Dragon Tamer-Chapter 788 - 792: Repelling the Heavenly Thunder

Chapter 788 -792: Repelling the Heavenly Thunder

According to Mr. Jinli’s wishes, Zhu Minglang must fill his Spirit Contract within six months.

Moreover, he must obtain a Purple Dragon, so that another resonating spirit chain can be opened.

Zhu Minglang felt the burden of the task, but when he thought about how he had obliterated Hua Chou with the number of dragons at the Dragon Gate, Zhu Minglang still felt it was necessary to work toward this goal.

The Dragon-binding Divine Silkworm Silk indeed was a good thing, Zhu Minglang already had little left on him, and considering the relatively low proportion of Dragon Shepherds in the cities in the future, it would be difficult for Zhu Minglang to purchase such items. Thus, Zhu Minglang planned to go find that woman from the Crane Frost Sect again and buy some more from her.

…

First, he went to the Bidding Grand Hall, but Zhu Minglang did not see the female Sect Master, so he had to inquire about the location of the Crane Frost Sect, planning to pay a visit.

The Crane Frost Sect wasn’t too far from that isolated manor initially, and it took Zhu Minglang only half a day to fly there.

The Crane Frost Sect was on a huge Red Mulberry Mountain, which was planted with red mulberry leaves, their color vivid, as if it were a hundred-mile forest of autumn maple leaves…

The God silkworms were their treasure, delicately raised in one breathable wooden box after another. As a man who had also made a living by raising silkworms, Zhu Minglang felt a strange kinship with the Crane Frost Sect.

“So silkworms can be raised like this!” Zhu Minglang couldn’t help exclaiming, suddenly feeling the urge to stay here for a few days to learn how to breed God silkworms for wealth.

However, once Zhu Minglang reached the Mount Sect Tower, he saw many corpses, and the entire Mount Sect Tower was a complete mess, as if it had been thoroughly ransacked.

Zhu Minglang continued to walk towards the back of the tower and saw more bodies along the roads leading to different pavilions. They should be the guards and servants of the Crane Frost Sect, thrown in pools of blood like dead dogs.

Zhu Minglang was secretly astonished, how had the Crane Frost Sect fallen into such a state in just over a month?

Had they been annihilated?

After a circuit, Zhu Minglang finally found an old woman near a pond.

The old woman was silently cleaning up the corpses of the sect, laboriously moving them one by one onto a wooden cart, pulled by an old ox.

“Granny, what happened to the sect?” Zhu Minglang approached and asked.

“Who are you?” The old woman’s eyes lacked any sparkle, perhaps she was already indifferent to life and death and did not care about Zhu Minglang’s intentions for coming here.

“I am a friend of your Sect Master, who has come from afar,” Zhu Minglang casually made up a reason, but his heart was secretly pondering—could it be that his killing of the Hongtian Peak members had been exposed, leading to the Crane Frost Sect’s disaster?

But in reality, Zhu Minglang had handled the matter quite accurately.

The three scum from Hongtian Peak were killed by a crazed demon. Even if the people of Hongtian Peak investigated, they could only conclude that the “crazed demon broke free and killed the keepers.” It would be impossible to trace it back to the Crane Frost Sect.

The female Sect Master wasn’t brainless; how could she do something so impulsive that would drag the entire sect down?

“Since you are a friend, how could you not know what fate awaits us?” the old woman said.

“We’ve only recently met, please enlighten me, granny,” Zhu Minglang urged.

After all, this was related to the cultivation of good karma and consequences, and Zhu Minglang was also involved. If it ended in a bad way, it would be tantamount to damaging Zhu Minglang’s moral virtue.

Zhu Minglang could choose not to be a saint, but harming his moral virtue would affect his fortune, so he would clean up if he possibly could.

“Well, we are not going to live for more than a few days anyway, so there’s no harm in telling you. Our Crane Frost Sect was established with only one purpose—revenge!” the old woman’s tone changed.

“Revenge? Isn’t it to properly raise the God silkworms?” Zhu Minglang was stunned.

This Crane Frost Sect, just a small sect cultivating God silkworm silk, had the whole Mount Sect covered in red mulberries, and those God silkworms were carefully cherished—a clear sign of their dedicated and professional attitude.

“We come from Bai Sang Country, although just a small nation. We were self-sufficient, never stirred up conflicts, nor did we ever do anything evil. However, due to a frost calamity one year, our silkworm cocoons and silk production fell short, and we couldn’t afford the tribute to the Flaunting God Peak. That year, the Flaunting God himself was present at the peak. Some thought we deliberately used a minor quantity of inferior silk to show our dissatisfaction with the Flaunting God, and thus our little Bai Sang Country was trampled flat. Our people were either sacrificed to those who practice slaughter in their cultivation or were sold as slaves to the remotest corners of the world…” The old woman continued as she tended to the corpses on the ground.

Zhu Minglang slowly followed her, helping to move the bodies along the way to the wooden ox cart.

“He was a good kid, though of humble birth, hardworking and eager to learn. Surely he could have made God silkworm silk, if not for…” The old woman placed the body of a young man on the wooden ox cart and spoke sorrowfully, “Oh, I was just saying how our Bai Sang Country was obliterated under the charge of disrespecting the deities…”

“Later, Princess Nie gathered those who were sold everywhere, and established the Crane Frost Sect here. With the art of sericulture, we gradually developed our sect. Many times she asked me whether we should let go of the grudge and allow those still alive to live peacefully. But Hongtian Peak’s repeated malicious actions evoked too many painful memories in her, as well as the grievance in all of us. Finally, we chose revenge, to vent our years of suppressed anger on Hongtian Peak!”

“We killed their Chang Tianzi, a man with boundless prospects who might have become a deity!!”

“How crazed we were, as an obscure small nation, a surviving minor sect, to have killed the divinity-endorsed disciple of the Flaunting God, his beloved student!”

“We brought this on ourselves and were prepared for annihilation, but we wanted those high and mighty deities, those Lower God Organizations who lord over others to know—our Bai Sang Country, our Crane Frost Sect, they are not insignificant. We can deliver a stinging slap to the gods, to make them clearly aware of our existence!!”

The old woman became more and more agitated as she spoke, her words growing increasingly frantic. Yet amid that frenzy, Zhu Minglang saw nothing but endless sorrow, pain, and unwillingness!

Just to deliver a resounding slap to the gods, such a cruel price had been paid.

Even if the Flaunting God’s heart was as cold as ice, the death of a beloved disciple might not cause his cheek to burn with pain…

Zhu Minglang couldn’t say whether it was worth it or not, but the people of the Crane Frost Sect in Bai Sang Country truly had backbone.

They had established a Sect within the territory of Hongtian Peak and then waited patiently, searching for a chance at revenge.

That being said, the female Sect Master must have been a regular on the hit list, and killing the mad demon was just one of her goals.

“Are they all dead, including your Sect Master Nie?” Zhu Minglang inquired.

“Alive, but living is worse than dying. Those people are enraged; they wish they could whip our people hundreds of days non-stop. Young man, if you are a friend of the Sect Master, then think of a way to let her die. Each additional day she lives is a day of more suffering. As long as she can die, it would be like she is laughing as she meets her clan under the springs. She’s been waiting for this day for a long time. I just worry about the pain she will have to endure before then…” the old woman said.

“This request is not difficult,” Zhu Minglang stated.

“That’s good, that’s good. Then you truly are her friend,” the old woman responded.

“Have the gods of Tianshu always been like this?” Zhu Minglang suddenly asked.

“Young man, why even ask such a question? How many gods in Tianshu truly care for their people? Hua Chou’s nature is just like the nature of the other gods!” The old lady suddenly laughed.

Mortals discussing gods is a great taboo.

But the old lady had seen through life and death and rarely had a chance to speak about the gods, so she had no such concerns.

“Maybe the gods have little interest in us, including our lives and deaths, but those God’s Descendants who revel in the gods’ names find all manner of ways to torment us. They call us mortals, outcasts, demanding we labor without end. Even if we work ourselves to the bone for them our whole lives, they’re still not satisfied. They even blame us for natural disasters. Every dawn and every dusk, we worship the gods, yet they still say we hold grudges against them… We truly didn’t before, but once they insisted, the resentment fully formed. To speak frankly, Old Heavenly Father must be blind; since gods have been appointed, why not appoint a god to monitor those gods? Flaunting ones like Flaunting God who indulge their God’s Descendants to wreak havoc on the world, they deserve death!” the old woman exclaimed.

The last “they deserve death,” the old woman uttered with great emphasis, clearly from the depths of her heart.

And just then, a muffled peal of thunder suddenly sounded from the clear sky, followed by frightening flashes of lightning out of nowhere from the other side of the mountain, targeting the old woman who had cursed the gods!

Zhu Minglang’s eyes widened.

Was this divine punishment descending?

Zhu Minglang stepped forward boldly, standing before the old woman who had sworn at the heavens. At the same time, God’s Light shone from him, enveloping his entire body in a golden splendor as brilliant as if cast in gold.

“Begone!”

Zhu Minglang angrily rebuked the thunder.

The lightning, upon seeing the brilliant light shining from Zhu Minglang, turned its course like frightened birds, dissipating into arcs fleeing wildly into the forest.

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Rebuking heavenly punishment with a shout?

The old woman’s face was filled with shock and disbelief!!

At that moment, she realized the young man before her was far from ordinary, and she knelt down with a “thud!”

Then she kowtowed to Zhu Minglang three times with nine bows, continuously shouting:

“Superior Immortal, Superior Immortal, Superior Immortal! This humble one was blind and did not recognize Your inspection of the Lower Realm, I never meant to offend the heavens!”

Blood had started trickling from the old woman’s forehead.

Zhu Minglang quickly helped her up.

Not struck dead by lightning, was she about to die from knocking against the ground tiles!

“This matter should be within my jurisdiction. My good lady, just continue speaking to me leisurely as you were before…” Zhu Minglang spoke.

God of Sky Inspection!

Even Zhu Minglang himself wasn’t clear if there truly was such a divine intention in his mind.

But his instinct told him that he was absolutely in charge of this matter!