Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1314: 1318: Burying Love

Chapter 1314: Chapter 1318: Burying Love

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Zhu Minglang seldom spars with other inner sect disciples, but among themselves, they are quite keen on competing with each other.

Therefore, even without the annual competition, most inner sect disciples are already aware of the strengths of the majority, and have even drafted a ranking list of strengths, complete with corresponding titles.

For example, those with first-tier strength are referred to by inner sect disciples as Heavenly Beings.

Those slightly less powerful than Heavenly Beings are called Earth Beings.

Following the Earth Beings are the Hundred Hero Disciples.

One day, Little Fatty Chen Yihui came with a long ranking list, excitedly telling Zhu Minglang who was strong, and discussing with him about those who possessed rare Divine Dragons.

Zhu Minglang didn’t spar with those powerful inner sect members; instead, he learnt quite a bit from Chen Yihui.

Also present and drinking were several other fellow disciples. Chen Yihui liked making friends and enjoyed bustling gatherings.

“Junior Brother, Junior Brother, I have great news!” At this moment, Deacon Song Hao strode over, seeing Zhu Minglang and Chen Yihui drinking on the bustling second floor of the tea house.

He climbed up the stairs with a smile plastered across his face.

“Deacon,” the other inner sect disciples immediately stood up to salute, and Chen Yihui promptly asked the staff to bring more wine and food.

“Senior Brother, care to join us for a few drinks?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Indeed, indeed, do you know what your master is rewarding you with??” Song Hao said.

“What?” Chen Yihui was even more curious than Zhu Minglang.

“He plans to directly accept you as his direct disciple; you only need to go through a formality at the annual competition,” Song Hao said.

“Wow, such great fortune, Zhu Lang, you must treat us all! Becoming the direct disciple of the Town Mountain Immortal Chief, we, your fellow disciples, will all rely on you in the future!” Fellow disciple Huang Xi said.

The other two upon hearing the news also looked at Zhu Minglang with disbelief.

One of them even took out the ranking list they had just been looking at, thinking they missed “Zhu Lang’s” name earlier, who was the junior brother drinking with them right now.

A direct disciple!

And even pre-determined!

Even though being an inner sect disciple in the Southern Heavenly Palace already carries quite a prestigious status within Jun Tian, the competition among inner sect disciples is extremely fierce. Let’s not even mention the strength ranking of Heavenly Being and Earth Being tiers; even among the Hundred Hero Disciples, there are many of Divine Monarch Level!

To become a direct disciple means touching the threshold of the Moon Radiance God, with a significant chance of becoming a Moon Radiance God. Even if one can’t eventually make a breakthrough, one would still be a force to be reckoned with below the Moon God Realm.

How did this young disciple, who often drinks and gossips with them and whom they considered to be on the lower end of strength among the inner sect, become a pre-determined direct disciple??

How did he do it???

The illegitimate son of the Sky Emperor??

“Senior Brother, I appreciate the kindness of Town Mountain Immortal, but I already have a preferred mentor choice, so I will still participate in the annual competition and strive for a higher ranking,” Zhu Minglang spoke up to Song Hao.

“Ah, no need to thank me, we’re all from the same hometown… eh, what did you just say???” Song Hao took a sip of wine, intending to savor it in his mouth, but suddenly swallowed it down.

His throat was burning, but Song Hao did not mind it and instead stared at Zhu Minglang with wide eyes.

“I said, please thank Town Mountain Immortal for his appreciation, I might choose a suitable Immortal Elder for myself,” Zhu Minglang repeated.

Chen Yihui, Huang Xi, and two other fellow disciples’ mouths dropped open, the wine they had just been drinking spilling wildly from their lips!

What the heck is going on??

Th𝗶𝖘 ₡hɒp†єr 𝗂ѕ pℴ𝕤ƚ℮𝙙 b𝗒 𝘒𝙞𝗍𝓮𝗇𝘰ⱴꬲ𝑙

Refused an offer to become a direct disciple…???

Town Mountain Immortal is a very powerful Immortal, after all. Many have tried their best to take him as their master, flattering and fawning just to catch a glimpse of him, and yet this junior brother straightforwardly refused!!

“Zhu Lang, are you seriously ill or something?” Chen Yihui finally couldn’t help but blurt out.

The others immediately nodded in agreement, believing that only someone with a serious illness would do something so unthinkable.

“Junior Brother, you have to think this through, you know. My master, Town Mountain Immortal, rarely opens his doors to accept disciples. It’s rare for you to have impressed him so much lately that he’s willing to take you in as a direct disciple outside of the norm. Please don’t play hard to get… Hurry up and join our sect.” Song Hao couldn’t understand Zhu Minglang’s actions.

“I’ve thought it through, Senior Brother. I plan to become a disciple of Weaver Star Fairy. I know the competition is fierce, but I still want to try,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Who doesn’t want to become a disciple under Weaver Star Fairy? The question is, would someone of her stature even give us a second glance?”

“Junior Brother Zhu Lang, don’t entertain unrealistic dreams. Town Mountain Immortal is truly remarkable. Please don’t squander this guaranteed opportunity.”

“Everyone, I know you all have my best interests at heart, but I’ve made my decision, and it also involves a sincere devotion to Weaver Star…” Zhu Minglang put forward his faith as the reason.

Once faith is brought into the conversation, no one knows what else to say.

After all, even if one can’t become a direct disciple, being a sincere devotee is still admiring.

“So infatuated, so infatuated. When I was your age, like you I briefly saw her brilliance at the celebration, and instantly felt that Weaver Star was an unparalleled beauty, the only one I could ever marry. Now I know better. The story of the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd is only a folk tale. The real Weaver Star Fairy is so noble, the daughter of the Sky Emperor, a symbol of holiness, love, and beauty. And we really are just mortals. No matter how we cultivate, we can never stand on the same level as her…” Song Hao let out a long sigh and didn’t know what else to say, only expressing his own past thoughts.

“In Jun Tian, there is no one who does not admire Weaver Star; even the Heavenly Gods and Golden Immortals respectfully call her Heavenly Zither Fairy. Although there is indeed a chance to become her direct disciple lying before us, it still feels unattainably remote!”

The moment they mentioned Weaver Star Fairy, they were immediately filled with sighs.

Most men are blindly confident; if a woman accidentally glances their way, they feel as though she has hopelessly fallen for them.

Thus, most men have impossibly high expectations for their partners, so high and unrealistic that they still believe they could win that love.

But when faced with someone so out of reach, with beauty and power far above their own class, it is then they emit such sighs, lacking even a shred of courage, feeling too inferior to even dare to connect, simply gazing from afar. Yet, after a few rounds of drinks, these are the type of women they discuss the most.

“Brother Zhu, I admire your courage; you are a true man!”

“For the sake of damned legendary love songs, discarding a great and stable pledge of devotion, Junior Brother Zhu is indeed a real man!”

“A toad should indeed have its dreams.”

“Come on, let’s drink to Junior Brother Zhu’s lofty goal and sincere love!!”

“To the drink!”

“The wind howls and the night is endless…”

Zhu Minglang somewhat confusedly clinked cups with this group of highly spirited senior brothers, feeling like he was being sent off by warriors.

But Zhu Minglang really couldn’t think of a better reason to explain his actions.

Alas, let it be then.

He was, after all, just sixteen or seventeen years old; in their eyes, it was the age to commit such follies. They were already toasting his send-off. What more was there to say?

Every young boy who grows into a man must experience such a burial of love once.