Dragon Tamer-Chapter 870 - 874 Threads of Fate

Chapter 870: Chapter 874: Threads of Fate

Chapter 870 -874: Threads of Fate

Zhu Minglang left in peace.

Although Zhu Minglang had been worried about Xuan Ge God and Knowledge Saint Honor asking more detailed questions about the young boy, they evidently did not.

With so many people in the Divine Temple and the bold infiltration by Ming Meng, as long as there were people who could be confirmed as not suspicious, they wouldn’t waste too much time on them.

Unless Song Xi suddenly said that he actually only saw the Little Gold Dragon in the morning and hadn’t seen Zhu Minglang himself.

Or Knowledge Saint Honor told Xuan Ge that Zhu Minglang was the peeping Flower Thief from last time, but Knowledge Saint Honor had already promised not to speak of it, unless there was irrefutable evidence this time, otherwise, she wouldn’t unnecessarily suspect Zhu Minglang.

Moreover, these verbal loopholes had already been foreseen by Li Xinghua, otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought herself here.

…

Dusk had deepened by the time Zhu Minglang returned to the Mansion of Martial Saint. As he crossed the corridor embellished with hanging fringe decorations and passed by a thin walled courtyard, Zhu Minglang heard a voice reminiscent of Nan Yuso’s.

“Sister, I think we should have him castrated too…”

Zhu Minglang, standing in the breeze, was completely flustered.

No way!

Let me explain!

Nan Yuso, what rotten idea are you suggesting? We’ve been together so long, had so many fiery opportunities, yet we’ve remained pure. Doesn’t that prove what kind of upright gentleman I, Zhu Minglang, am!!

Where’s Nan Lingsha??

She can testify for herself!

“Ah, Big Radish has returned. I thought we sisters had already kept you busy enough. It turns out you were already bored with us. Maybe it’s our fault for all looking the same, not satisfying all of the great officer Zhu’s needs.” Nan Yuso laughed, seductively like a fox demon, and adorned with heavy makeup today, her words dripped like pearls!

Li Xinghua sat in the pavilion, and though she found Nan Yuso’s words unpleasant and often scolded her for being shameless, she unusually did not take Zhu Minglang’s side today.

“First off, I must admit, I don’t know why, but Old Heavenly Father always arranges for me and Xuan Ge God to meet in strange ways. For example, last night in the Mist Spring Mountain, you’d think in such a secluded place the chance of meeting anyone at all would be small, let alone Xuan Ge. And today, it was purely accidental. I was stealing a Mysterious Ancient Weapon, and battled with a powerful Artifact Spirit for a long time…” Zhu Minglang began his explanation.

Clearly, this explanation was not very satisfying.

The two places Zhu Minglang went, Mist Spring Mountain and Divine Palace Colored Brook, both were areas frequented by Xuan Ge God.

“Get to the key point.” Li Xinghua was still calm, at least not denying Zhu Minglang the chance to explain, and even after an entire afternoon, Li Xinghua was almost ready to forgive this big radish.

“Don’t get angry immediately. The key point I’m talking about is related to Xuan Ge’s body. The first time at Mist Spring Mountain, I didn’t pay much attention, but this second time, I saw clearly… she has a pattern on her chest. Okay, don’t get angry yet, yes, it’s on her chest. I saw clearly she has a pattern there which is quite unique; probably because the scar there was unsightly, so she had added floral tattoos over it, and the scar that can’t be removed from Xuan Ge is crucially important evidence for Fuchen. I can now be one hundred percent certain; the death of the previous God of Fuchen is related to Xuan Ge!” Zhu Minglang blurted out all at once.

The floral tattoo was used to cover a uniquely shaped red scar.

And this red scar was something Zhu Minglang had seen before.

He had seen it during a sleepwalking episode in the Divine Mansion, where a woman clad in black clothes offered him a dream from Fuchen and informed him that his Immortal Mansion was on Dragon Tail Mountain.

There were many followers in plain clothes on Dragon Tail Mountain, worshipping something or praying about something, and Zhu Minglang in his dream saw a Plum Vessel with markings identical to the scar hidden beneath Xuan Ge’s floral tattoos.

The Plum Vessel must have been an important Magic Artifact during the time of the last Fuchen, and Xuan Ge God was wounded by this artifact, leaving a scar that couldn’t be erased, but this nevertheless indicated that Xuan Ge God had come into contact with the previous Fuchen and there must have been conflicts.

“So, you think this is all Old Heavenly Father’s deliberate arrangement just to let you know that Xuan Ge is the murderer of the previous God of Fuchen??” Nan Yuso listened incredulously.

“Yes, the first time could be a coincidence, the second time surely not. If I hadn’t noticed this, perhaps Old Heavenly Father would have arranged a third meeting. Of course, it might also be the Plum Vessel Mark inadvertently attracting me, the successor to the name of God Fuchen,” Zhu Minglang stated righteously, his aura as bright as the moon above!

“Didn’t the gentleman say that the mud had blinded your eyes, and you hadn’t seen anything clearly?” Li Xinghua perfectly caught this verbal slip, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhu Minglang.

“The situation was urgent then, and I was afraid you might act in anger, so I told a little lie. It’s now quite clear, that the Heavens indeed wish me to bring the killer of the previous God Fuchen to justice. Xinghua is really impressive to have seen through the destiny of the name of Fuchen, otherwise, I wouldn’t have connected these many events,” Zhu Minglang said.

“I don’t know why, but I feel like you’re making this up, but I also have no proof, since neither I nor my sister have seen this Plum Vessel Mark,” Nan Yuso said.

“The gentleman surely wouldn’t fabricate such an absurd reason for something so trivial; it must be truly arranged by the Heavens,” Li Xinghua seemed to believe the explanation was plausible.

As long as Zhu Minglang hadn’t specifically intended to covet someone’s body, it was fine.

“Sister, you’re forgiving him just like that?” Nan Yuso pouted, bringing up another person, “Didn’t sister say that Linghu Ling also has a fate thread with this guy?”

“Fate thread?” Zhu Minglang was baffled.

Li Xinghua glared at Nan Yuso.

How can you say anything that comes to your mind!

“What can’t be said, you shouldn’t indulge the big hogs too much. You must also sever her ties with those fox spirits promptly!” Nan Yuso said.

You are the biggest fox spirit!

Zhu Minglang glared at Nan Yuso displeasedly.

Nan Yuso glared back, adding fuel to the fire, resolutely not allowing outsiders to disrupt this perfectly tranquil home.

“What are these threads of fate?” Zhu Minglang asked Li Xinghua.

“The common saying is that the Old Heavenly Father ties the red threads. In fact, each person will have several threads of fate in their life, accompanying them through the trials of the mortal world, or perhaps through the lengthy journey of cultivation. It might be with one person, or perhaps several, or at different stages in time, for different people. A person’s trajectory of fate can change dramatically; most of the time, it’s unpredictable,” Li Xinghua explained.

“But haven’t you already calculated my marital fate?” Zhu Minglang said, puzzled.

They are fated, right? How could that change?

“Before becoming a god, it was fated. After becoming a god, your destiny, life path, and fate have all undergone drastic changes… Besides, the path of cultivation is like seas turning into mulberry fields and people beyond recognition. We have known each other for only these few years, and perhaps in the future, we may become strangers,” Li Xinghua calmly explained.

How many years can a deified being live?

Why do so many people aspire to become True Gods?

Not only does one possess supreme divine power and divine skills bestowed by the heavens after becoming a True God, but transformation in capabilities also plays a role. More importantly, a True God possesses longevity!

Zhu Minglang’s lifespan had now been extended to three hundred years.

And since he became a True God at a young age, for nearly a hundred years, he would maintain his current appearance.

The Sisters Li Nan are not True Gods, nor have they received divine favor. Moreover, with their souls previously damaged, their lifespan is similar to that of ordinary people; their appearances will age, and even if fated with Zhu Minglang, they could accompany him for less than a hundred years in this mortal world.

Meanwhile, Linghu Ling and Xuan Ge God are both True Gods.

Their youth is everlasting, and their time stretches far.

Even if Zhu Minglang remains faithful, he could gradually watch Li Yunzi and Li Xinghua age, but in the future for several hundred years, it could be Linghu Ling or Xuan Ge God that stays by Zhu Minglang’s side. Therefore, it is only reasonable for Zhu Minglang to have threads of fate with two other goddesses.

Li Xinghua calmly explained this point to Zhu Minglang.

Soul-Burning Sacrifice.

What burns, in reality, is life itself.

Without that Immortal Soup, perhaps Li Xinghua and Li Yunzi’s life spans wouldn’t even match those of ordinary folk women.

Lifespan, for every Cultivator, is of utmost importance…

Emperor Zhao Yuan had indeed gone completely mad over lifespan. Remembering those words he spoke, Zhu Minglang was now sure that the five hundred years of lifespan promised by the Sparrow Wolf God was false.

The Tian Shu True God has a lifespan of two hundred years.

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It’s only about a hundred years more than that of an ordinary person.

Although higher divinity results in an extended lifespan…

The increase in lifespan limit is almost solely obtained through becoming a True God, with other methods being exceptionally rare.

The maximum lifespan in the Tian Shu God Domain probably does not exceed five hundred years.

“So what you had previously seen was my marital fate within a hundred years, and the other threads of fate are for beyond a hundred years?” Zhu Minglang said, somewhat incredulously.

“Mhm,” Li Xinghua nodded her head.

“I don’t understand, doesn’t this indirectly mean you can’t have a long life like me, but your destinies are also high…” Zhu Minglang struggled to accept this.

Thinking about lifespan now seems a bit too hasty.

But Zhu Minglang does not want to see them leave. If one day they really age and he remains alone in the vast world, the agony of that can be imagined…

It would be better to cut his own lifespan, and age with them.