Dragon Tamer
Chapter 960 - Chapter 960 Chapter 964 Dream Hall

Chapter 960: Chapter 964 Dream Hall Chapter 960: Chapter 964 Dream Hall “Shall I move it over?” Zhu Minglang asked.

Queen Xuan Wu shook her head and said to Zhu Minglang, “I’m arranging some matters right now, there’s no need for any head-on confrontation with them at this moment.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay here and help you get rid of them?” Zhu Minglang asked seriously.

Even though Queen Xuan Wu’s cultivation base was high, their side was still relatively weak. It wouldn’t be easy to uproot those celestial thugs from the Dragon Tail Mountain, particularly since Xuan Wu had to consider the integrity of the mountain.

“I can handle it. If I need your assistance, I won’t be coy. After all, I’m merely stewarding this place for you; you are its true master,” Xuan Wu said.

“Alright, but I do want to understand the matter of this stranded girl clearly, since she’s essentially the first follower I’ve officially accepted,” Zhu Minglang said.

“That’s not difficult. You must have already mastered the ability of the ‘Dream Trial of Three Souls.’ You could try summoning that deity in a dream,” Queen Xuan Wu suggested.

“To be honest, I’m still not very familiar with this capability,” Zhu Minglang admitted.

“I will assist you. I’ll join you in the dream,” Xuan Wu said.

“Okay.”

…

The stranded woman had been unconscious for three days. The immersion in the Void Sea had ultimately caused significant damage to her body.

On the fourth day, she could eat by herself.

She fell asleep for another whole day, and at night, Xuan Wu explained the situation to her. The stranded woman’s gaze involuntarily kept drifting towards Zhu Minglang, clearly sensing the special bond formed by the Servant God Contract.

“We need you to join us in the dream to exercise the judgement of the Sin God,” Queen Xuan Wu said to the woman.

“A deity? You can judge deities??” the woman asked in disbelief.

“The God of Fuchen, the God of Sky Inspection, it is his authority. When the time comes, we will need you to confront one of the souls of that deity. Just state the facts calmly. If you wish that deity to receive the retribution and punishment it deserves, then speak as calmly as possible; otherwise, the Dream Hall statue can’t deliver the divine punishment,” Queen Xuan Wu explained.

“As long as he gets what he deserves, I’m willing to do whatever it takes!” the woman said.

“What’s your name?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Cai You,” the woman replied.

“Cai You, if you’re not ready, we can wait a few more days,” Zhu Minglang offered.

“No, I’m ready!” Cai You said with certainty.

Looking into her resolute eyes, Zhu Minglang recalled the determination and defiance she showed when she’d rather have her neck broken than not to utter the name of that deity…

“Let’s begin,” Queen Xuan Wu said.

With those words, Queen Xuan Wu gently placed her palm on Cai You’s forehead.

A wisp of fragrant scent inexplicably wafted through the air, and soon, Cai You fell into a deep sleep. Carried by the same fragrance, Zhu Minglang also felt drowsiness overcome him. Seated in his chair, he braced his head with his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

After letting Cai You fall asleep, Queen Xuan Wu also sat beside Zhu Minglang on the other side, supporting her own head with her hand as she entered the Dream Hall.

…

Indeed, the first dreamscape wasn’t the Dream Hall.

Their dreams at this moment were interconnected through the Servant God’s Seal, and the first they entered was the dream of Queen Xuan Wu.

In a Divine Mountain filled with Immortal Mansions, Xuan Wu at that time appeared as a maiden in the spring of youth. She was leaping over towering pavilion walls in the pouring rain, free as a green phoenix…

A radiant smile adorned her face, even as the rain drenched her hair and clothes.

But suddenly, several towering mountains erupted from the earth, blocking the vast sky she soared through. Each of these mountains transformed into towering figures, looking indifferent or stern and merciless. They kept repeating a single phrase:

“You must never fail to meet our expectations!”

“You must never fail to meet our expectations!”

Each of those phrases fell heavy as the thunder from the nine heavens, threatening to split one’s head with their roar.

These figures were surely Xuan Wu’s family, elders, and mentors. Each time they spoke, she fell a little further. Before long, the romantic rainy day turned gloomy. Mountains loomed high, resembling the cold, distant backs of loved ones. And there was Xuan Wu, still a girl, lost in the woods, trapped by mountain after mountain…

Weighted down with hefty expectations.

And with that came a profound pressure in her inner world.

The dreamscape was quite oppressive, and Zhu Minglang hadn’t expected that the ever-calm and mature Xuan Wu, usually in black phoenix garments, had carried such burdens from her youth.

The dreamscape turned like the page of a book, slowly flipping over.

This time they were in Cai You’s dreamscape. This dream was full of color. Zhu Minglang saw Cai You dressed in a red robe, a sash tied around her waist highlighting her delicate figure. Her hair was tied up high, and she stood upright holding a red-hued mystical bow in her hand.

The dark bow’s two wings were like phoenix tails, and her cheeks bore a trace of satisfaction as she repeatedly pulled the bowstring, creating a light and lively rhythm with its twanging sound.

Seemly discovering something especially amusing, Cai You brought over several other longbows and arranged them together.

Using the bowstrings of the aligned longbows as harp strings, Cai You began to play, her lips humming along with the melody.

Just as she lost herself in the moment, a towering figure slowly approached. When Cai You saw who it was, she immediately panicked and hastily hung the longbows back on their rack.

“I’m sorry, Father, I… I got carried away.” Cai You confessed proactively.

The tall figure, now holding a large shield, pounded on it with his fist a few times, producing a sound akin to drumbeats, and laughed heartily, “If you don’t practice archery, you could definitely become a remarkable qin master… Why did you stop? I came over to accompany your music with drumbeats!”

“Mother always tells me that when enemies come to our doorstep we can’t just play a tune to make them leave. The only thing that can drive them away is our bow and arrow,” Cai You said.

“Hahaha, your mother is always too harsh on you. It doesn’t matter, with me, your father here, those thugs wouldn’t even make it past Purple Star Village. You should learn whatever you want to learn. Although your archery is quite excellent and you will surely become a goddess of archery, if you prefer the strings of the qin, it will still bring joy to all of us,” the towering figure explained.

“I like bows and arrows too.”

“Then learn both. Our Cai You is a rare talent, and anything you learn, you excel at.”

The dream world gently turned over once more, and the Cai You lying on the bed had another tear slipping from the corner of her eye in her sleep.

…

The third was Zhu Minglang’s dream.

The Dream Hall had to be based on Zhu Minglang’s dream, for he is the God of Fuchen.

However, Zhu Minglang’s first dream was not set in the Dream Hall. He stood in a forest filled with broken and rusty swords, swinging the sword in his hand towards the sky over and over again. In this dream, he couldn’t have been more than ten years old; each longsword was overly heavy for him, requiring all his strength to grip firmly in his small hands.

By Zhu Minglang’s side was a young White Soaring Dragon, sharpening its claws and practicing diving from the air to pounce on its enemies.

The young Zhu Minglang and the young Bai Qi were both practicing diligently.

Suddenly, from an unseen place behind Zhu Minglang, a woman’s cool voice was heard.

“Why is this White Dragon still here?”

“It must feel lonely too. Bai Qi is very well-behaved. In the days you’ve been away, it’s been keeping me company,” the young Zhu Minglang replied.

“It can’t stay here,” the woman said coldly.

“Why not?”

“It will ruin your cultivation base,” the woman added.

“No, it won’t, it won’t. I haven’t made a contract with it, and I won’t become a Dragon Shepherd. Let Bai Qi stay, please. I will practice my swordsmanship twice as hard. I will succeed; I must succeed! Using the wind as a grindstone, I will sharpen all these rusty swords here. Next time, when Aunt Xuehen returns, I will have reached that Sword Territory. Just let Bai Qi stay here with me…” The young Zhu Minglang pleaded in a rush.

“No, it must die!” Suddenly, a figure flashed out. The woman, wielding a pure white sword, struck ruthlessly towards the young Little White Dragon!

In that instant, Zhu Minglang was abruptly woken up!!

Zhu Minglang was drenched in cold sweat. He looked around the room and then saw Queen Xuan Wu at his side, watching him with a puzzled expression.

This dream world…

…was too real.

After all, this scene actually existed in Zhu Minglang’s memory.

But at that time, after Zhu Minglang’s tearful pleas, Zhu Xuehen had agreed to let Little Bai Qi stay. Because of this, Zhu Minglang didn’t leave the Abandoned Sword Forest for an entire year, all to reach the ‘Wind as Grinding Stone’ Sword Territory.

Yet, for some reason, Zhu Minglang had dreamed of this scene more than once, dreaming that at that moment, Zhu Xuehen was about to kill Bai Qi with one strike, completely severing his path to becoming a Dragon Shepherd.

It was as if Zhu Xuehen truly possessed some inexplicable power, capable of traveling back in time, forcibly changing his fate.

“Your teacher is very powerful,” Queen Xuan Wu said softly after a moment.

Zhu Minglang nodded.

He had realized this long ago.

Empress Zhu died from the Curse of the God Servants, and the god she served… must have been Zhu Xuehen.

Her relationship with Zhu Xuehen was not that of sisters. Empress Zhu was likely just a servant to Zhu Xuehen.

That’s why the Zhu Heavenly Officer had mentioned when Zhu Gate faced the calamity of the Sparrow Wolf God, that there was a god behind Zhu Gate… but this god was extremely indifferent!

“Let’s not worry about this for now, let’s continue,” Zhu Minglang shook his head, not wanting to think about the matter that was too confusing.

“Okay,” Xuanmu replied without asking further, but she silently took note of this woman in her heart.

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