Dragon Tamer-Chapter 888 - 892 Seven Immortal Flood Dragons
Chapter 888: Chapter 892: Seven Immortal Flood Dragons
Chapter 888 -892: Seven Immortal Flood Dragons
“Deadly Crow, are you playing me? Since you knew all this, why didn’t you say so earlier and waste my time collecting this blue-green bronze?” Zhu Minglang said angrily.
“Superior Immortal, I have a way to lead it away, but it requires you to take a bit of a risk. The benefits inside are huge!” the Crow Immortal said.
Zhu Minglang fell into deep thought.
“I think this damn crow is setting you up. My guess is it used to lure others to their deaths with such schemes, starting off by dangling a small benefit, then leading them bit by bit towards the lair of the Marsh Dragon God, White Dragon. Who knows, in the end, it might even split the loot with that Marsh Dragon God down the middle!” Mr. Jinli expressed suspicion towards the Crow Immortal.
Zhu Minglang was indeed thinking the same thing.
The crow’s words could not be fully trusted for now.
After all, even Servant God Contracts have certain loopholes. Like going treasure hunting and accidentally being killed by the guarding Dragon Emperor, it couldn’t be counted as intentional harm from the crow.
“I’ll hold on to this bronze key for now. It won’t be too late to take the treasure inside once my cultivation base has advanced,” Zhu Minglang said.
Rushing headlong into a conflict with a Marsh Dragon that might be at the Peak God-lord Level or even possibly the Divine Monarch Level felt nearly indistinguishable from suicide. When facing absolute power, every trick and strategy must be executed with extreme caution; a single misstep could lead to an unmarked grave.
Zhu Minglang still retained his sanity.
There was no need to provoke that Marsh Dragon God before reaching the God-lord Level in his own cultivation.
As for whether the crow was deliberately using the Marsh Dragon God to break free from its Servant God Contract, Zhu Minglang couldn’t be bothered to investigate further. As long as he wasn’t fooled, it had to loyally serve him!
…
Zhu Minglang continued to wander in the White Marsh Realm, with his God Dye Affinity constantly influencing the unique small creatures around him.
As he passed through a seven-colored marsh, Zhu Minglang felt the rich Spirit Root within, as if the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been extracted by some immortal array and infused into his body.
“This is for you, thank you for bringing me here,” Zhu Minglang took out a piece of delicious dried meat and gave it to a marsh deer.
The marsh deer had been following Zhu Minglang for a while, influenced by his God Dye Affinity. Unfortunately, it was neither a dragon nor a Juvenile Spirit but simply a very pure and kind marsh deer Holy Spirit.
“Little Glowing, come out and enjoy this feast!” Zhu Minglang said to the Spirit Glowing Dragon.
The Spirit Glowing Dragon hopped out. It flew above the seven-colored marsh, its fluffy blue fur standing on end, radiating light that spread outward, creating a swirling vortex of spiritual energy around itself.
The spiritual energy hidden in the marsh began to flow. The Spirit Glowing Dragon was like digging an endless well in the air, with spiritual energy pouring into the vortex like a river.
The spiritual energy was truly vast, and the Spirit Glowing Dragon absorbed it while sharing spiritual power through the contract with Zhu Minglang, granting it to the lower-cultivated Refining Ash Black Dragon, Azure Phoenix, Peach Demon Deer Dragon, Little Gold Dragon, Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon, and Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.
The Peach Demon Deer Dragon and Little Gold Dragon benefited the most, having already reached the Dragon King Level, and completely bypassed the Ascending Tribulation due to their higher destiny.
The cultivation of the Azure Phoenix had also risen rapidly, already reaching the High-ranked Divine Dragon Child.
The effect of the “Three Hundred Thousand Year Yanshan Holy Dew” has begun to explode recently, giving the Azure Phoenix a chance to challenge becoming a Divine Dragon General soon.
The Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon’s cultivation had reached the Peak Divine Dragon Child Level. Nan Yuso raised it well; among the Dragon’s Twelve Items, each was cultivated to a high level, ensuring the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon had no significant weaknesses.
Zhu Minglang had witnessed the might of the Lei Dragon at the Dragon Gate. Recently, as he traversed the White Marsh, he had been looking for items left by Heavenly Tribulations to further strengthen the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon’s lightning abilities, but so far, whatever he found was of too low a level to be of much use to it at its current cultivation.
After raiding for Spirit Root, Zhu Minglang continued deeper into the seven-colored marsh.
About three days into the journey, Zhu Minglang found that the seven-colored marsh had actually evolved from the five-colored marsh.
The Spirit Root within the seven-colored marsh was even more abundant and stronger; if one could withstand the bombardment of heavenly lightning, just cultivating here for a year and a half could raise one’s realm significantly.
Luckily, with the special existence of the Spirit Glowing Dragon, Zhu Minglang didn’t need to follow the path of some Loose Immortals who, upon finding a blessed Spiritual Land, would build a cave abode and seclude themselves for years on end for cultivation…
However, the spiritual energy in the seven-colored marsh was peculiar. No matter how hard the Spirit Glowing Dragon tried, the spiritual energy refused to flow towards it. Even more, when the Spirit Glowing Dragon forcibly plundered the energy, it scattered and fled even further away.
Zhu Minglang tried Gathering Spirit himself, and with his divine-level consciousness, collecting spiritual energy shouldn’t have been too difficult.
To his surprise, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth completely ignored Zhu Minglang. It was like a wild and untamed horse on the prairie, unlike the domesticated livestock familiar to humans.
This was Zhu Minglang’s first encounter with such spirited spiritual energy.
“This seven-colored marsh is strange indeed,” Zhu Minglang remarked.
“Never been here, never been here, to this place, I never enter, never enter!” the Crow Immortal exclaimed.
“Anyway, this place is somewhat different from the withered bogs and dead swamps we’ve seen before. It’s more like divine soil from the White Marsh, or possibly a sanctuary left by a deity akin to the Nuwa Dragon from ancient times,” Mr. Jinli suggested.
“Yes, back in the five-colored marsh, it felt inviting and gentle, as if we were welcomed guests at someone’s home, free to stay as long as we wished. But upon arriving in the seven-colored marsh, it’s as if we’ve found ourselves in the private and solemn bedroom of the host, where everything is off-limits, including wandering around,” Zhu Minglang shared his feelings.
“Such divine soil is usually only accessible to those of the benevolent and saintly path. It’s normal for the Deadly Crow to have never been here,” Mr. Jinli added.
“Speaking of which, these gravels resemble those found in the colorful pools of the Xuan Ge God’s resting palace. No wonder her palace emits such a unique sanctity and Spiritual Rhyme,” Zhu Minglang mentioned.
Zhu Minglang was not very willing to leave.
In the colorful marsh, Zhu Minglang had obtained a large amount of Spirit Root, allowing all his dragons at the Divine Dragon Child Level to advance a rank.
And this seven-colored marsh apparently contained even more vigorous Spirit Root, capable of enhancing the cultivation of Bai Qi, Yama Dragon, Nuwa Dragon, and Sword Spirit Dragon.
New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on ƒгeewebnovёl.com.
Hadn’t Zhu Minglang come to the realm of the White Marsh just to find such a blessed land?
The divine soil stretched as far as the eye could see. Zhu Minglang walked within it, and it took him a whole day before he finally saw a seven-colored Jiao.
This seven-colored Jiao was covered with colorful sand scales, slender and graceful like the Lei Dragon, and its tail consisted of colorful threads, just like the silks of a lady’s dress.
The seven-colored Jiao gauged Zhu Minglang from afar.
Zhu Minglang also observed it closely.
“This is a Seven Immortal Jiao, the most sacred and noble existence of our White Marsh. In my many years of watching over the White Marsh, I have only occasionally glimpsed its noble silhouette,” the Crow Immortal said with a hint of respect, and a bit of infatuation could be heard in his voice.
“Is it the master of this seven-colored divine soil?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“No, no, there is a goddess, probably the Seven Immortal Jiao’s mother. We in the White Marsh call her the Seven Immortal Mother, a dragon, an Immortal Dragon.” Upon mentioning the Seven-colored Marsh Goddess, the Crow Immortal showed a bit of reverence and fear.
“On the same level as that Marsh Dragon God?” Zhu Minglang said.
“Higher. The Immortal Dragon Mother is a Divine Monarch,” the crow stated.
“Didn’t you just say you’ve never been here and know nothing about this place?” Zhu Minglang suddenly questioned.
The Crow Immortal was startled, hastily mimicked Mr. Jinli’s expression of intermittent amnesia, lost and wondering who I am, where I am…
A Seven Immortal Dragon?
And it’s even a Divine Monarch Level existence.
Zhu Minglang realized that rashly trespassing on someone else’s territory could easily lead to serious trouble.
Fortunately, he too was a person of good cultivation, and his integrity might just earn a sliver of good will.
“They won’t welcome any outsiders,” the crow spoke again.
But Zhu Minglang walked towards the seven-colored Jiao anyway.
“I admit, I lied. Don’t get close to it. If the Seven Immortal Mother notices you wanting to capture it, you will be blasted to the point where your soul flies away and scatters!” The crow started to panic.
Zhu Minglang ignored the crow.
Seeing Zhu Minglang still approaching the Seven Immortal Jiao, the crow was so frightened that it flew far away, as if ready to save its own life.
Do not offend, the land of the divine soil must not be offended!
It wasn’t that it wanted to harm this deity. He brought this upon himself!
“Mew~~~~”
The Seven Immortal Jiao let out a sound similar to a kitten’s meow, pleasing and melodious to hear.
Zhu Minglang extended his hand and placed it in front of the Seven Immortal Jiao. The Jiao didn’t recoil at the sight of a stranger, instead, it proactively brought its smooth snout forward and gently rubbed against Zhu Minglang’s palm.
“So you live here,” Zhu Minglang laughed, caressing the Seven Immortal Jiao tenderly like he would his own young dragon.
The Seven Immortal Jiao seemed overjoyed, its colorful thread-like tail opened up in a stunning display. It flew circles around Zhu Minglang, continuously making those kitten-like purring sounds.
In the distance, the White Marsh Crow was dumbfounded.
Could this man truly be a Golden Immortal from a Lower Realm Inspection, emanating an innate holy and saintly aura, causing the Seven Immortal Jiao to feel so close and affectionate with just one glance?
…
Zhu Minglang recognized this Seven Immortal Jiao.
Back during the time at the Dragon Gate when the heavens and earth closed, celestial dome shattered, and the ground broke apart, countless creatures from the Dragon Gate were annihilated. Zhu Minglang was among the few whose cultivation reached the God-lord Level in the Dragon Gate. He avoided that heavenly calamity, and at the same time, tried to do his small part.
During the collapse of the Dragon Gate, he rescued some exotic beasts and rare creatures.
Among them was this Seven Immortal Jiao.
Zhu Minglang did not expect to encounter this Seven Immortal Jiao within the White Marsh, nor did he know if it was fate’s deliberate arrangement.
