Dragon Tamer-Chapter 882 - 886 Dream Entrustment
Chapter 882: Chapter 886: Dream Entrustment
Chapter 882 -886: Dream Entrustment
Wu Xiao arrived at Tian Shu, but it would still take some time before he could enter Xuan Ge.
Wu Xiao had sent a message to Linghu Ling early on.
“Is that patch of green above the Kaiyang Shen Province?” Zhu Minglang asked somewhat unexpectedly.
Linghu Ling rolled her eyes, can’t you just properly call someone by their name?
“He is the eldest grandson of the Kaiyang God, only you dare to bully him time and again at the Dragon Gate. If it were another God Territory’s True God, they would have to show him triple the respect.”
“Mainly because he has a little face that looks like it’s meant to be bullied, most importantly, he’s carrying an evergreen tree on his back…” Zhu Minglang said.
So, Wu Xiao was the Divine Chosen of the Kaiyang Shen Province.
Don’t know how many Dragon Gate comrades will gather in this Xuan Ge Country Capital. It’s expected that when representatives from all seven God Territories have arrived, the scene will become even more lively…
It would be best if more gods filled to the brim with evil deeds came along.
Then the Purple Qi Fortune above my head can thrive immensely!
Speaking of which, the Purple Qi Fortune above my head has grown stronger recently, as if I’ve accomplished another task that greatly pleases the heavens, allowing it to look like a group of purple light clouds that are elusive, making it seem as if I have the Divine Soul of a Heavenly God no matter where I go, even though only I can see this special effect. Should some ghastly demons from the Underworld come close to me, they would probably be scared witless in an instant.
The sense of grandeur akin to a Daluo Golden Immortal descending upon the world.
Zhu Minglang indeed had not expected that becoming a True God would entail such a grand ceremony effect, including the heavens, earth, sun, moon, thunder, fire, wind, and rain all seeming to obey my command.
If I were to travel around now, each time I reach a land, each time I set foot on a mountain, the Land God and Mountain God would probably present their local finest Divine Roots and Spirit Roots, right?
Even though I did not kill Ming Meng, it apparently also counts as meritorious.
Or is it precisely because I did not kill Ming Meng, instead imprisoning him, that I received such considerable merit?
…
Not every windfall equates to a pie falling from the sky as Cultivation Base.
Zhu Minglang tried performing some good deeds in the streets and alleys, but none of them cashed out the Purple Qi Fortune above his head.
In the end, it was Mr. Jinli who told Zhu Minglang that it was time he should settle down and cultivate properly; letting his dragons roam free all day was a bit much!
Without Ming Meng, the Xuan Ge Country Capital should be much more peaceful.
Besides, they have now established a good relationship with Xuan Ge, so there’s no need to worry about her pettiness. After gaining both merit and fame, Zhu Minglang chose to enter the White Domain to cultivate.
The future of Tian Shu, the future of the North Dipper Shen Province, had nothing to do with Zhu Minglang, and the specific interests within the Leader’s Conference were also irrelevant to him. Zhu Minglang was now eager to enhance his strength further; who knows if Hua Chou would end his seclusion and healing ahead of schedule.
After making a high-profile splash, it was time to choose to hide my edge. Zhu Minglang was also aware that he held a grudge against Hua Chou, and being too conspicuous in his territory would only bring unnecessary trouble.
Therefore, it was wise to leave for a while, raise all my dragons’ Cultivation Base, and with the merit of capturing Ming Meng, I should be able to advance a great deal!
…
The White Domain is a forbidden land in the God Territory.
Known as White Marsh but also referred to as the Primeval White Domain, it is said to be formed from the spatial juxtaposition of over a hundred Ancient Ruins and layered planes. If the small worlds inside the White Marsh Realm were completely unfolded, they would probably be equivalent to a God Country.
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Upon hearing about the many strange dragons, exotic beasts, and hidden divine treasures inside, Zhu Minglang had long wanted to wreak havoc there.
The creatures in the White Marsh had always been notorious for being fierce and terrifying, with gods who entered being eaten to the point not even their bones remained.
But having entered the White Marsh for three days, Zhu Minglang found that its residents were actually very friendly and adorable.
Whenever I was thirsty, there would be a little Flying Dragon with blue wings bringing me some Spirit Fruit. When I was tired, I could rest in any cavern and find the bones of an Immortal; a dig into the adjacent soil would surely reveal his packed belongings, and randomly wandering around, I would always run into Spirit Beasts desperately trying to stuff their offspring into my hands, hoping for my guidance…
Such fortune made Zhu Minglang suspect his own first half of life!
How rough was my previous life.
If I had even one percent of the current fortune back then, I would not have fallen into silkworm farming.
Is this what it feels like to be an Immortal?
Even giving a dog this life would make it invincible in this world!
After wandering around White Marsh for a few days, Zhu Minglang had already earned enough precious food for the Moon Blessing White Dragon and the Yama Dragon. Yet, the Purple Qi Fortune above my head had not diminished in the slightest.
Continuing deeper, Zhu Minglang realized that with such a glorious divine title, it would be impossible to gain any cultivation effect, so he suppressed his Divine Soul and tried to be a diligent cultivator, experiencing a simple and unadorned life of fighting monsters and leveling up…
Above the White Marsh, the sky was riddled with Thunder Tribulations, and from time to time, you could see pale lightning like a python devouring the sky streaking across the firmament. The lightning of the White Marsh alone was enough to keep common folk from daring to come near.
“Go, tell your colleagues that I’m going to take a nap now, take the thunder elsewhere.” Zhu Minglang looked up and said to the air.
In the air, a Spirit Messenger with transparent wings earnestly flew high into the sky. After only a moment, the sky above Zhu Minglang quieted down. The fierce, dreadful, and fearless lightning that tore through the sky seemed to clock out of work, and no trace of flickering was seen again. Zhu Minglang lay down comfortably on the trunk of an old tree, finished eating a bunch of White Domain grapes delivered by a Little Fairy Beast, and then yawned and fell asleep.
No sooner had he lain down than he entered a dream.
In the Dream World, Zhu Minglang clearly saw a woman dressed in dark clothes standing quietly before him. Her beautiful eyes were especially captivating, as if a woman with such eyes must have a very hot figure…
“Our God, do you have any clues?” the woman asked with a clear and pleasant voice, obviously a young beauty.
“What clues?” Zhu Minglang asked, puzzled.
“You’re the God of Fuchen.”
“Oh, oh, some clues at last. I have something I wanted to ask you about. Tell me about the Plum Vessel’s Mark, its origin, and what it signifies,” Zhu Minglang put aside his daydream-like reverie and assumed the dignified demeanor of a true deity.
Zhu Minglang had seen this woman in black phoenix robes before.
It was she who had told him that his Divine Mansion was at Dragon Tail Mountain, and like many other women there, she was a devotee of his. Zhu Minglang could occasionally hear their prayers, but he could not clearly make out what they were specifically saying.
“The Plum Vessel’s Mark is the Servant God’s Seal. With this mark, one is a servant to you. Look, I also have one…” While speaking, the woman in the black phoenix robes slightly opened her clothing at her chest.
Zhu Minglang’s breathing suddenly became unsteady.
In the end, it’s still an indecent dream!
Zhu Minglang was a gentleman, naturally, he wouldn’t look askance.
Fortunately, the woman only revealed her fragrant shoulder, and on that plump, curved jade, a very clear and fair suitable spot was stamped with the Plum Vessel’s Mark.
God of Fuchen, why would you place a Servant God’s Seal in such a location…
How was the Servant God’s Mark placed on the position occupied by the Xuange God?
Zhu Minglang fell into deep contemplation.
The Xuange God has a mark signifying servitude to the God of Fuchen??
What does this imply?
Does it mean that the Xuange God is one of us?
Is she a deeply concealed spy within the Tianshu God Domain?
If that’s the case, does it mean that the Xuange God is also investigating the cause of the previous God of Fuchen’s death??
But Zhu Minglang felt that something was not quite right.
He always felt that the Xuange God’s Servant God’s Mark was different from that of the woman in black phoenix robes, and the impression it left on Zhu Minglang was also somewhat different.
At the very least, the loyalty of the woman in black phoenix robes stemmed from direct devotion. Although it was far from reaching the soul bond between a Dragon Trainer and their dragon, there was still a sense of closeness.
But Zhu Minglang did not once feel this while approaching the Xuange God multiple times.
No, that’s not it!
The Plum Vessel’s Mark on the Xuange God’s body was actually a scar!
Her having this scar meant that she must have once signed some sort of trust contract with the God of Fuchen, albeit in a humble manner, but she violated this contract, causing her to be gravely injured, and left that scar of the Plum Vessel’s Mark on her body!
She used a tattoo to turn that scar into a delicate flower, covering up her past betrayal with body paint!
“You help me check, did the previous God of Fuchen ever make any contracts with other deities?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“The previous generation? Such a long time ago, I do not know,” the woman in black phoenix robes said, puzzled.
“How long ago… wait, wait, what do you mean by calling yourself ‘concubine’?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“A very long time, roughly ten thousand years. ‘Concubine’ simply means ‘concubine.’ We devotees are all waiting to dual cultivate with you. This is part of Fuchen’s spiritual practice and also the pure devotion of we servants,” the woman in black phoenix robes explained.
No wonder all the devotees he saw on Dragon Tail Mountain were female— and they were all young and beautiful…
God of Fuchen, could it be that in addition to being the God of Sky Inspection, you are also a Union God??
What does Old Heavenly Father mean by this?
I’m not that kind of man!!
“Our God’s mind is somewhat troubled, and even in the Dream World, one can practice…” As the woman in black phoenix robes spoke these words, she gracefully approached and began to adjust Zhu Minglang’s clothes.
Zhu Minglang suddenly woke with a start.
He gasped for air in great gulps. In the distance, on a withered tree, a white marsh crow cawed with a sharp sound that seemed to mock, shattering the last remnants of any allure the woman had held.
Curse this crow!
With a glare from Zhu Minglang, the crow, frightened out of its wits, plummeted into the marsh below.
He shook his head in exasperation.
What a mess of a dream!
Zhu Minglang was momentarily unable to discern if this was a dream or a dream message sent by the woman in the black phoenix robes.
In any case, it was all too strange—any mention of a Union God…
It must be a Demon Heart!
The God of Fuchen is the Sky Patrol God, and while it’s true that one could conceivably turn those servants into a harem if one were so inclined, Zhu Minglang would never fall for Xie Cang’s tricks, nor would he succumb to such selfish, greedy Demon Heart!
