Dragon Tamer

Chapter 174: Chapter 175: Great Fall, Great Rise

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Once upon a time, Pu Hanrong was also incredibly proud, believing that aside from Chief Big Disciple like Huo Shangjun of the Purple Sect, there were few in the Imperial City who could compete with him.

This time, coming to the great competition of powers, with his Monarch Level strength, dealing with disciples from other forces was like bullying the weak.

Who would have thought that in others’ eyes, he was also so insignificant?

Voluntarily handing over those brocade boxes he had collected, Pu Hanrong also chose to withdraw.

For a moment, there were hardly any people left on Nine Army Tomb Mountain, and what remained were only some broken statues.

As for those animated General Statues, more than half of their mechanisms had already been destroyed by Zhu Minglang’s astonishing swords.

No one dared to compete with Zhu Minglang anymore.

All the spirit resources here now belonged to Zhu Minglang alone.

“Young Master, the brocade box that grants the right to preside over the four city-states of Ancestral Dragon City-State in the Li Chuan Continent is here.” Qin Yang found a purple-red brocade box and said to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang took it over, glanced at it, and saw it was clearly written in black ink on white paper, and there was also the seal of the Supreme Court Empire. With this document, the Ancestral Dragon City-State would no longer be masterless!

He sighed deeply with relief.

It was a close shave after all.

Thankfully there was the Sword Spirit Dragon; otherwise, it would indeed be very difficult to stand out in this competition.

Letting the Sword Spirit Dragon return to the Spirit Realm, Zhu Minglang gave the document to Nan Lingsha and said to her, “The order of Li Chuan Continent will be established soon, the rest depends on Yunzhi’s grasp of the war.”

Nan Lingsha nodded, “She won’t be defeated.”

The great comparison of forces and this power competition finally ended.

Originally, the Chief Big Disciples of all major forces were the focus of attention, but in the end, it seemed that people only remembered Zhu Minglang, with the most profound memory being that of the Peak Sinking Sky Shadow Sword, giving people a whole new understanding of the Dragon Shepherd.

These days, the entire Imperial City was talking about the battle at the Mechanism City, especially Zhu Minglang’s wildness when he told everyone to get out of his sight, and his heroic stature when he single-handedly fought against the Chief Disciples of the major forces.

As for Zhu Minglang, exhausted, he had slept for a day or two. When he regained some strength, the first thing he did was ask Nan Lingsha and Qin Yang how many treasures they had collected!

Zhu Minglang used to treat money like dirt, but that was only because he was young.

Now he felt that gold and silver treasures were the loveliest things in the world and he would cherish them properly.

“Young Master, after the battle at Mechanism City ended, there was a long queue outside Zhu Gate. Many forces wanted to buy those mines, property deeds, spiritual lands, and herb gardens from us… You didn’t see how humble they were, many good items were specifically instructed to be secured by their disciples,” Qin Yang said, his face rarely showing a smile.

“There’s little point in keeping these things for ourselves. You organize and categorize them; if they’re of no great use to Zhu Gate, sell them for money,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Young Master, this is a lot of money, what do you need so much money for?” Qin Yang asked, puzzled.

“A Dragon Shepherd never finds money excessive. Ask my father if there’s anything good; Zhu Gate will want to take its pick,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Young Master, the old master has already taken his pick,” said Qin Yang.

Zhu Minglang gave a wry smile.

Zhu Heavenly Officer really didn’t stand on ceremony with him.

But after all, they had agreed to split the loot fifty-fifty.

Moreover, Sword Casting Hall had lost so much, and it was just about time for him to make up for it.

Although the “Sword Awakening” truly gave Zhu Minglang a sense of exhilaration as if he were ascending, he had to admit that the aftermath was also quite potent.

Zhu Minglang’s whole body was sore, and it took him a long time to recover.

These days, he didn’t do much else but, like someone recovering from a serious illness, only engage in some simple minor activities, such as taking a walk, strolling through the streets, or leisurely boating

Droplet Lake was tranquil and tender, and there was no scenery more appealing than the willows by the lakeside, swaying like graceful ladies combing their hair in front of a water mirror.

Zhu Minglang sat alone in a small boat, with no one to row for him.

In the past, he enjoyed doing just that, lying back in the wooden boat, letting the clean waves of the lake carry him to the center of Droplet Lake, gazing into the clear sky for miles or intoxicating nightscape.

At such times, his thoughts would drift aimlessly, with no purpose and not too many worries, simply whiling away the time leisurely, enjoying the peace and comfort without the pressure of grueling training.

The lake was vast, and Zhu Minglang never snapped back to reality until the small boat touched the lakeshore, but this time his mind might have drifted too far, perhaps there were too many things to reminisce about, or maybe the waves were fierce, for the boat bumped into the rocky shore near the bustling lakeside urban area, and Zhu Minglang even heard some boatmen shouting out.

As Zhu Minglang rose, he noticed there were many pleasure boats around, each lit with bright lamps, and glamorous females in vivid attire, along with several elegant young gentlemen, were preparing to take a boat tour of Droplet Lake. The boatmen who made a living this way looked at Zhu Minglang with puzzlement on their faces.

“Young Master, did you come from the Zhu Clan Inner Court lake?” The boatman was quite perceptive and asked respectfully.

“Yes, I must have fallen asleep. The boat drifted here,” Zhu Minglang replied awkwardly.

“All’s well, all’s well, as long as you’re not here to steal our business. You look somewhat familiar, though” the boatman said.

At that moment, the young men and women turned their gazes towards Zhu Minglang, and one of them pointed at him, exclaiming with surprise, “Isn’t that Zhu Minglang!”

“Zhu Minglang??”

“The Zhu Minglang from Zhu Gate??”

“He’s a little legend in our Imperial City. Make way, let me catch a bit of his fairy air!”

Soon, many people gathered by the lakeside, excited and thrilled as if they were watching a lake monster.

Seeing this, Zhu Minglang hurriedly took off in the boat.

Word spread quickly.

He had become a small legend of the Imperial City!

Indeed, a truly extraordinary person would draw attention wherever he went.

Be it the Imperial City or the Ancestrial Dragon City-State.

He returned to the Zhu Clan’s Inner Court lake by boat

Droplet Lake was extremely vast, but half of it belonged to the Zhu Clan’s Inner Court lake area, a region off-limits to the sightseeing merchants.

Zhu Minglang hadn’t realized he’d stayed on the boat for so long.

And for some reason, even though he was back in the Imperial City, the place of his origin, Zhu Minglang still couldn’t feel that sense of belonging.

He still missed that person on the far borders of the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent, the one he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Wandering for years, time flew by. Within that brief year in Ancestral Dragon City, too many things had happened

From a refugee used to insult an incomparable woman to now becoming a small legend spoken of by the people of the Imperial City, life truly had its ups and downs!

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