Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1234 - Chapter 1234: Chapter 1238: Release the Dragon Child

Chapter 1234: Chapter 1238: Release the Dragon Child

The endless greenery burgeoned all around, and even during the daylight, the boundless azure sky was streaked with many brilliant shooting stars, passing by like colorful, soft, and vibrant threads of silk.

In a picturesque meadow, a young boy sat on a low grassy hill, supporting his chin with his hands, gazing at the splendid scene in the sky, his eyes filled with anticipation.

“One day, I too will become a God of the Day,” the boy murmured to himself.

“You can’t even herd cattle properly,” a girl approached, speaking with a laugh in her voice.

“Hmph, I’m not meant to herd cattle; I’m to be a Dragon Trainer. I will raise my Dragon to be the most glorious sun in the sky, bringing life and Spiritual Energy to the billions on the Star Continent!”

“Everyone wants to be a God of the Day, but who will be left to do the herding and the nurturing? We still need milk and food,” the girl said.

“You are a girl!” the boy retorted.

“Actually, herding the sun sounds pretty simple. Isn’t it the same as herding cattle or sheep? Take it out to graze during the day and lock it up in a pen at night; let the sun rise during the day and make it close its eyes to sleep at night…” the girl naively said.

“Are you really naive or just pretending? It’s because the sun rises that it’s called daytime, and because it sets, it’s night. To keep order in the world and ensure all beings have spirit, you must make sure the sun rises on time every day, let it set on time every evening, without a single mistake, not in a year, ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years, right??” the boy said.

“Listening to you, it does seem challenging. Maybe I’ll stick to herding cattle and sheep, and when I grow up, I’ll raise Agriculture Dragons to bless our tribe, to reclaim wasteland, till the soil, move earth…” the girl said cheerfully.

“Fool, with no ambition. Herding the sun is the ideal our tribe should aspire to.”

“I’m scared of making mistakes. If I erred in managing the sun, it could harm so many people,” the girl said.

Upon hearing this, the boy fell into deep thought.

“Ah!!” Suddenly, the girl beside him exclaimed, pointing towards a snowy white patch in the direction of the forest.

“Don’t startle like that!” the boy said irritably.

“Look quickly, it’s melting over there!” the girl pointed to the pure white forest.

“How is that possible? Ever since we were born, that place has always been entwined in ice threads. Are you seeing things?” the boy said.

“See for yourself!”

Verdant and lush, the tribe boasted a meadow as picturesque as any painting, with sacred snow-capped mountains and skies as clear as gemstone blue, all so tranquil. The only exception was a peculiar white stretch between the meadow and the forest, as if a painter had carelessly added an extra streak of white paint, yet it made the entire painting even more mysteriously unique.

Ever since these siblings were old enough to understand, not far from their tribe lay this unusual white area, locally referred to as the White Cocoon, for it resembled a giant white worm’s cocoon.

When they were younger, they often played there, its white silky filaments soft to the touch, offering a cool respite during the scorching summer days. Over the years, it had become a symbol of the tribe, with nobody questioning its origins or makeup. Each year during the festival, elders would worship there, treating the White Cocoon as an ethereal deity…

The white cocoon, it was believed, would remain unchanged for thousands or millions of years, but today it melted, and with it, the immutable sacred snow mountain also thawed, the pristine snowmelt babbling down the White Rock Mountain, turning into countless graceful white waterfalls and silvery streams.

The tribe’s people also saw, halting their work and rushing to the meadow.

Someone took the lead and called it a divine sign, and then everyone began to kneel and chant ancient words of praise.

The young boy and girl stood in the front, staring blankly at the melting white forest. This cocoon, as large as a forest, its melting left the siblings profoundly shocked. They also developed an intense curiosity, wanting to know what lay inside the White God Cocoon–could it possibly be a primordial Dragon?

After all, some speculated it was an incredibly unique Dragon egg.

However, what the siblings saw was a boy about their age, with black hair and skin white as jade, pure as if he had descended from the Snow God Mountain, a purity and sanctity undiminished even without any clothing.

“Emperor’s Son!”

“Emperor’s Son!”

Another tribesperson cried out, and then everyone began to shout the title of Emperor’s Son.

An elderly woman devoutly approached the Emperor’s Son, draping a fleece robe she had woven by hand over his shoulders, then reverently retreated.

“Where is this?” The youth known as the Emperor’s Son inquired.

“Jun Tian…” the old woman replied.

“Which Divine Land?”

“Jiaoxiu Li Province.”

“North Dipper God State?” The Emperor’s Son asked.

“There is no North Dipper God State…” the old woman said vaguely.

“There is, definitely, I have heard Mr. Guanxing mention it, a strange light in the north, named North Dipper, falling into The Wild Fields of Xuan Tian…” the young man said with great excitement at this time.

“Child, are you sure? Don’t you dare deceive the Emperor’s Son,” the old woman said sternly.

“I never lie, it’s even recorded in teacher’s Book of Heaven!” The young man said with absolute certainty.

“How many years ago did this take place?” The Emperor’s Son asked eagerly.

“I don’t know, a very, very long time ago.”

“How long?”

“I wasn’t born yet, perhaps neither was my father…” the young man said.

“Over a thousand years?”

“Not that ancient…”

The young man knew little; he had merely eavesdropped on a bit of history from his teacher.

“Emperor’s Son, have the gods sent you any divine signs?” The old woman asked cautiously.

“I’m not any Emperor’s Son, my name is… my name is…” the man thought for a moment, unable to immediately recall his own name, then looked up into the clear sky and after pondering briefly, said, “My name is Zhu Minglang, yes, that’s the name.”

“You’re just an ordinary person?” the old woman asked again.

“Yes, a very ordinary person.”

“You don’t have the power to move heaven and earth, control the wind and the rain, and chase the moon and the sun?”

“No.” Zhu Minglang replied.

“Then what can you do?” the old woman asked seriously.

“The same as them.” Zhu Minglang pointed at the boys and girls herding cows and sheep, then continued, “I am a Dragon Trainer too…”

“Then… where is your dragon?” the boy asked.

Zhu Minglang scratched his head, looked around, and said with a wry smile, “It seems they woke up before I did.”

“Hahaha, you lost your own dragons!” The boy burst out laughing.

Zhu Minglang was stunned for a moment, then he too laughed.

“You could start by learning from herding cows and sheep. As long as you don’t lose a single cow or sheep for an entire year, you’ll be a qualified herdsman, and as you grow older, you can slowly learn how to be a Dragon Trainer.” The girl earnestly suggested to this person who seemed even clumsier than herself.