Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1046 - Chapter 1046 Chapter 1050 Immortal Peddler

Chapter 1046: Chapter 1050 Immortal Peddler Chapter 1046: Chapter 1050 Immortal Peddler Zhu Minglang pretended he neither heard nor saw, maintaining even breathing as he gathered Spiritual Energy from the environment, nourishing his dragons…

Lan Zun Jiangque was painfully repressing herself.

Shame, anger, and much unwillingness–these days, she had always felt slap after burning slap in her dreams, awakening each time as if reliving it all over again.

Lan Zun was in a stagnant period of her cultivation; Heart Demons were breeding in her Divine Soul, and the experience of the night and the Wasted Moon had driven her completely into demonic madness, rendering her unable to cultivate any further.

Jiang Que was restless.

Zhu Minglang could feel her agitation.

Meng Bingci sat calmly, just speaking softly about the breathing technique, addressing Jiang Que, but also speaking to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang calmed his mind with Meng Bingci’s voice, and Jiang Que beside him was no different from a noisy sparrow to him, no distraction at all.

Unconsciously, the sky began to blur.

The arrival of dawn was always so ordinary.

But now, each dawn seemed hard-won, causing most people to heave a long sigh of relief.

As the sunlight poured down, Zhu Minglang opened his eyes, invigorated, serene and harmonious, and a Spirit Contract naturally formed!

Zhu Minglang’s lips curled into a smile.

Following his mother in cultivating the mind and character truly had its benefits–the natural growth of a Dragon Shepherd’s Spirit Contract was uncommon!

Standing up, Zhu Minglang only then noticed Lan Zun Jiangque still beside him.

Under the sun’s bath, the malice and demonism on her body had significantly reduced, and her slightly dull skin appeared somewhat lustrous.

The only pity was that no Sharp Sword had pierced through her throat, which would have made it even lovelier.

It seemed that Meng Bingci had subdued Lan Zun.

Zhu Minglang left the White Frost Palace, slid directly down a celestial vine, and descended into Yuheng Fairy City.

In the city, there was a piping hot breakfast, which Zhu Minglang enjoyed before finding an open space to start dragon training.

Pingbo Plain was a suitable place for Dragon Training. Big Black Tooth, Xiao Zijiao, and Xuan Sa were all meat-eaters, and the plain held many cows and sheep with very good meat, perfect for a hearty meal for them.

After a while of herding, Du Pan arrived.

He saw Zhu Minglang, first made a great bow, and then took out a treasure, whispering to Zhu Minglang, “Junior Master, this is something good.”

“I know, don’t worry about Lan Zun’s matter; she has been tamed,” said Zhu Minglang.

Last night, Lan Zun had fallen into madness, nearly unaided by anyone, yet it was Meng Bingci who took her into the house, taught her how to remain calm and composed, and how to extinguish the surging Heart Demons.

In terms of mind cultivation, Meng Bingci truly had unique methods, and it seemed that going forward, Lan Zun Jiangque wouldn’t oppose her anymore, and would show her much respect.

“That’s truly wonderful,” Du Pan said with a smile on his face, immediately expressing his loyalty, “From now on, our White Dragon Divine Sect will rely on you and First Master Meng!”

The sunshine was splendid, Zhu Minglang walked slowly on Pingbo Plain, feeling as if the night had been endlessly long and was now replaced by a long-missed radiance, bringing a particularly comfortable warmth.

Zhu Minglang found a dense camphor tree, settled down beneath it to take a nap, exactly right for a midday rest.

As soon as his eyes closed, he entered the Cloud Courtyard Dream Hall.

Indeed, sleeping in the daytime couldn’t lead to anything good.

Eventually, one could not escape the mission of the God of Sky Inspection. If you didn’t encounter an Evil God, then Old Heavenly Father would assign one to ensure you couldn’t slack off your duties.

Zhu Minglang wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and sat up straight.

Next to him were Changcheng and Changhong, and the other divine statues had also returned to their places, remembering that they had previously been shattered by the arrogant Crown Prince Star, but it seemed to have little effect on them.

“Who has violated the rules?” Zhu Minglang asked.

The Heavenly Execution had been triggered, it must be a significant malignancy in Yuheng Fairy City.

However, this time Zhu Minglang did not see the offender; in front of him, the space was empty, and not one of the three souls had been captured.

“Superior Immortal, this person has vast Divine Skills. We have been lying in wait for many days, yet have not managed to bring his Heavenly Soul, Earth Soul, or Human Soul. We have failed in our duties. However, considering that failing to execute this Evil God may lead to more innocents suffering and tragedies, we humbly request the Superior Immortal to personally capture his true form!” Changcheng spoke.

“Cough cough, the last arrival of the Crown Prince Star indeed impacted us, hurt our vital energy… Once the Superior Immortal achieves a higher Divine form, we will surely not let that thing escape!” Changhong said.

“Alright, any clues then? We can’t just have no name at all,” Zhu Minglang said.

Changcheng and Changhong were just speaking, and Zhu Minglang heard someone approaching his footstep.

Zhu Minglang maintained his Divine Sense alert while napping, and knowing someone was approaching, naturally, he could no longer continue his review and immediately woke up.

Opening his eyes, Zhu Minglang stretched lazily.

Looking around, Zhu Minglang saw a peddler approaching who seemed quite good-looking, carrying a heavy load of mountain goods in a large basket.

Such peddlers were common, usually carrying everyday items like cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and sometimes small nuts, dried fruits, or tea leaves. They typically approached passersby or pedestrians to inquire if there was anything needed, even if it was just selling a small bag of sweet soup, they would gladly run up to you.

Seeing this person approach, Zhu Minglang felt curious.

Logically, such basket-carrying peddlers were more common on the roads outside the city; what was they doing in such a desolate wilderness? Could it be a kite seller?

“Take a look, young master, is there anything you would like to buy? Just name it, and I have everything here!” the peddler asked with a broad smile.

“Everything?” Zhu Minglang raised his eyebrows, driven by a playful spirit; he decided to tease the peddler.

“Yes, everything,” the peddler replied confidently.

“My Dragon broke its wing in battle; do you have any good medicine that can help it grow back quickly?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Looking for medicine, let me check, it’s for the Dragon, right?” the peddler seriously started searching in his large basket.

Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but admire the peddler’s professionalism; anyone but a fool would know he was just joking.

“Here, take this, Yin Sea Divine Ginseng, no matter the injury, it can heal,” the peddler found the medicine and handed it to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang was taken aback.

He really pulled something out?

He’s tricking me, right?

“Are you sure this will work? My Dragon is not just any ordinary Dragon,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Give it a try and see. If it’s useless, you lose nothing. But if it works, you must pay the corresponding price,” the peddler said confidently.

Zhu Minglang was skeptical.

But say what you will, this Yin Sea Divine Ginseng he pulled out was no mere road-side black radish; Zhu Minglang could feel the Spiritual Energy within it.

This peddler, definitely not just a vendor of everyday groceries!

An Immortal Peddler?

One who specializes in selling treasures and secret medicines of Immortals?