Dragon Tamer - Chapter 779

Chapter 779: Chapter 783 Persuade Yourself to Be Kind

Zhu Minglang looked at the maniac.

The maniac’s hair was disheveled, his teeth sharp as a demon’s, his skin cracked, and his body covered in blood that no one had bothered to clean.

Around his neck, he wore a very special kind of shackle, presumably a tool meant to suppress his quasi-god strength.

It was hard to imagine that someone of quasi-god level could end up like a mad dog. Truly, the path of cultivation is fraught with immense dangers–just one misstep can lead to irreversible disaster and demonic possession.

“A mere Sect woman dares to give us the runaround; she really must be tired of living!” said the man drinking wine.

“It’s a pity about her pretty face, half of it bitten off by this mad dog,” the man with the spotted face said. “It’s difficult to lay hands on her now. We could have killed her and played with her for a few days instead of drinking this suffocating wine here.”

“But I heard that the Sect Master of the Crane Frost Sect is quite capable, having made connections with many prominent Dragon Shepherds, including Xu Chenshen who highly praised her. I wonder if she’ll do anything rash,” a skinny man commented, clearly worried.

“What’s there to be afraid of? It’s not like we did anything; it was this crazy dog… Haha, back in the day, this guy and I joined the Hongtian Peak together, so full of arrogance and disdain for everyone. All the female disciples were enamored with him, but now he’s turned into my dog!” The man with the spotted face gave the maniac a vicious kick as he spoke.

The maniac obviously felt anger, his eyes fixed intently on the man with the spotted face, ready to pounce and bite. However, the man with the spotted face yanked hard on the chain of the shackle.

This chain connected to the maniac’s neck shackle. A slight infusion of spiritual power and the inner ring would produce incredibly painful poison needles, seventy-six in total, piercing directly into the maniac’s neck, causing enough pain to tear at his heart and make him completely disabled like a ruined dog.

However, when the man with the spotted face yanked with force, infusing spiritual power, his hand suddenly came up empty.

The chain had unexpectedly snapped, and the man with the spotted face nearly fell off his stool.

Sitting on the ground, he stared blankly at the broken chain, then his gaze turned to one of extreme horror as he watched the maniac walking towards him!

“How the hell did it break!”

“Didn’t you check it beforehand?”

“I… I don’t know!”

The maniac, with his long claws, reached for the man with the spotted face, who turned and ran, only to have his entire back ripped open, his white bones grotesquely exposed.

The man with the spotted face tried desperately to cast a spell, his palms just beginning to show some bright lightning, but the maniac pounced on him, pushing him to the ground, then tearing at him like a wild beast!

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!”

The man with the spotted face screamed in agony. He couldn’t cast a single spell. In front of the quasi-god level maniac, without the shackles to bind him, the man with the spotted face’s cultivation was utterly insufficient.

Very quickly, the man with the spotted face was torn into a heap of gore, the maniac seemingly venting all the anger accumulated over the years, gnawing at the flesh until it was clean.

The other two men were petrified by fear. By the time they thought of running away, they found that no matter how they tried to escape, they would always wind up back where they started, as if running inside a barrel.

Having dealt with the man with the spotted face, the maniac then killed those two men as well, tearing them to pieces without leaving a single intact patch of skin.

After killing these three scum from Hongtian Peak, the maniac lifted his head, his crazed eyes intently fixed on Zhu Minglang, who was hiding in the dimness atop the beam.

Zhu Minglang flipped down, standing before the maniac.

The maniac lunged at Zhu Minglang again, but compared to how he had killed those three men, his speed was obviously much slower, and his lethality significantly weaker.

The maniac clearly didn’t intend to kill Zhu Minglang but merely wished to attack him.

He wasn’t completely irrational; he seemed to recognize that Zhu Minglang’s cultivation was above his own. His attack on Zhu Minglang had only one purpose–to seek death.

“An early release is also good,” Zhu Minglang said, forming a sword finger with his hand. The Sword Spirit Dragon at his side flew out sharply, precisely piercing through the maniac’s throat.

With quasi-god cultivation, the maniac made no move to dodge, welcoming the thrusting sword through his neck. The madness in his eyes dissipated with the ebbing of his life, and he slowly knelt down, making an effort to lift his face to meet Zhu Minglang’s.

“In your next life, don’t be so obsessed with cultivation. Find a girl with whom you share mutual affection, and take good care of each other…” Zhu Minglang said to the maniac.

The maniac’s eyes wavered, as if recalling someone. Soon, his eyes clouded over, and finally, they lost all expression.

…

Zhu Minglang only took the maniac’s body away, as he had to report back to the Sect Master of the Crane Frost Sect.

When he returned to Zhongxin Giant City, Zhu Minglang just happened to pass by a funeral service shop. He glanced at the maniac’s body wrapped in a mat, paused, and entered the shop. He handed over some money and requested them to clean the maniac, dressing him in dignified clothing.

The offered silver was sufficient, so the funeral workers were quite motivated, quickly cleaning up the madman’s corpse, dressing it in a set of coarse robes…

“Guest, your friend here has some strange markings tattooed on his chest. Do you want them removed, or should they be left as is?” the funeral worker asked while dressing the body.

Zhu Minglang glanced casually and noticed that the so-called strange markings looked a bit like a map, so he took a closer look.

“It seems to be a feng shui map. This lunatic must have been crazy for some time, and to prevent forgetting something important, he had something tattooed on himself. Hurry, make a copy of it.” Mr. Jinli leaned in and said.

“Is that really necessary?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“You’ve forgotten that you’re now half a good cultivator. Accumulating merit for yourself is like having pies fall from the sky. Have you forgotten how you got your Nuwa Dragon?” Mr. Jinli said.

According to Mr. Jinli, the reason Zhu Minglang encountered the Nuwa Dragon was precisely because he had resolved the seven great calamities and Old Heavenly Father bestowed it upon him as a grace.

“Don’t be so superstitious, okay? How could a civilized world of cultivation reward you with money falling from the sky for doing just one good deed?” Zhu Minglang shook his head.

“Just try it, it won’t take too much of your time,” Mr. Jinli said.

“All right.”

…

Probably because the three guards at the Hongtian Peak had never cleaned the lunatic, the thick layer of mud on his body obscured the tattoo. When Zhu Minglang followed the pattern to the corresponding location, he discovered a stone-stele path.

The stele path had been abandoned for a long time. Presumably, the village it pointed to had vanished many years back. Zhu Minglang dug up the stele and to his surprise, found a huge silver chest hidden beneath!

Opening the chest, it was full of spirit crystals, essence stones, soul beads, colored fruits, golden pearls…

Zhu Minglang felt as though his eyes were dazzled by the glint; it was too much, so much that he couldn’t quite believe it!

“See, what did I tell you!” Mr. Jinli said triumphantly.

“Holy mother, money is really dropping from the sky! From now on, I am Zhu Minglang, the Little Grand Ancestor of Benevolence. Nobody compete with me for doing good deeds. I will accumulate merit, stack my moral character, eliminate harm for the people, enforce justice on behalf of heaven, and inspect the gods in the sky!” Zhu Minglang was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

It truly was a case of getting exactly what you lacked.

Zhu Minglang himself hadn’t expected such a huge fortune as a reward for his casual act of kindness!

Other superstitions Zhu Minglang may not believe in, but the notion that good people are rewarded, that much he could believe!

“You’re not considering that good cultivators turn their good deeds into cultivation base, into capital for becoming gods. As half a good cultivator, you won’t be granted cultivation base for your good deeds, but since you’re already a True God, it will reward you in other ways. For example, you’re currently short on money, so more often than not it will send you money… Of course, your gain this time is not entirely because you helped the lunatic find release, giving him a dignified end. It relates to the merit you’ve accumulated before, merely using the lunatic’s end as a conduit to grant it to you. So, never shy away from small acts of kindness…” Mr. Jinli said.

“I get it. When I’ve accumulated enough merit through good deeds, I can wish for divine blessings from heaven. But Old Heavenly Father won’t appear in person and place it into my hands; instead, it will grant it through special arrangements by fate. Like when I killed the lunatic, if I hadn’t taken care of the aftermath, I would’ve missed out on this treasure chest,” Zhu Minglang nodded.

“Pretty much,” Mr. Jinli replied.

“From now on, I must strictly discipline myself and firmly refrain from doing anything that would tarnish my righteous nature as Zhu Minglang. When I walk in the street, I must not let my gaze roam, especially on windy days with skirts billowing. When I see rascally kids, I mustn’t eat candied hawthorns in front of them, and if there’s an elderly person trying to cross where beast mounts are racing by, I must help them…” Zhu Minglang had utterly changed his approach to life.

“Enough already. The Auspicious Qi you maintain has allowed the Heaven Dust Dragon to rest in peace… Remember when you left the Bidding Grand Hall, and you wrote down the names of people who bid higher than you in a little book? Although I don’t know what you plan to do, think carefully about whether such action is eroding your merit or not!” Mr. Jinli said annoyed.

“Hehe, smuggling goods without killing, won’t diminish much merit,” Zhu Minglang gave an awkward laugh.

Zhu Minglang had actually made two plans.

First, to scrape together enough money before the auction ended and buy what he wanted, even if it cost an astronomical sum.

Second, if he couldn’t raise the funds, to memorize the names of the winning bidders and nicely “discuss” with them the possibility of giving the items to him, a “god-level” cultivator. Even if they intended to stay anonymous, there were ways to find out, like bribing or threatening the messenger responsible for delivering bid changes.

There was no choice; he was used to the cutthroat and fiercely competitive life in the Dragon Gate.

This is the real world, keep telling myself to be kind, to be kind…

“Heh, whether it erodes merit or not isn’t up to me to decide. That’s usually a question for your own conscience,” Mr. Jinli said.

“My conscience urged me to do it, only with formidable strength can I judge those unruly Violent Gods and restore a righteous order to this world!”

“…”

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