria pointed to the two exquisite dragon girls, reprimanding the red dragon Austin, "Your sister Cynthia learned Polymorph in just half a month, and your youngest sister Leinata learned Polymorph in just a week. And you still haven't learned it."

"... " Austin couldn't lift his head under Muria's scolding. As a red dragon with a proud personality, he didn't want to endure this humiliation, but there was no way. He really had poor talent in learning Polymorph, so he had no choice but to endure.

"Hand it over!" Muria extended his chubby hand to Austin. His growth period was too long, so even after three years, he hadn't changed much, except for his height reaching eleven meters.

"Muria, I've learned all the spells except Polymorph." Austin hesitated, reluctant to hand it over.

"Don't force me to take it." Muria squinted at him.

"No need, I'll give it to you." Austin gritted his teeth, finally reluctantly feeling around his body and then took out a pile of sharply cut transparent crystals, handing them to Muria, "I'll take it back sooner or later."

"I'll be waiting!" Muria responded, then he divided the fine Austin gave him into two and gave them to Cynthia and Leinata, who had transformed into adorable little girls, "Here, this is your reward."

Seeing Muria's actions, all the hatchlings present showed envy, and some of them were itching to move...