Dragon Tamer
Chapter 959 - Chapter 959 Chapter 963 The Stranded Beloved Woman

Chapter 959: Chapter 963: The Stranded Beloved Woman Chapter 959: Chapter 963: The Stranded Beloved Woman At this moment, Little White had transformed into a delicate and petite form, its beautiful and endearing little dragon face intently watching the rhythmic waves as if it were afraid the shining Liuli star shells would be snatched away by the sea immortal birds. It focused intently, darting forward at the speed of lightning as soon as it spotted a glimmer, then skillfully gripped them in its mouth…

The Void Sea was untouchable, so Little White had to follow the ebbing and flowing tides, swiftly snatching the exposed star shells, all while racing against the sea immortal birds.

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

“Swoosh!”

On the sandy beach, Little White Dragon dashed back and forth, where only a blur of light could be seen flickering continuously, darting and gliding. Bai Qi vied in wits and bravery with the waves and the immortal birds, thoroughly enjoying the game.

“Ooo~”

Little White made a nasal sound in a provocative manner, as if telling the sea immortal birds, “If you can snatch a star shell from this White Dragon, I lose!”

Sea immortal birds stood in groups on tree branches, each with dull eyes wide open, some squawked in frustration while others stamped their claws helplessly, unable to outdo Bai Qi.

In Dragon Tail Mountain, there were no small creatures to be found, only celestial and divine spirits that lived not within Dragon Tail Mountain but in the ethereal Ancient Mountains surrounding it.

The Ancient Mountains, shrouded in the dense mist of nothingness, were separate from Dragon Tail Mountain by a strait and could barely be reached at low tide, similar to those outside Li Chuan Continent.

Of course, these Ancient Mountains, floating in the vast Star Sea, were of a completely different level from those outside Li Chuan Continent.

For the diet of the Refining Ash Black Dragon and the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon, Zhu Minglang planned to search in the Ancient Mountains.

Dragon Tail Mountain, small in size but complete in features, was like an intact Immortal Gate, ensuring life here was never dull.

Xuanmu also told Zhu Minglang that Dragon Tail Mountain actually had a cave dwelling that connected to the outside world, not just North Dipper Divine Land, but also the so-called Heavenly Dwellings of Hao Tian.

Xuanmu didn’t elaborate on the matters of the Heavenly Dwellings of Hao Tian, and Zhu Minglang, still preoccupied with the affairs of North Dipper Divine Land, naturally wouldn’t add to his worries.

…

As always, Zhu Minglang basked in the warm afternoon sun; Little White continued to tirelessly hop back and forth by the seashore, gathering its own food.

Beside him, several charming young girls with baskets were picking some moon algae rhizomes buried in the sand, to make soup.

They were radiant and beaming with smiles, and they too were filled with curiosity about Zhu Minglang. One lively girl with a ponytail and rosy cheeks boldly approached, blinking her vivacious eyes.

“Big brother, where are you from?” the ponytail girl asked.

“Divine Land, North Dipper Divine Land.” Zhu Minglang replied.

“Me too!” The ponytail girl’s eyes twinkled, and she promptly squatted, assuming a lazy pose and asked, “I’m from Tianji.”

“How did you end up here?” Zhu Minglang was curious and inquired about the girl’s background.

“Playing around, I tripped and fell into the Sea of Nothingness, and then I ended up here,” the ponytail girl explained.

“Do you want to go back?”

The ponytail girl shook her head: “I like it here, the sisters are just like my family, I don’t want to return. Back there, there’s endless knitting work and berry picking. After getting married, it’s still knitting and berry picking, all the way until I’m very old.”

“As long as you’re happy,” Zhu Minglang smiled.

The bell maidens here, if not being bullied by outsiders, indeed lead very comfortable lives, without worrying about demon attacks, without fear at the coming of night, free and at ease.

“I am diligently cultivating. Once I reach the Godly Realm, I can go and travel in the mundane world… But I still like it here, it’s like home,” the ponytail girl said.

It was evident that Xuanmu did not restrict the thoughts of these bell maidens.

Even if they wanted to leave, Xuanmu wouldn’t stop them.

However, Xuanmu wouldn’t allow those who wished to leave Dragon Tail Mountain while still coveting its immortality to conspire with outsiders and betray their faith.

“Whosh~~~~~~~~~~”

As they conversed, a strong wave surged forward, and the bell maidens hurried into the woods, lifting their skirts to run. Zhu Minglang’s seating spot was precisely at the edge of the wave’s reach.

However, when Zhu Minglang’s gaze fell upon the damp ground slowly revealed by the receding waves, his expression changed.

“Someone’s lying over there, aren’t they?” Zhu Minglang slowly stood up, looking closer.

The ponytail girl got to her feet, her face turning pale with fright, then shouted back to her sisters, “There’s someone, someone’s washed ashore!”

“Don’t panic, she must be a castaway,” suggested one of the more mature bell maidens.

“She looks dead.”

“There won’t be any dead people here, she’s alive.”

The bell maidens put down their baskets and only when the wave had subsided a bit did they hurriedly run to the damp area. They helped the woman, soaked by the waters of the Sea of Nothingness, to the shore.

Zhu Minglang went up to help and saw that the woman was pale as a ghost and barely breathed, barely distinguishable from a corpse.

“This is bad, the Plum Vessel’s mark given by the divine statue doesn’t seem firm enough to lock her soul; her soul is about to leave her body!” stated the elder bell maiden.

Zhu Minglang glanced at the woman’s arm and saw her Plum Vessel’s mark, so he immediately grabbed her arm.

“It’s alright, it might just be some dirty substance covering it, just need to wipe it clean,” Zhu Minglang said, wiping the woman’s arm.

In fact, the moment Zhu Minglang touched the shallow Servant God’s Seal on the woman’s arm, he imbued it with his Divine Sense, deepening the faith contract between himself and the lady…

After all, Zhu Minglang was the true God of Fuchen; the Servant God’s Seal he imparted was the most secure one; the idols were merely representatives.

The several ladies didn’t sense anything amiss, and upon seeing the stranded woman’s seal relighting, they finally let out a long sigh of relief.

“You can tell, she must have suffered greatly while she was alive,” the ponytailed young girl commented.

“Most of us did, but it gets better here, it will slowly improve.”

With these words, the stranded woman’s soul gradually returned, and she showed signs of awakening.

She must have choked on the Void Sea air as she coughed heavily. When she came to completely, there was still pain and despair on her face, like someone awakened from a nightmare, undoubtedly going through excruciating torment not long before!

“Where is this, the Yellow Springs?” the woman asked.

“This is Dragon Tail Mountain.”

“I’m not dead?” confusion filled the woman’s face.

“Close to it, but Our God saved you and granted you a new life. However, you must let go of the past,” said the elder devout woman.

“Which god?”

“Our God Fuchen,” the elder devout woman replied with pride and reverence.

“Where is the god, where is the god!” the woman became agitated, seemingly eager to meet the deity who had saved her life.

“His avatar has always been by our side. Just pray in your heart, and he will hear our pleas. Of course, you can also talk to us,” the elder devout woman said earnestly.

Zhu Minglang scratched his head on the side.

That was no lie.

Your god indeed was right beside you, just now lazily sunbathing with crossed legs.

“They promised me, they promised me… that shooting the wooden stake with an arrow would set my father free. But they, but they… they tied my father behind the stake; how could they do this, why would they do this… I killed my father, I… I killed my father… I… wuu wuu wuu!!!” The stranded woman broke down in tears once again, crying in unbearable pain.

The several devout women hurriedly comforted her, hugging her tight.

In just a few short sentences, Zhu Minglang could already feel the despair the woman had experienced in her life!

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Minglang waited for the woman to calm down.

“Who are ‘they’ you’re talking about?” Zhu Minglang felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Perhaps because he had personally bestowed the Servant God Contract, Zhu Minglang felt an affinity with the woman. Although it wasn’t as strong as that with Queen Xuan Wu, at this moment the woman felt to Zhu Minglang like a distant cousin he always heard about…

Seeing her in such heart-wrenching pain affected Zhu Minglang’s own emotions.

“It’s… It’s…” Filled with resentment and pain, the stranded woman couldn’t even utter the name of her tormentor; it was as if her throat was blocked by something, no matter how hard she tried to pronounce the name, it was like someone was strangling her.

“She can’t say it!”

“It must be a very high deity!” said the elder devout woman.

“Girl, come rest with us at Xiao Xiu Feng first. Our Fuchen is a slayer of evil gods. Just worship him devoutly, and he will most certainly avenge you!”

The stranded woman’s eyes were bloodshot as she tried to say that name. She would rather be strangled by the invisible force than remain silent; however, she couldn’t do it, tears of blood spilled from her eyes, and her face was filled with humiliation and pain. She even seemed to loathe herself for being so insignificantly powerless, unable to even pronounce the name of her enemy!

Seeing a young woman burdened with such torment, Zhu Minglang felt even sadder.

The woman refused to give in and finally passed out from the invisible force’s suppression.

The other devout women also breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully she passed out; otherwise, she might have been killed by the backlash of that deity’s Divine Sense.

For the woman, that deity was too powerful.

…

After making sure the stranded woman was settled in, it wasn’t long before Queen Xuan Wu came in person.

She examined the other’s condition, cast a few spells to stabilize the woman’s spirit, and then stepped outside the courtyard.

“My followers, do most of them come to us in this way?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Yes, most of them suffered extreme agony before their death. Xiao Xiao, like that ponytailed young girl, is the minority,” Queen Xuan Wu said.

Xiao Xiao was indeed the ponytailed young girl–innocent, romantic, and luckier than most.

“She’s unable to pronounce the name of the deity who hurt her; how should I avenge her?” Zhu Minglang inquired.

“There is a Mirror of Feelings on the cliff that can reflect her past life experiences, but now it has become a piece of decor for the Hidden Fog Gate,” Queen Xuan Wu explained.