Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 263: Xiaolong's First Lesson

The young adult red dragon's life level was inferior to White Dragon Trixie's.

However, their previous battle had already proven that red dragons could defeat white dragons even when fighting above their level.

Seeing Samantha, who was also a red dragon like herself, speak up, Kahir blinked her eyes, wanting to watch the red dragon teach Trixie a lesson.

But the result disappointed Kahir.

The white dragon's nerves instantly tightened, and she switched to a groveling posture with breathtaking fluidity:

"Respected Red Dragon Queen, please forgive my ill-considered rhetoric."

Trixie even proactively exposed the most vulnerable scales on her neck, continuing: "You are certainly an existence completely different from those inflexible hatchlings."

Samantha was so stunned by this spineless surrender that her dragon breath caught for a moment.

How boring... She felt like she'd punched empty air. She swung her tail and shattered a rock:

"Watch your mouth!"The white dragon obediently nodded, not bothering to argue with a higher ecological niche - ready to accept whatever punishment came her way.

The next second, she raised her head proudly and looked at the little dragons.

"Now, what should you call me?"

The white dragon coldly stared at Kahir: "You first."

The young red dragon's muscles trembled violently, her inherited memories of pride clashing fiercely with the reality of her intense pain.

She wanted to roar, to bite, to belittle the white dragon.

But remembering the white dragon's earlier words, and seeing how submissive she became when facing a stronger red dragon, Kahir ultimately held back.

"This white-scale's words have a tiny bit of truth to them."

"Let her be arrogant for now - I'll get my revenge after I grow stronger!"

Kahir thought viciously to herself while gradually lowering her head, staring at the blood she'd coughed onto the snow, forcing out four words through gritted teeth: "Pa... Pale Wing."

She still sounded somewhat reluctant.

But there would be plenty of time for training and discipline.

The white dragon nodded with satisfaction, then looked at the other little dragons.

The blue dragon, black dragon, and green dragon - all contemplating Trixie's thought-provoking words and following Kahir's example - remained silent for several seconds before respectfully addressing the white dragon as Pale Wing.

"You, come here, lick my claws."

The white dragon thought Kahir was too arrogant and, driven by her inherent dislike of red dragons, decided to push further.

"What did you say?!"

Red Dragon Kahir flew into a rage.

Her earlier submission had been the limit - this level of humiliation was something she would rather die than accept.

"Alright, Trixie, that's enough."

The red iron dragon spoke up at just the right moment.

Going too far would be counterproductive - education should proceed step by step.

The white dragon immediately nodded respectfully and said to the little dragons: "Thank the great Lord of Molten Iron - his mercy has spared you from humiliation."

The first lesson for the unfamiliar little dragons arriving in the convergence lands.

Had now concluded perfectly.

Meanwhile, the biting cold wind swept across the cliff walls on both sides of Dragon Valley, creating mournful echoes through the densely packed natural caves on the western star wall.

Garoth's dragon wings cast long shadows under the daylight as he raised his foreclaw to point at the pockmarked rock face.

"The caves on the western side are for your habitation. Choose whichever one you want."

The western cliff of Dragon Valley was the flying dragons' settlement area, which after years of excavation had formed a well-arranged three-dimensional nest complex.

For these injured little dragons, any cave was spacious enough to accommodate their still-growing bodies, while the fortress made of what appeared to be burning metal atop the eastern cliff - Scorchsteel Fortress - silently overlooked the entire valley.

The permitted little dragons took flight with tired bodies.

Although their injuries made every flap of their wing membranes painful, the innate territorial instincts of dragons drove them to carefully inspect each potential nesting site.

Young Blue Dragon Heriam was the first to move.

He deliberately reduced his wingspan while circling upward, avoiding being too conspicuous or drawing attention.

Finally, he chose a cave in the upper middle level.

This height wouldn't offend the more powerful flying dragons above while maintaining appropriate distance from the hatchlings below.

The class divide between strong and weak was also a form of order.

The blue dragon didn't mind being subordinate to flying dragons.

Red Dragon Kahir initially charged challengingly toward the highest empty cave, but just before reaching the entrance, she abruptly turned downward and landed before a cave at the same height as Heriam's.

The green dragon and black dragon made wiser choices.

The two hatchlings didn't even attempt to explore upward, directly landing before two adjacent caves on the bottom level.

The green dragon even specifically used her tail tip to measure the distance between the two cave entrances, ensuring her chosen nest wouldn't be larger than the black dragon's and cause direct conflict.

"Trixie."

The red iron dragon's voice made the secretly pleased white dragon instantly straighten her tail.

"You've done well. Keep it up, and I'll reward you handsomely."

His praise made the white dragon's tail lift proudly.

However.

Just as the white dragon was about to float with joy, the red iron dragon's next words slammed her back to the ground.

"I permit you to discipline these little dragons within certain limits."

"But you must maintain balance."

"If any problems arise due to your mistakes, I will strip you of all rewards and send you back to guard the Abyssal Rift."

The white dragon immediately lowered her head with the most solemn posture.

"I promise to maintain proper restraint!"

She said.

Having already experienced the comfort of mixing with the little dragon group, how could she bear to leave and deal with demons? When educating the little dragons in the future, she would try to restrain herself a bit and not go too far.

"By the way."

The red iron dragon thought for several seconds before slowly saying: "Your ecological niche theory is quite good - you can teach it to these little dragons."

He seriously considered it and concluded that the white dragon's theory truly had inheritance value.

Especially for evil dragons - if they could learn and understand this theory, if nothing else, simply knowing not to pick fights with stronger monsters and being able to restrain the arrogance inherent in dragon nature would greatly improve survival rates.

This theory wasn't exactly tailor-made for dragons, but it was quite suitable.

For other creatures, if their innate talents were limited and lifespans short, they might remain lower positions forever - such wretched existence without hope might be worse than death.

But dragons were different.

As long as dragons didn't die prematurely, they were destined to become legendary, destined to become high-level existences.

With this foundation, great dragons should have relatively high acceptance of ecological niche theory because they clearly understood they would eventually become high ecological niches themselves - enduring humiliation was just for better advancement.

"The greatest tragedy of being born an evil dragon is how difficult it is to survive long enough to fulfill one's potential."

The red iron dragon's voice echoed through the valley as he glanced at the little dragons peeking from their cave entrances: "Your theory can teach them how to survive and grow into true great dragons."

Hearing these words, the white dragon's excitement rivaled that when she successfully robbed her first caravan.

She suddenly realized she was making history.

Perhaps.

A thousand years later, dragon heritage records would document:

[Ecological Niche Theory Originator, Founder, Developer - The Great Pale Wing Trixie]

This thought made the blood vessels under her scales tremble, her breathing grew heavy.

"I will be extremely patient with this matter!"

Trixie's wings trembled slightly with excitement as she said: "Starting with basic strength recognition, then gradually explaining disguise and rank-lowering techniques, finally..."

Garoth raised his foreclaw to interrupt her endless stream of plans.

"You handle the specific methods yourself."

"Remember, I want them alive to serve Dragon Valley."