Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1018

Chapter 1018: Chapter 1022: If You Castrate Yourself, I Can Teach You Chapter 1018: Chapter 1022: If You Castrate Yourself, I Can Teach You Zhu Minglang turned around and took a good look at the two men.

“Why do both of you have a blue sand mole on your forehead?” Zhu Minglang asked curiously.

“It is the noble symbol of our service to Yuheng, representing that our Sikong divine lineage is the most trustworthy clan to the Yuheng Star Immortals!” Sikong Cheng replied.

After saying this, Sikong Cheng respectfully performed a bow to his junior brother Sikong Yuan, who was standing beside him.

Sikong Yuan slowly walked forward, not casually, but with steps that were clearly meant to be oppressive. This kind of approach was generally used to corner an opponent, leaving them no way to escape.

Naturally, Zhu Minglang could feel the threat from the other party.

“One sword, I will only contest with you using one sword.” Sikong Yuan said, his tone somewhat haughty and disdainful.

“Whether you can fend it off or not, this matter will be considered settled.” Sikong Yuan added.

As he spoke, Sikong Yuan’s body was already slightly crouching, his left hand mirroring the oppressive approach of his steps as it slowly gripped the sword at his waist. He was also adjusting the angle of his impending sword strike according to the direction of the wind.

“Hu hu hu hu hu~~~~~~~~”
The mountain gate was between two Divine Mountains, located high in Fairy City, where the cold wind was biting. Standing in the mountain gate for long enough would make one’s body feel as though it had endured countless sword strikes.

As Sikong Yuan gripped his sword, the violent wind between the mountain gorges suddenly ceased. It seemed as though all of it had converged onto Sikong Yuan’s Wind-Wrought Sword. With a mere partial draw, the chilling wind surged forward, impossible to guard against!

“This is the Comprehend Wind Sword.” At this moment, the Yuheng Star Goddess beside him reminded Zhu Minglang in a low voice.

“Is it powerful?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“A Heavenly Level Sword Technique. After the sword is drawn, nine hundred sword winds will simultaneously slice towards a part of your body… It depends on how much they resent you but judging by his hand gesture and the angle of his sword draw, he seems to be aiming for your chest,” the Yuheng Star Goddess explained.

Zhu Minglang smirked bitterly.

So Sikong Cheng had been fixated on that one sword strike.

Although his own sword strike had torn open Sikong Cheng’s chest, the wound was not fatal.

“Sikong Cheng has brought someone with a high cultivation base.” Zhu Minglang said.

“This should be Sikong Qing. I’ve heard the Five Sword Immortals mention him. He’s a promising young talent,” the Yuheng Star Goddess commented.

After saying this, the Yuheng Star Goddess moved slightly to the side. She, too, wanted to see how Zhu Minglang would deal with Sikong Qing’s sword strike.

Sikong Qing’s sword strike was exceedingly slow, giving Zhu Minglang an ample amount of time to react. As long as Zhu Minglang did not draw his sword, Sikong Qing would not make a move.

Of course, this had nothing to do with the chivalry of a duel.

If someone suddenly points a sword at you while you’re walking down the road and insists on a duel, that behavior in itself is presumptuous.

“You can draw your sword now,” Zhu Minglang said to Sikong Qing.

“Where is your sword?” Sikong Qing asked, maintaining a ready-to-draw pose.

“Just go ahead. If you can cut even a single hair of mine, consider it my loss,” Zhu Minglang declared.

“What arrogance!” Sikong Qing scoffed.

“Draw your sword, stop wasting my time,” Zhu Minglang said.

“You’re asking for it!” Sikong Qing’s eyes flashed fiercely as he abruptly drew the sword that had been charging with power. At that instant, a wild wind howled, as if a storm had erupted at the mountain gate.

Stream after stream of sword wind, fine as silk, pierced towards Zhu Minglang’s chest, totaling nine hundred paths. Under the fierce and biting wind, the blades of wind were extremely sharp!

However, just as everything seemed to tilt against Zhu Minglang, a blue Spirit Dragon appeared without warning from beneath Sikong Qing’s feet.

The Spirit Glowing Dragon braced itself with its hands, and with a sudden burst of force, it flipped upwards and delivered a savage kick to Sikong Qing’s chin.

Sikong Qing had just brandished his sword when he was struck by this kick, sending him toppling backwards. The swirling sword winds he unleashed became a chaotic mess, eventually scattering into the sky.

Sikong Cheng stood nearby, stunned for a moment.

By the time he reacted, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek. The Spirit Glowing Dragon had delivered another sweeping leg kick, striking Sikong Cheng’s right face like a mighty slap.

Sikong Qing and Sikong Cheng both fell to the ground, one with a dislocated jaw, unconscious, the other with a swollen face.

Above the mountain gate, the sword winds clamored, spiraling for a long time before they settled.

At the mountain gate, Zhu Minglang stood unharmed, even taking a moment to straighten his clothes and hair before beckoning to the Yuheng Star goddess standing aside.

“You’re cheating!” the Yuheng Star goddess said with an unhappy face.

“I already told you, I am a Dragon Shepherd,” Zhu Minglang said, and as he spoke these words, the Spirit Glowing Dragon hopped back, its extraordinarily powerful limbs retracting to become the original fluffy pillow.

It jumped into Zhu Minglang’s arms, transforming into Zhu Minglang’s warm hand ball on its own initiative.

So, Zhu Minglang, cradling the Spirit Glowing Dragon, swayed down the mountain to patrol the mortal world.

“Bo bo~~~” The Spirit Glowing Dragon was also very happy, as this was its first time breaking a chin since being promoted to God principal, a moment worth commemorating.

…

“Tell me, Auntie, are you really the Yuheng fairy? Why did those two keep saying they serve the Yuheng fairy, and yet, when you stood there, they couldn’t recognize you at all?” Zhu Minglang began to suspect that the seductively dressed woman was deceiving him.

“In Yuheng Star Palace, women are honored, men are our vassals; how could they possibly see our noble faces? You know why they all have blue sand moles on their foreheads? Isn’t it because these men are of subordinate rank in the God Clan of Yuheng Star Palace?” the Yuheng Star goddess said.

“Oh, I forgot about that fine tradition of yours,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Don’t cheat. From now on, when someone from Yuheng Star Palace challenges you, you must fight properly with the sword. Otherwise, how can it reflect well on the teachings of this old mentor?” the Yuheng Star goddess said.

“Does your Yuheng Star Palace have that kind of sword technique that is supremely arrogant, with a single stroke capable of conquering all four seas and eight wildernesses?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“There are plenty. If you castrate yourself, I can teach you.”

“…”

Where’s the point of conquering the four seas and eight wildernesses, and being supremely arrogant then?

…

Having reached Fairy City, Zhu Minglang first went to the inn to find Cai You.

With Fang Niannian not around, Zhu Minglang had no choice but to have Cai You act as the temporary hustle and bustle manager of the Dragon Shepherd, after all, many high-quality Dragon Beast Spirits needed guarding those Treasure Pavilions. Otherwise, in the blink of an eye, they could be bought up by those financially powerful families from the territory of God Yuheng.

Although there were many Sword Sects in the territory of God Yuheng, most of the Sword Sects also served some powerful Dragon Gods, like the Earth Sword Sect. After all, among all spirits, dragons are the most closely affiliated with humans, and with long life spans, they can often serve as the guardians of Sects, enduring for thousands of years without decline.

There aren’t too many Dragon Shepherds, but there are plenty vying for the Spirit resources.