Dragon Tamer
Chapter 974 - Chapter 974 Chapter 978 The Feeling of Conquest

Chapter 974: Chapter 978: The Feeling of Conquest Chapter 974: Chapter 978: The Feeling of Conquest …

Zhu Minglang had gone hunting nearby and had turned in early for the night.

The next day, Zhu Minglang was ready with the finely ground Washing Heart Grass, waiting at the Floating Rock.

As the sun slowly descended toward the blue horizon, signaling the approach of night, Zhu Minglang, who had been buffeted by the wind atop the cliff all day, felt disheveled. Unfortunately, he still had not caught sight of the Xuanlong.

“Sigh, I should have taken a tougher approach. What kind of godly skill is this, God Dye Affinity? Absolutely useless!” Zhu Minglang, seeing the sun setting, immediately became irritated.

“Shh!” Suddenly, Cai You made a silencing gesture to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang immediately clamped his mouth shut and listened carefully.

“Rustle rustle rustle~~~” The sound of the wind disturbing the leaves in the dense woods was enchanting and beautiful, interspersed with faint footsteps.

Only then did Zhu Minglang slowly turn around and look up at the steep, sheer cliff.

On the cliff, the head of a dragon, which could be described as handsome, was slowly peeking down. Although it had a pair of jade wings, they were folded back like two splendid yueyaos on either side of its body.

Its body, reminiscent of the Kylin and the Tiger Leopard, was majestic and imposing, like a Dragon Star Lord guarding the Southern Heavenly Gate, its crescent tail being its most striking feature–once raised, it looked like a Divine Artifact capable of chopping gods and demons!

The black mane of the dragon added a touch of nobility, its black scale fur added a mystical beauty, and its silver-red eyes were like a transient spot of red in the sky, holding some temporal power.

The Xuanlong slowly climbed down. It was not one of those immensely large dragons; it was about three times the size of a grown tiger or leopard, a size most suitable for human riders. Watching its mane and scale-fur-covered back, Zhu Minglang felt an impulse to mount it and conquer the vast world.

“Washing Heart Grass, Our God, Washing Heart Grass,” Cai You reminded Zhu Minglang softly from the side.

Zhu Minglang then snapped back to reality.

In the past, when practicing swordcraft, Zhu Minglang had been fascinated by various swords, finding their contours, engravings, and sheen to be the most beautiful combination in the world. Now, after encountering various types of dragons, Zhu Minglang found himself increasingly fond of these unique creatures.

It seemed that the heavens had absolute favoritism toward dragons. Unlike the vast majority of wild beasts, demons, and sacred gods, dragons were enchanting from their horn to their tail–each part presenting unique allure; it was either their natural weapons of combat or traits that highlighted their grace and elegance, making most dragons naturally more glorious in appearance than other species.

This Xuanlong, a royal among the Dragon Clan, was especially distinctive in every strand of its fur. Although predominantly dark, it was adorned with a blend of red and cyan, creating an impression of stunning and luxurious beauty. The azure jade feathers on its wings elevated the Xuanlong’s grandeur to an unparalleled level, with its dragon mane, black scales, jade feathers, moon horns, and blue fur reflecting each other in harmony, perfectly complementing the brilliance of the Heavenly Lights, truly deserving the title: Star Lord above, Xuanlong of the Heavenly Court!

Zhu Minglang suddenly recalled something Mr. Jinli often said.

“A man should raise dragons, conquering the world’s most noble and mystical creatures, which brings far more sense of achievement than learning any divine skills or secret techniques!”

Divine techniques and secret methods are inanimate objects, books, or perhaps some diagrams; even when mastered, they represent pure destructive power.

Dragons, on the other hand, are life, they have emotions, they embody beauty. When fierce, they can traverse heaven and earth, turn clouds and rain, do anything; when serene, they’re like tame, delicate kittens, so large yet their playful and clingy nature cannot be hindered…

The vast majority of cultivators favored soaring the skies on their swords, moving mountains and rivers with their strength, and standing shoulder to shoulder with god demons, whereas dragon shepherds, forging a different path, began their cultivation by caring for juvenile spirits, hoping they would turn into dragons–a role akin to that of a doting father. Compared to gods and mortals, they indeed differed significantly and might even feel regret for their own frailty, but once they experienced the unique charm of dragons, they would utterly succumb to obsession, willing to travel through night and day, trekking thousands of miles in search of legendary dragons, or braving all hardships and clearing paths through brambles to tame the dragon of their dreams…

Because of a fallen tooth, Zhu Minglang had been searching day and night in this primeval forest, turning over countless bodies and comparing innumerable footprints. Now, upon seeing this mythical Xuanlong, Zhu Minglang felt all his previous efforts were worth it.

This Xuanlong was truly worth the search!

And worth taming as well.

Even though he knew it had significant growth flaws, Zhu Minglang was at that moment completely captivated by the charm of the Xuanlong.

Not just dragon shepherds, but even gods and mortals, and the existence of god kings and lords, all yearned to conquer such a Xuanlong!

“Mew~~~~~”

The Xuanlong’s voice was also special, long and lonely, exuding an ancient vicissitude, yet incredibly enchanting.

“Our God, we have run out of herbs,” Cai You reminded again from the side.

Zhu Minglang had already been immersed in admiration of the Xuanlong. The more he looked, the more he liked it, so much so that even as the Xuanlong gobbled up all the Washing Heart Grass he had prepared, Zhu Minglang had yet to come back to his senses.

“Tomorrow, when the sun is about to set, you come here again, and I will continue to find Washing Heart Grass for you, to help detoxify you,” Zhu Minglang said.

As Zhu Minglang spoke, he waved his hands and danced around, making extra effort to be understood by the Xuanlong, who was not proficient in language.

The Xuanlong glanced in the direction of the setting sun, then turned to look at Zhu Minglang.

This time it did not immediately back away to leave but looked at Zhu Minglang with curiosity and also examined Bai Qi draped over Zhu Minglang’s shoulder.

Bai Qi lay on Zhu Minglang’s shoulder like a sleepy moon cat, occasionally licking its wind-tousled silver fur with its tongue. Not satisfied with the grooming, it even licked Zhu Minglang’s cheek until it was wet, only returning to its contented rest on the shoulder, half-sleeping yet alert to new encounters.

Bai Qi had also seen the Xuanlong, but no matter what kind of dragon it was, Bai Qi didn’t seem to care much. It even yawned a big yawn in the Xuanlong’s direction, then closed its eyes without giving it another thought.

Yet the Xuanlong was observing Bai Qi very seriously.

One could discern a trace of curiosity and bewilderment in the Xuanlong’s silver-red eyes.

The Moon Blessing White Dragon was also of the royal family within the dragon clan.

What perplexed the Xuanlong was why this lazy White Dragon could sleep without any guard in such a vast ancient forest full of terrifying god demons and ancient dragon-eating beasts lurking around–didn’t it need to be vigilant?

Was it this human who gave it such a feeling of safety and ease?

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