Dragon Tamer
Chapter 975 - Chapter 975 Chapter 979 Bull God Ridge

Chapter 975: Chapter 979: Bull God Ridge Chapter 975: Chapter 979: Bull God Ridge The sun had finally set, and twilight took over the land.

The Xuanlong didn’t seem to like the night much. It took one last look at the sun and then turned from its observation, nimbly scaling the steep cliffside. Then, leveraging the force of its vertical run, it soared into the sky. With just one flap of its wings, the Xuanlong maintained its jade-like wings perfectly stiff, departing from this place in a low-flying swift dash!

“Remember to come over before the sun sets tomorrow,” Zhu Minglang shouted again in the direction the Xuanlong had left.

The Xuanlong’s body was more flexible than before; when he had seen it yesterday, its movements were somewhat stiff. Today, it could run along steep rock faces, indicating the detoxification was working very well.

Of course, its poison hadn’t been completely eliminated. Zhu Minglang noticed that its tail, buttocks, and wings were all a bit stiff and mechanical, and because this kind of poison was the proliferating kind, unless all toxins were cleared, they would flare up and spread again.

“It should come again tomorrow. Our strategy was very successful!” Mr. Jinli said.

“Yes, some dragons are naturally friendly towards humans. The Xuanlong should be one of them,” Zhu Minglang said.

“No, no, no, the Xuanlong is not. It is friendly towards you because of your God Dye Affinity. Weren’t you following its hunting traces? Those creatures it hunted and killed certainly don’t share your sentiment,” Mr. Jinli said.

Zhu Minglang remembered the Ancestor Mammoth that was killed instantly.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang had an epiphany and smacked his forehead, berating himself, “How could I have forgotten this!”

“What is it, what happened!” Cai You asked anxiously.

“If it’s been poisoned, hunting must be extremely difficult. I was wondering why its belly looked somewhat deflated. It must not have eaten for some time and likely had to resort to eating some unpalatable stuff to stave off the hunger,” Zhu Minglang explained.

“Yeah, when it comes over tomorrow, we’ll prepare some food it likes. That will definitely increase its fondness for us by a lot!” Cai You nodded and said.

“Zhu Minglang, oh Zhu Minglang, if only you observed and showed the same patience and thoughtfulness to the other ladies that you do with dragons, how could you not end up sleeping surrounded by them!” Mr. Jinli remarked.

“I’m not the kind of person you think I am,” Zhu Minglang replied righteously.

“Hey, molt!”

“Little Gold Dragon, we’re having grilled carp tonight.”

“A true man, Zhu Minglang, a role model for our kind, ever composed in the company of loveliness!” Mr. Jinli changed his tune.

…

Tonight is another sleepless night, it seems.

The Washing Heart Grass that Zhu Minglang had marked before had all been picked. This meant that he and Cai You must venture farther to find more Washing Heart Grass.

And they had to prepare tomorrow evening’s meal for the Xuanlong too.

The taste of the Xuanlong was quite particular; it did not favor the overly tough meat of mammoths. Instead, it loved the meats with better textures from the tiger and deer families, much the same as Big Black Tooth and the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon.

Having the same type of diet is the least of one’s worries. It’s the peculiar tastes that are problematic, like the Kirin Dragon of Nan Yuso, which seems to prefer eating stalactites formed from quartz, and they must be more than ten thousand years old at that–such things normally wouldn’t be collected by anyone doing the Dragon Trainer business…

“I’ll go collect the Washing Heart Grass. You just focus on hunting for the beast meat, Our God,” Cai You said.

Cai You’s tribe worships the Hunting God; they, the Arrow Masters, are also known as hunters, or hunting gods. This ancient Primordial Forest was particularly familiar to her, including some special Spirit Grass and Divine Roots that grew here.

Zhu Minglang nodded and then they began to act separately.

…

Previously, during the special training of the Refining Ash Black Dragon, Zhu Minglang had discovered a beast tribe sanctuary, which was composed of several white rock mountains. It was home to a mountain beast called Ganggang, which was one of the Ancient Species, possessing an extremely hard rocky hide. However, once its outer defenses were shattered, the meat inside was as tender and exquisite as the most prized beef from a ranch.

Zhu Minglang had previously captured one and shared it with Big Black Tooth and Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon.

Upon ascending the mountain, Zhu Minglang saw many mountainous bull beasts. They stood on the precipitous rocky peaks, fiercely eyeing Zhu Minglang, the unwelcome guest.

To save time, Zhu Minglang didn’t conduct specialized training for any dragons.

He stepped onto his Flying Sword to ascend the mountain. Soon, dozens of mountainous bull beasts roared towards him, their approach like a collapsing mighty mountain, the momentum terrifying. Zhu Minglang controlled his sword flight, weaving through the falling rocks.

One mountainous bull beast hid behind a tumbling boulder and suddenly charged at Zhu Minglang’s chest with its sharp horns.

Zhu Minglang agilely dodged and continued to race along the steep rocky mountainside.

“Rushing Thunder Sword!”

Like rolling thunder, it sped in a flash, the light show magnificent. It shattered the tumbling boulders in its path, and two mountainous bull beasts perished instantly in the gleam of the Rushing Thunder Sword, their blood flowing down the steep mountain like a spread of bright red tapestry.

The mountainous bull beasts came at him one after another in anger, not caring about the gap in strength, only knowing to charge forward bravely.

However, although some of these mountainous bull beasts were at half-demon god level, they were no different from ordinary wild bulls when facing a God-level existence like the Sword Spirit Dragon. Decades or hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation were utterly meaningless!

Zhu Minglang fought his way to the summit and saw a divine bull with patchy colors all over its body atop the rocky peak. This Divine Bull, known by name and feared in folk monster legends, was called Ganggang.

Ganggang was a bull god as well as a beast god, with skin harder than most metals; not even a diamond could compare to its spotty armor.

“The Sword emerges from the east!”

Zhu Minglang directed the Sword Spirit Dragon with his fingertips, and the dragon burst forth with a beam of Dawn Light. The world turned dimmer, the sole bright sword light darting through like a prolonged beam of dawn.

The Divine Bull Ganggang stood its ground, snorting disdainfully.

The sword swept past, leaving only a shallow mark on its body. Immediately after, the Sword Spirit Dragon was repelled back to Zhu Minglang’s feet, its blade quivering intensely.

Surprise showed on Zhu Minglang’s face.

This Ancient Species truly lived up to its reputation–his Sword Spirit Dragon, now a high-ranking close to Peak God King, couldn’t breach the Divine Bull Ganggang’s defenses!

Ganggang’s eyes turned red, and it suddenly leapt into the air, its massive patchy body vanishing from the sky in an instant.

The next second, an imposing, red-hot Divine Bull, filled with a force of trampling annihilation, plummeted down. The entire mountain peak was instantly pulverized, the ancient grand mountain collapsing on the spot. Zhu Minglang and the Sword Spirit Dragon were blasted down the mountain by the shockwave of power!