Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1011

Chapter 1011: Chapter 1015: I Practice Sword Chapter 1011: Chapter 1015: I Practice Sword Before Zhu Minglang knew it, a month had passed, and he felt that Fairy City had an endless supply of resources.

If only he hadn’t run out of money, Zhu Minglang could have continued having fun here for several more months!

In that month, Zhu Minglang had sold off all his Soul Beads and valuable items, exchanging them for the essential spiritual resources needed by his dragon pets.

“Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon, promotion successful!”

“Azure Phoenix Green Phoenix Dragon, promotion successful!

“Spirit Glowing Dragon, promotio… huh, how did it skip a level??”

Zhu Minglang picked up the Spirit Glowing Dragon and placed it on a cabinet at his own height, his eyes scrutinizing it.

“Boo~~~~”
Feeling somewhat embarrassed under Zhu Minglang’s stare, the Spirit Glowing Dragon awkwardly extended its chubby fingers.

“Speak up, what did you secretly eat to skip directly to the God-lord level? Do you think cultivation is a joke, like cabbages by the roadside?” Zhu Minglang interrogated.

“Boo~~~~~”
The Spirit Glowing Dragon conveyed that ever since it absorbed the Qiunkun Spirit from Mo Shou’s Ancient Honourable Body, its cultivation base had been skyrocketing every day. It initially wanted to share this energy with the other dragon pets, but the Qiunkun Spirit was too enticing. Unable to resist, the Spirit Glowing Dragon digested it slowly on its own.

“Selfishly hogging it all, huh?” Zhu Minglang remarked.

The Spirit Glowing Dragon lowered its little head, unwilling to meet Zhu Minglang’s eyes.

“Alright then, you’re relying on your own in fights now. Having reached the God-lord level, you can’t just stand on the sidelines cheering anymore,” Zhu Minglang said.

Flicking the Spirit Glowing Dragon’s forehead with his finger, it touched its head, feeling a bit wronged, and timidly nodded.

Having hid behind older dragon siblings for so long, it was finally its turn to lead the charge. The Spirit Glowing Dragon started to regret its selfishness; it should have evenly distributed this potent Spirit Root Energy among all the dragons so it could continue its lazy ways.

“Mo Shou’s offering was Divine Pattern Ancient Honour, a noble among the Mysterious Ancient Giants. The Qiunkun Spirit contained within is considered a rare Spirit Root. It’s not bad that the Spirit Glowing Dragon managed to digest it,” Mr. Jinli stated.

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about something. Could I graft the Spiritual Energy Water Wheel method from the Building Dragon Sect onto the Spirit Glowing Dragon? Wouldn’t that allow it to circulate more refined Spirit?” Zhu Minglang pondered, stroking his chin.

Now Zhu Minglang knew that Spiritual Energy also came in different levels.

The levels of Spiritual Energy from different God Territories differed.

Qiunkun Spirit was of high quality, its effects likely comparable to the Spirit Root Energy in Dragon Gate, capable of drastically increasing cultivation.

The method of the Building Dragon Sect’s Spiritual Energy Water Wheel is to differentiate various types of Spiritual Energy and then filter, refine, condense, and elevate them, eventually transforming them into energy similar to Dragon Gate Spirit Root, which is absorbed by the Dragon Beasts.

“Don’t you realize that what’s called Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Resources are actually myriad incarnations of Spirit Root? However, the Spirit Roots in the world are dispersed, transformed, and impure, thus they can only be referred to as Spiritual Energy and Resources, but not as Spirit Root,” Mr. Jinli stated.

“So, is the method I mentioned feasible?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Of course, it’s feasible. Whether it’s the secret technique of the Spiritual Energy Water Wheel of the Building Dragon Sect or the Spirit Absorbing Gift of the Spirit Glowing Dragon, both are processes of elevating the world’s Spiritual Energy and Resources towards the most perfect state of Spirit Root. While it might not be perfectly achievable like obtaining Spirit Root in Dragon Gate and immediately enhancing cultivation, it can approach perfection,” Mr. Jinli explained.

“Understood, the core lies in how to elevate this Spiritual Energy into Spirit Root that cultivators and Dragon Beasts can perfectly absorb. I need to find a geomantically treasured site for this integration,” Zhu Minglang pondered, his gaze inadvertently falling on Yuheng Sacred Mountain.

After frolicking in the Fairy City for a month, it was time to go mountain climbing. Having made all his necessary purchases, he indeed needed a place rich in Spiritual Energy to start a surge in cultivation!

…

The mountain wasn’t very tall, with the Divine Mountain itself located within the Fairy City.

The Divine Mountain floated in the air, scattered in different positions above the city. Cloud vine bridges connected the mountains, with some vines even hanging down into the bustling areas of the city, easily accessible to those with sufficient cultivation bases.

However, out of respect for Yuheng Star Palace, no one ever climbed the mountains using these cloud vines. To pay respect to the gods, one had to ascend the Star Steps and worship at every Star Temple along the way.

Naturally, Zhu Minglang wouldn’t climb those cloud vines either. He walked through one historic Star Temple after another, the crowd of worshippers slowly advancing, endlessly streaming at all times.

Finally reaching Qi River Palace, which was said to be the gate of Yuheng Star Palace, Zhu Minglang reported his identity at the magnificent gate and then quietly waited there.

Zhu Minglang had just sipped a cup of tea when three people approached–two women and one man. The man had a blue sand mole above his eyebrows, which gave him a somewhat handsome and commanding appearance!

“Follow us,” the man with the blue sand mole glanced at Zhu Minglang and said indifferently.

Zhu Minglang wanted to inquire further, but seeing that the man was reserved and unwilling to talk much, he chose not to ask further and simply followed him into the Star Palace.

The path they took was somewhat winding, and Zhu Minglang saw many Sword Stages that sword enthusiasts dreamt of. Some were practicing sword techniques, some meditated in a seated position, and others practiced the art of Sword Control flying solo…

When they reached a somewhat messy and dirty Sword Stage, the man with the blue sand mole stopped and pointed inside the stage with his finger.

Zhu Minglang was somewhat puzzled, thinking it was Meng Bingci waiting for him there, so he walked over.

As soon as he stepped onto the sword platform, Zhu Minglang felt something was off, as the ground beneath his feet was sticky, as if bloodstains had not been properly cleaned recently. Moreover, this platform was obviously used for executions year-round, leaving many blood stains that could not be washed away.

“Brother, what is the meaning of this?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“So it’s you, who claims to be Meng Zun’s son?” the man with the blue sand speckles said.

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“That’s right, insulting the divine, deserving death. A swift execution wouldn’t let you realize the offense you have just uttered, so dealing with someone like you with the extreme penalty is preferable!” The man with blue sand speckles picked up a bloody Tooth Sword from the rack as he spoke.

The Tooth Sword was all reverse blades, and the pain it caused when scraped across a person’s body was unimaginable!

“Why exactly do I deserve death? I’m a bit confused,” Zhu Minglang said perplexedly.

“Hmph, you kind of street con artist, even if you wanted to benefit from Meng Zun’s glory, at least fabricate a plausible reason. Meng Zun is a Jade Immortal, do you know what that means? In our Yuheng Star Palace, they are considered the virginal gods of chastity. Their cultivation includes a life without marriage, even less likely to have offspring. To claim you are Meng Zun’s son, isn’t that an insult to the Jade Immortal gods!” the female disciple by the side spoke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I guess you did not convey my words to your Meng Zun. Whether I am a con artist, just pass along my words, why act so rashly?” Zhu Minglang said.

A Jade Immortal never marries in her lifetime??

Meng Bingci is a Jade Immortal of Yuheng Star Palace??

Thus, am I indeed a god’s descendant??

It seems like Meng Bingci holds a high status in the Yuheng Star Palace.

Then why would she nestle in the small town of Li Chuan?

“No need to convey the message anymore, such words reaching Meng Zun’s ears would be disrespectful,” the man with blue sand speckles said.

“Ah, why is it that those searching for their relatives from far places always include your sorts of brain-dead fools?” Zhu Minglang sighed heavily.

“You can resist, any weapon on this platform is yours to choose from, this is the last bit of pity that our Yuheng Star Palace has for ruffians and rogues like you,” the man with blue sand speckles said.

“Idiotic thing!” Zhu Minglang cursed.

“Ignorant of death!” the man with blue sand speckles said as he drew the Tooth Sword and swung it fiercely at Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang casually pointed a finger, and the Sword Spirit Dragon unsheathed from behind him, instantly turning into a traceless shadow that slashed across the man with blue sand speckles in the blink of an eye.

The Sword Spirit Dragon had already returned to being motionless behind Zhu Minglang, resembling a charming shadow.

Outsiders couldn’t even see the Sword Spirit Dragon strike; they only saw Zhu Minglang suddenly point his finger in the air, and immediately afterward, the man with blue sand speckles froze in place.

“Shhh~~~~~~~~~~~~”
His chest suddenly burst open like a flower, blood spurting shockingly.

The man with blue sand speckles slowly fell backward, his chest spraying an arc of blood, as the two women beside him watched the scene in utter terror, even more incredulous at Zhu Minglang.

“I am a Sword Scatter Immortality, not some con artist. No need for a second strike for you to honestly pass on my message now, right?” Zhu Minglang coldly snorted at the two female disciples.

One of the female disciples realized this person was not a mortal, turned around hurriedly, and ran into the Star Palace, whether to rouse people or to pass the message.

The other female disciple was treating the man with blue sand speckles’ injuries, but the blood wouldn’t stop.

At that moment, from another sword platform nearby, a man approached on a Flying Sword; his hair and beard were neatly groomed, he wore a fluttering swordsman’s robe, and had a somewhat immortal-like demeanor.

“Fellow Daoist, why harm people?” the long-robed swordsman landed on the sword platform and asked.

“I asked them to pass a message, instead, they lured me here to this execution platform to kill me. Is that how your Yuheng Star Palace treats its guests?” Zhu Minglang said.

“That must be a misunderstanding, if there’s a misunderstanding, we can talk it out. Why resort to such severe violence?” the long-robed swordsman continued.

Zhu Minglang glanced at the elder swordsman and noticed he also had a blue sand speckle on his brow.

Is blue sand speckle quite common here?

Or are they actually related?

“I practice swordsmanship to make idiots like this speak properly to me. If you’re more concerned about why I struck so hard, and not what he did to anger me, then there’s nothing worthwhile to discuss,” Zhu Minglang said.

“This is Yuheng Star Palace, most who come here hold a reverent attitude, it’s not about how we treat our guests. Even if there’s a misunderstanding, with your strength, just knocking him down would have been enough, why create such a big, endlessly bleeding wound? You might damage his cultivation base, affecting his future,” the long-robed swordsman said.

“Enough, from your tone, I know you came to stand up for him, stop pretending to be morally upright; come here, take my sword, I’ve said it, I practice swordsmanship just to make you idiots speak properly to me!” Zhu Minglang couldn’t be bothered to speak further to the ostentatiously virtuous elder, and directly cursed.

“It seems you really have no reverence; let me, Sikong Cheng, teach you some discipline!” the long-robed swordsman said.