Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1287: 1291: Weaver Star

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1291: Weaver Star

Zhu Minglang smiled and summoned the Chongwang Dragon with a simple seal.

In the foggy shadow, the Blood Shadow Dragon was baring its fangs and grimacing, looking like it wanted to devour Zhu Minglang, the tender morsel. However, as soon as the Chongwang Dragon appeared, the Blood Shadow Dragon immediately shrank back, like a mongrel encountering a lone wolf!

The Blood Shadow Dragon whimpered a few times and took advantage of the lingering shadowy fog to slither back into the Spirit Realm of the Fan-holding Young Master.

The Fan-holding Young Master’s lips twitched slightly, and in the end, he helplessly bowed in surrender.

Farewell, farewell.

He brought out a Peak King Level Death Spirit Dragon right from the start. What else is there to compare with?

Is it interesting? Why would such a person even participate in the Outer Sect selection?

“Whoever that is…wins!”

“Zhu Lang.” Zhu Minglang offered a name he had just changed to.

“Weren’t you called Huangyu?”

“The person who registered made a mistake,” Zhu Minglang replied.

“Whatever, if there’s any trouble in the future, it’s on you,” said the registering disciple nonchalantly, jotting down a new name.

He took Zhu Minglang’s greeting card and gave him a new one, with the name changed to Zhu Lang.

…

After leaving the competition area, Zhu Minglang saw that adorable little fatty again.

The little fatty was about the same age as Zhu Minglang now, who waved at him.

“Your opponent also forfeited?” said the little fatty.

“Yeah, I called out for a long time and no one came up; they must have grown impatient,” Zhu Minglang responded.

“Congratulations to us then. There are still many rounds to go, let’s rest on the ground for a while.” The little fatty took some marinated snacks from his Qiankun Waistband and began to eat nonchalantly beside Zhu Minglang.

It was a big pig’s trotter, exuding a tantalizing aroma.

Zhu Minglang shook his head, indicating that he wasn’t used to eating food in such a crowded and noisy place. But if it were fine wines and juices, that would be another story.

The subsequent few rounds all went smoothly.

Every time Zhu Minglang summoned the Chongwang Dragon, there were no challengers who didn’t forfeit.

With his cultivation base evident and the high lineage of the Chongwang Spirit, there was absolutely no need to fight it out.

…

Having successfully entered the Outer Sect of the Southern Heavenly Palace, Zhu Minglang followed the deacons to a much larger fairy island, Bi Luo Island.

Bi Luo Island is one of the most bustling city islands of The City of Ten Thousand Miles, and it’s not only accessible to members of the Southern Heavenly Palace.

People always think that immortals prefer tranquility and distance from the mundane world, but in reality, as long as they still need to continue their cultivation and enjoy the convenience of higher status, immortals cannot do without the offerings and support of the secular world.

The Southern Heavenly Palace’s Bi Luo Island is a city within The City of Ten Thousand Miles where immortals and humans coexist, primarily because Dragon Shepherds cannot do without vast resources.

Th𝑖𝖘 𝗰hӑp†𝖾r 𝐢ʂ pⲟʂ𝙩ɛ𝒅 b𝓎 𝗞𝗶ţℯη𝕠𝖛ҽ𝗅

Accommodations arranged.

Food and clothing provided.

Organized, unified lessons.

Obligated to fulfill some duties of the Sect.

Assigned tasks of patrolling, capturing, hunting, and maintaining stability.

Outer Sect Disciples of the Southern Heavenly Palace enjoy relatively more freedom.

Zhu Minglang and the little fatty became roommates, with one courtyard and two rooms—an arrangement not inferior to a noble family’s guest reception courtyard, complete with a pond, a flower hill, and a small bamboo forest.

The little fatty complained.

He had originally wanted to live with a junior female disciple from the same sect.

However, his little junior sister chose a senior sister, so he had no choice but to team up with Zhu Minglang, whom he found relatively pleasing to the eye.

Zhu Minglang did not expect that there would come a day where he would be disliked.

Little Fatty must have a talent for socializing, he had already made friends with many people, and on the second night of joining, he even asked some fellow junior and senior sisters out, planning to visit the famous South Hill Ocean God City Island in Jun Tian Sky Capital together!

The island has beautiful scenery, a pleasant climate, and is indeed very suitable for living. Moreover, South Mountain Sea is located right in the center of Jun Tian Sky Capital, so it’s very convenient to go anywhere from there.

“You’re in charge of getting that senior sister out of the way, got it?” Little Fatty Chen Yihui said.

“But she might not be interested in me.” Zhu Minglang replied.

“You’re so handsome, if you can’t even charm an unattractive senior sister, how are you going to get by in Southern Heavenly Palace?” Little Fatty Chen Yihui said.

“Alright then.”

Zhu Minglang followed Little Fatty and met up with the said junior and senior sisters.

The junior and senior sisters were seventeen and eighteen, in the prime of their youth and beauty.

However, when Zhu Minglang saw the junior sister, who had the same physique as Little Fatty, and then glanced at the senior sister whom he referred to as unattractive, Zhu Minglang immediately felt that Little Fatty was a person worth getting to know better.

The unattractive senior sister had phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows, full lips that were brimming with charm, and yet her overall aura was one of innocence and gentle elegance.

“Is there any fun place we can go?” the plump junior sister asked.

“We could go out for fun, but I haven’t performed my morning ritual tonight…” said Qiao Caiqing, who was eighteen.

“Oh, then let Zhu Lang accompany you for the ritual, and shall we meet up again on Ten Streets later?” Chen Yihui suggested.

“Sure.”

Zhu Minglang found himself inexplicably enlisted for a morning ritual.

The morning ritual is an act of worship to one’s revered deities, done once a month, especially when in a strange place.

Some deities have their own temples in different places.

In Southern Heavenly Palace, one can practice faith in their own Immortal Sect, and disciples can worship any deities.

Zhu Minglang accompanied Qiao Caiqing on her search for the temple of the deity she worshipped on Bi Luo Island.

Judging by the temple Qiao Caiqing was seeking, it was likely one dedicated to an Earth Temple deity.

Finally, in the bustling area with the heaviest foot traffic, they came upon a place known as Ji Temple, where incense burned endlessly even late into the night.

“Will you wait for me outside?” Qiao Caiqing asked.

“I’ll go in with you to look around; it’s okay, my god won’t be offended by the Earth Temple deity here,” Zhu Minglang responded.

The two entered Ji Temple, which housed five portraits and one jade statue.

The divine image resembled Young Guanyin and the Heavenly Fairy but also bore a touch of exotic sanctity and uniqueness.

Even a glance at the jade statue conveyed the beauty of a breathtaking goddess; her acts centered on providing succor and salvation to the world, reaching out and guiding all spirits. Clearly, she was a goddess dedicated to virtuous deeds.

In Jun Tian, it’s often said that the deity one worships reflects their true nature.

It seems that Qiao Caiqing is also a cultivator walking the path of goodness.

“Do not gaze for too long, it’s disrespectful to the goddess,” Qiao Caiqing whispered a gentle reminder upon noticing Zhu Minglang’s prolonged stare at the jade statue.

Zhu Minglang then averted his gaze.

Yet, for some reason, he felt an extremely familiar sensation regarding the jade statue…

After Qiao Caiqing completed her monthly ritual, they left the temple, teeming with worshippers. Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but inquire curiously about the deeds of the goddess.

“Do you not know of Our God?” Qiao Caiqing asked with some surprise.

“I… I just came down from the mountains, there are many things I don’t understand well,” Zhu Minglang explained.

“Our God is from the Weaver Star.”