Dragon Tamer-Chapter 867 - 871 Stealing the Divine Weapon

Chapter 867: Chapter 871: Stealing the Divine Weapon

Chapter 867 -871: Stealing the Divine Weapon

The subsequent contests all seemed rather dull; other True Gods also realized that demonstrating their strength after the Martial Saint would undoubtedly be a slap in the face to them.

Therefore, those who stood out among the Tianshu leaders and also had decent strength took turns sparring with a few of the sword-obsessed women of the Yuheng Star Palace…

Without exception, the sword-obsessed women utterly defeated the leaders of Tianshu, but fortunately, the leaders did not feel disgraced, for they were in the Yuheng Star Palace, one of the most prestigious places in this vast starry world. If more God Territories merged in the future, they could boast to their disciples that they had crossed swords with Yuheng.

Victory or defeat was no longer that important. The mere opportunity, and ability to exchange moves, was a great honor.

…

The first simple contest in the God Territory concluded satisfactorily.

Both parties were relatively amiable, and no contentious issues arose that would trouble the Xuange God.

Clearly, Yuheng harbored no ulterior motives, only seeking the path of the Sword Dao. Their desire for conflict, for advantage, or for dominance over the North Dipper was not as strong as imagined, unlike if it were Kaiyang…

Kaiyang acted domineeringly and directly, and since Xuange God saw that relationships on the side of Yuheng were fairly well managed, he next feared about managing Kaiyang’s issues.

Although the main host on Kaiyang’s side was Hua Chong Sacred Head, since Xuange was the official host, Kaiyang might inevitably act highhandedly…

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After the contest ended, Xuange God returned to her Divine Palace. To capture that Flower Thief last night, she had stayed awake all night, and this morning she hastily applied some makeup to cover her tired, pale complexion. Fortunately, Li Yunzi had indeed managed the situation firmly for Xuange, preventing a complete embarrassment during the contest. Li Yunzi was indeed reliable, but the concerns mentioned by Xiang Shen truly could not be ignored.

Thinking of the many burdens she carried, Xuange God felt a headache coming on, lacking even the energy to wash up, and she fell heavily asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

In the Divine Palace, a maid dressed in floral attire was carrying a wooden basket, watering the flowers in the courtyard.

Mi Rong approached and gave the maid a slight eye signal to come for a talk.

The maid glanced at the delicately standalone sleeping chamber and carefully walked outside the courtyard’s flower wall.

“Sister Mi Rong, is there something you need?” the little maid asked.

“Has Our God gone out?” Mi Rong asked.

“She’s asleep. These past days, Our God hardly closed her eyes. Last night, she erupted in a fit of anger, expending quite a bit of divine sense, and went to sleep without even bathing. Apart from major Divine Temple affairs, she should not be disturbed,” the little maid explained.

“Oh, I came to check on the Mysterious Ancient Weapons. I heard that last night some escaped, injuring some farmers hunting in the mountain city,” Mi Rong said.

“This servant does not know.”

…

Mi Rong, taking Zhu Minglang with her, entered into the Xuange Divine Palace.

As the weapons closely guarding Xuange, they would naturally not be far from her.

Xuange was now asleep, and lately, she must have been too occupied with various affairs to pay attention to distractions. Normally, Mi Rong sneaking someone in like this would have been easily detected by Xuange.

Of course, to shield against Xuange’s detection, Mi Rong had specifically consulted Knowledge Saint Honor Mi Qingqian beforehand.

The Knowledge Saint Honor had assumed this was for Zhu Minglang to thwart Ming Meng’s theft of the treasures, so he suggested that Mi Rong check the Mysterious Ancient Weapons at this time.

Once they reached the rear mountain courtyard, where there were beautifully arranged tiered mountains, each with a flowing spring and colored pools, Xuange Divine Palace was actually built within this enchantingly beautiful Colored Brook. Downwards, the area extended to even more spectacular and unique Colored Sand Pools.

The Mysterious Ancient Weapons were buried in the seven-colored sands of these brooks, usually in a sealed state. However, every night, under darkened eclipsed stars, when all deities were least deterred by darkness, those special weapons tainted with the blood of the Mysterious Ancient Giants began absorbing these unstable elements.

Over time, these Mysterious Ancient Weapons became bizarre, fierce, and sinister, with more than half of them unfit to guard Xuange God anymore.

Mi Rong, as usual, fed those clean Mysterious Ancient Weapons with the essence of moon and glass.

Meanwhile, Zhu Minglang intended to take all the dark-corrupted Mysterious Ancient Weapons.

Originally, Zhu Minglang had planned to summon the Night Empress to ward off those Dark Spirit Masters for him. However, after learning that this was the Xuange Divine Palace, the Night Empress would rather bite off her own tongue than appear.

Zhu Minglang felt helpless and could only summon the Yama Dragon to intimidate those Dark Spirit Masters, but Mi Rong stopped him and told him that if the Yama Dragon was summoned, the Xuange God would surely awaken.

“We can only cleanse them one by one by hand, Brother Zhu needs to take it slowly, and he mustn’t rush,” Mi Rong said.

“Alright, I will extinguish the souls of darkness in the Mysterious Ancient Weapons one by one,” Zhu Minglang said.

The Dark Spirit Masters that brewed within these Mysterious Ancient Weapons were merely residual artifact souls, far from evolving into full-fledged Artifact Spirits, requiring a long cultivation.

However, since they had already developed certain emotions and even some obsessions, the Sword Spirit Dragon would have to defeat these residual spirit obsessions first if it were to devour them.

This process could be completed calmly, by simply placing the blade of the Sword Spirit Dragon against the edge of the weapon, where the Artifact Spirit and the residual spirit would enter into a mirage-like battlefield to fight.

Cleansing the Mysterious Ancient Weapons that had been tainted by darkness would also erase the weapons’ own spirit and power, but the Sword Spirit Dragon, similar to a predator among Artifact Spirits, didn’t need their spirit or power—a full belly was enough.

Just like cattle, although alive they could plow fields and farmland, be diligently hardworking, but that didn’t stop them from being delicacies on the dining table. Moreover, after being tainted by darkness, these Mysterious Ancient Weapons weren’t so diligent—they even ran out to harm people in the middle of the night; they were wild, mad cattle!

Bearing a high-level destiny, the Sword Spirit Dragon encountered mostly submissive residual souls in those Mysterious Ancient Weapons, willingly offering themselves to become part of the sword soul nest of the Sword Spirit Dragon.

But there were also some with fiery tempers.

Zhu Minglang gently touched the blade’s tip, and in an instant, his surroundings whirled, as if painted with mist, placing him on an ancient battlefield. The sky above the battlefield was gloomy to the extreme, with thunder flashing, torrential rain pouring down, waves upon waves of people fighting on the dark battlefield, and blood converging into hundreds of rivers densely distributed across the black battle-scarred land…

Among them, a Divine Weapon, still dazzling amidst the thunder, swayed the pouring rain when swung, churned the ground, danced the thunder, shook the heavens and the earth, and the Mysterious Ancient Giant wielding it…

“Enough, enough, enough, no need to boast about the past. I know you’re strong, once glorious, but now I only give you two choices: willingly submerge into my Sword Immortal Dragon, or be violently beaten by my Sword Immortal Dragon and devoured against your will!”

Every encounter with a Mysterious Ancient Divine Soldier was like a phantom mirage. When would he finally subjugate all these Mysterious Ancient Weapons?

I know you all have stories, and they must be earth-shattering, but I didn’t ask for your performance to start!

The attitude shown by Zhu Minglang incited intense dissatisfaction among the Mysterious Ancient Weapons!

“Mo Ye, hit harder, we’re in a hurry; while the Xuange God is still soundly asleep…” Zhu Minglang said to the Sword Spirit Dragon.

Fortunately, Li Yunzi had prepared sixteen ancient swords for him in advance, which greatly enhanced the cultivation base of the Sword Spirit Dragon. Otherwise, Zhu Minglang wouldn’t be able to be so tough against these Dark-tainted Mysterious Ancient Weapons!

While the Sword Spirit Dragon fiercely battled those Mysterious Ancient Weapons in those phantom mirage battlefields, Zhu Minglang was like a diligent gardener, digging up one pool after another, excavating those Mysterious Ancient Weapons with fiery tempers, then cleansing them one by one. Every now and then, Zhu Minglang would steal a glance at the beautifully sleeping Divine Palace in the Colored Brook, reminiscent of the thrill and satisfaction of secretly eating roasted sweet potatoes he stole from a farmer’s field as a child, a pity that there was no one to share it with now. In the past, after stealing sweet potatoes, Zhu Minglang would share some with Zhu Xuehen, making her an accomplice; if anything happened, Zhu Xuehen would cover for him.

While digging up Mysterious Ancient Weapons, he somewhat reminisced about the monotonous yet somewhat enjoyable life he had before.

He once thought that the Yaoshan Sword Sect was the strongest sword sect in the world, and that learning its swordsmanship meant invincibility, yet he hadn’t expected there to be places like the Yuheng Star Palace.

He once thought Zhu Xuehen and the eldest princess of the Royal Family were the most beautiful women, only to find there were so many more beautiful women in the world, lamenting he was a principled scoundrel; despite the vast choices of the weak water, he chose only a ladle—though a rather big one.

One radish, one hole; one colored pool, one weapon; Zhu Minglang diligently cultivated, not feeling tired even as the sun passed its zenith. Occasionally, he would stand, wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, and occasionally glance in the direction of the palace to make sure not to disturb the deeply sleeping Xuange beauty…

Who would have thought.

I, Zhu Minglang, am right in your yard!

As punishment for disturbing the bath of the god last night, I’m taking these Mysterious Ancient Weapons!

…

The afternoon sunlight was particularly gentle, devoid of any hint of heat but rather carrying a bit of warmth in the cool weather.

Xuange woke up from a slight nightmare and, for some reason, dreamed about the Flower Thief invading her Divine Palace.

Normally, she could instantly tell whether it was a dream or a premonition, but she felt somewhat delirious, having unexpectedly slept through the morning into noon, and was confused.

There was still a sticky sensation on her body that she had forcibly tried to dry off the night before. Xuange then remembered she had gone to bed without bathing.

Casually picking up a hairpin, she gathered her buttock-length hair and pinned it up, Xuange pushed open the cloud window and barefoot, stepped into the outside colored sand pool, the clothes draped over her smooth shoulders falling behind her onto the wooden deck…