Dragon Tamer-Chapter 889 - 893 The Filthy Crow

Chapter 889: Chapter 893 The Filthy Crow

Chapter 889 -893 The Filthy Crow

The Seven Immortal Flood Dragons happily led Zhu Minglang around in the Seven-colored Divine Soil.

Zhu Minglang discovered that the sights he had seen while aimlessly wandering before were completely different from those he observed under the guidance of the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons.

The places he had walked through before only revealed endless stretches of colorful sand marshes, with nothing but their dazzling hues, which inevitably became tiring after a while.

However, when the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons took him on a tour, Zhu Minglang saw many different colored lakes, clean and sacred, like melting snow from Tianshan, the colored sand as pristine as gemstones and pearls. Lowering his sight a little, he could see to the bottom of the lakes and also the schools of fish swimming among them, giving one the impression they were floating in midair!

Some fish spirits radiated fluorescent light, like folk painted lanterns one by one, some lake grass resembled colorful carpets neatly laid out. The surrounding Immortal Spirit Qi was no longer so distant, clustering actively before drifting into one’s nostrils like fresh, clean air, washing away pain and smoothing any irritability and restlessness.

It was as if a door had been opened.

What he had just seen, and what the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons showed him, were strikingly different.

Now, Zhu Minglang believed this was once the dwelling place of Heavenly Gods, and he felt the remarkable nature of this divine soil.

“Can I cultivate here?” Zhu Minglang asked the Seven Immortal Flood Dragons.

The Seven Immortal Flood Dragons nodded, showing great welcome.

If it weren’t for the scarcity of human presence, Zhu Minglang really wanted to build a residence in this divine soil and live here long-term; he imagined that after soaking in it for ten or eight years, he would truly become unbeatable upon leaving.

Unfortunately, that was not Zhu Minglang’s way of cultivation.

He was still more enamored with the secular world, having friends, family, and a spouse…

But when he truly needed to dedicate himself to cultivation, to silently plan his Way of Cultivation, staying here for a while was indeed the perfect place.

The miscellaneous thoughts in his heart slowly dissipated, and Zhu Minglang knew they were related to his Heart Demon.

He was not a purely good cultivator, and even those who were righteous would be troubled by their own path. Zhu Minglang recalled that chaotic dream, and now he could affirm that it was indeed his Heart Demon.

Moreover, the time when he directly killed the War Saint had also fostered some Heart Demons.

The Heart Demon wanted him to control everything, possess everything, and enjoy everything.

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The Heart Demon wanted him to do whatever he wanted, to lose himself in his current fame and power.

If he were just starting out, as he was when he first descended from the Yao Mountain Sword Sect without having faced the high and low tides of life, Zhu Minglang would indeed easily be influenced by the Heart Demon. But now, he had matured too much… He already knew clearly what he wanted; all the allurements like beauty and wealth were coming from his own heart. The temptations of the Heart Demon were really unnecessary, making him feel there was still hope, that he could still be a virtuous gentleman.

Focused solely on cultivation, this was the most effective way to practice.

Zhu Minglang quietly absorbed the robust Spiritual Energy of the Seven-colored Divine Soil, meanwhile contemplating some Sword Intent he had never tried before in his mind.

The Sword Spirit Dragon danced across the sky in front of Zhu Minglang, swinging its sword in synchronization with the sword diagram Zhu Minglang envisioned in his mind.

The other dragons weren’t idle either; each found its spot where the Spiritual Energy was richest. The Nuwa Dragon coiled its enchanting and seductive body next to Zhu Minglang, her hands joined quietly reciting some ancient language.

The Refining Ash Black Dragon was breathing in and out; it didn’t know why, but each breath in would purge some impurities from its body, and after exhaling, it felt significantly lighter.

Little White was hogging Zhu Minglang’s shoulder, yawning while using its dragon tail to fish in the colored lake.

Yama Dragon and the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon didn’t favor this overly sacred place; they just absorbed the Spiritual Energy gathered from Zhu Minglang in the Spirit Realm.

Little Gold Dragon seemed to have discovered a wonderful playground; it dashed around the Seven-colored Divine Soil chasing after the beautiful lake spirits it saw.

The Peach Demon Deer Dragon obediently laid next to the Nuwa Dragon, mimicking her posture to focus on cultivation, its body slowly emitting a faint immortal aura.

This state allowed Zhu Minglang to gain some insight into his Sword Territory.

That day, while drinking, Zhu Minglang also casually consulted Linghu Ling about the Sword Territory.

Zhu Minglang was also unclear whether his Sword Territory had another realm to reach.

Using wind as pebbles, the heaven and earth as a furnace…

If there were another Sword Territory, what would it be, and what kind of power could it achieve?

Moreover, Zhu Minglang still had one thing he couldn’t understand.

The Sword Territories he had learned from childhood were clearly a very sophisticated Sword Cultivation System. Within Dragon Gate, Zhu Minglang, with just these two layers of Sword Territory and Cultivation Base, rarely had any rivals and found learning some difficult Swordsmanship surprisingly easy, as if it adhered to a prevailing principle.

…

Zhu Minglang no longer had a sense of time passing.

He was comprehending little by little.

At the same time, he was also recalling every detail of his sword practice.

For some reason, Zhu Minglang always felt that the seemingly useless sword intents he practiced initially now acted as perfectly placed bridges in his current realm, preventing him from missing his step as he advanced, and making sure he hadn’t chosen the wrong path in his rapid progress.

Everything seemed as if it had been laid out in advance.

Zhu Minglang opened his eyes and vaguely felt that he had oversimplified some matters.

He thought of a person in a plain Taoist robe, her long hair tied with a wooden hairpin, dancing with a sword in the snow, yet seeming colder than the snow itself.

After he had abandoned his sword cultivation, all he could see in her eyes was disappointment…

Zhu Minglang used to have many confusions.

But now, Zhu Minglang could probably understand the reasons behind that disappointment and indifference.

The master who had taught him the ways of the Sword Territory, it seemed, had even imparted the sword intent of the God-state to him.

Regrettably, Zhu Minglang never saw her again after that encounter with her.

The path of cultivation is long, and knowing when they might meet again was uncertain.

Zhu Minglang perhaps didn’t have a Heart Demon,

but he did have this internal knot.

…

To meditate is not to stop thinking entirely,

but to ponder over those matters that once stirred emotions like gratitude and resentment; not with one’s immature notions, but simply revisiting the past, and even evaluating them from a third-person perspective.

Smoothing out past upheavals in a calm and serene manner is also another form of cultivation, which tempers a person’s mental state.

Zhu Minglang had spent an unknown amount of time in the divine soil, and when the thought of leaving emerged in his mind, he chose to leave, despite everything here warmly inviting him to continue his recuperation. Zhu Minglang knew he was not the kind to live a carefree life aloof from worldly affairs.

After leaving the Seven-colored divine soil, Zhu Minglang did not linger in White Marsh for long.

When Zhu Minglang looked up at his own fortune source, he found the purple aura had faded, clearly his intensive cultivation in the Seven-colored divine soil was a reward from Old Heavenly Father.

Zhu Minglang returned to Xuange Country Capital.

The brilliance and splendor of Xuange Country Capital, along with its lively atmosphere, felt dearly familiar. Zhu Minglang abandoned the notion of an untroubled monk’s cultivation and dove headlong into the bustling world, with only two words in mind, “Delicious!”

Delicacies and wines, grievances and grudges, he savored and settled each one of them.

“Crow, do you see that? The tall, thin fellow who likes to dress in all black like you,” Zhu Minglang said, pointing at a person talking to the White Marsh Crow.

“Saw it, saw it, this one will be fun to meddle with, all sorts of styles!” the White Marsh Crow said excitedly.

“He is a True God, Flaunting, must be of God-lord Level too. Use whatever tricks you have on me. If I still see him vigorous or lively around me in the coming days, I will cook you into crow soup and feed you to the dogs!” Zhu Minglang said to the White Marsh Crow.

“Rest assured, Superior, other True Gods may have some protective fortune, but this one has an unstable Dao heart and is troubled by a Demon Heart, maybe not rightfully a True God, and he has done plenty that would shame the blessings of the heavens. They say that those who do not do guilty deeds do not fear ghosts knocking at the door at midnight, hehe, this guy sure has done plenty guilty deeds, just wait till I put a hex on him!” White Marsh Crow was indeed fearless.

Any Superior Immortal, in White Marsh Crow’s eyes, was just a scapegoat, and with just a little effort, could be made sleepless at night!

“That one by his side, named Pang Wolf, take good care of him as well,” Zhu Minglang said.

“No problem, I see they are about to have a brothel visit. I’ll start by making them impotent!”

“…” Zhu Minglang turned away, deciding to temporarily disown this shameless crow.

“They won’t have a good night tonight, and then I’ll hit them with a spell that makes them lose whatever they eat…” the White Marsh Crow said.

“Crow, I see you haven’t been quite diligent in your duty. Hearing these terms, you must have often slipped into the human world to watch,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Hehe, Superior, although White Marsh is a restricted area with many Ancient Level beings, it can really be boring too, and you know my abilities. My minions, as long as they see something, hear something, they all share it with me, so I actually have quite a few informants in the human world. I occasionally play tricks on some unfortunate folks…” the White Marsh Crow said cheekily.

“What exactly have you done?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Nothing much, just causing some ladies who act virtuously by day but mess around with their servants at night to unexpectedly become pregnant, ensuring men who do not return home at night encounter Sun-sucking vixens. I’ve caused many couples who publically display their affection to end up in bitter separation,” the White Marsh Crow said.

Zhu Minglang began to wonder if having this filthy crow as his attendant might indeed shorten his life!