Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1342 - 1346: Well of the Imprisoned Dragon

Chapter 1342: Chapter 1346: Well of the Imprisoned Dragon

Ji Yuanye felt a slight decrease in his inner doubts upon hearing this.

This person was undoubtedly exceptional.

They must have crossed paths a century ago in the Dragon Gate, exchanged polite bows without clashing, and had even briefly offered mutual aid.

The passage of time within the Dragon Gate is as elusive as it is volatile—sometimes interminably long, sometimes extraordinarily fleeting. Even Daoist companions who journey together within it can be completely forgotten, let alone those who’ve merely encountered each other a handful of times and exchanged mutual admiration.

No one who hasn’t endured the tribulations of the Dragon Gate could speak such words. Ji Yuanye tentatively acknowledged Zhu Minglang’s identity, but his vigilance remained firmly in place.

"I’m not faring much better either. The path of cultivation is long and arduous. A century ago, I was just like you—young and impetuous, believing I could cover the heavens with one hand, only to discover that there’s always a higher sky and stronger people beyond one’s grasp..." Ji Yuanye said.

"Ah, after enduring calamities in the Fourth Layer of Heaven, I came to realize the immense gap between myself and true immortals and demons. But such is life—full of rises and falls, twists and turns. Encountering you here today has, oddly enough, lightened my heart. May I ask, Daoist Brother, what grand matters occupy you here? Is there perhaps a need for my assistance?" Zhu Minglang inquired.

Ji Yuanye also spoke in vague terms and then paused for a moment.

The two conversed with intermittent casual remarks as if they were familiar old friends, despite being separated by a group of imposing Daoists. Everyone understood the unspoken rules of the Dragon Gate: never trust anyone, not even the Daoist companion beside you.

Ji Yuanye could sense the similar aura emanating from the other and grew increasingly certain that this young man must be at the level of a venerable monster.

"To be honest, I’ve actually encountered some minor obstacles. As you can see, the spells we deploy in Jun Tian are forbidden techniques, yet in Hao Tian, they are considered the practices of a Prosperous Immortal Gate... We are not well-received in Jun Tian, which is why we must act with such caution," Ji Yuanye explained.

"It’s merely a matter of perspective," Zhu Minglang replied.

Whether divine skills are righteous or evil usually depends on the wielder, not the nature of artifacts like the Dragon Soul Immortal Flag. If it’s used specifically to seal the souls of Evil Dragons and Wicked Dragons, it would indeed be regarded as just and righteous.

However, speaking of such abilities, the distinction between good and evil blurs—but the individual who shattered billions of beings in the First Heavenly Dragon Gate is unquestionably an irredeemable Evil God!

That individual must be one of the gods decreed by Fu Chen to be slain, likely the top name on the list at one point!

If he could vanquish them, perhaps he’d be blessed by the heavens with "boundless fortune"—an extraordinary gift like the Six Divine Cleansing or an even higher-level Immortal Root and Spirit Root.

However, their strength must undoubtedly be unparalleled, comparable at least to the likes of the Weaver Star or Kang’s Star Officer, and no weaker than the Immortal Elders of the Southern Heavenly Palace.

Forget about taking him down.

The hundred Daoists in this White Jade Plain would be enough to kill him several times over.

Even the threat posed by four Azure Python Daoists wielding Dragon Soul Immortal Flags would be intimidating. If all hundred Daoists brandished their flags in concert, the result would be truly terrifying.

"If Daoist Brother has such magnanimity, then all is well. This Little Fairy Village is actually a Well of the Imprisoned Dragon. I happen to have some private ties with a notable figure from the Southern Heavenly Palace who instructed me to come here to subdue a Divine Dragon sealed within the well. They intend to make this dragon the guardian beast of the Southern Heavenly Palace," Ji Yuanye disclosed.

Zhu Minglang followed his gaze, and sure enough, saw a well at the center of the White Jade Plain.

At first glance, it appeared no different from a common village spring well, but upon closer inspection with Divine Sense, he noticed that the rim and walls of the well were covered in densely inscribed ancient scriptures. The entity sealed below was undoubtedly world-shaking!

"Difficult to handle?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Indeed, it’s difficult. We’ve spent a considerable fortune on isolation talismans to sever this place from the outside world. We plan to break the seal and attempt to tame the dragon," Ji Yuanye said.

"What a pity. I’m quite weak right now," Zhu Minglang sighed.

"No matter, no matter. Since Daoist Brother is affiliated with the Southern Heavenly Palace, we are essentially working towards a shared goal for the Palace. Would you be willing to take the lead for us? We merely need you to exhaust some of the dragon’s strength—this would be a tremendous favor. Should you succeed, I will personally ensure profound gratitude," Ji Yuanye said with sincerity, bowing deeply to express his earnestness.

Zhu Minglang immediately understood his intentions.

He wanted to discern whether Zhu Minglang was a true ally or merely feigning camaraderie.

If Zhu Minglang refused to act, it would undermine the supposed friendship from a century past, making his intrusion here seem suspicious.

Ji Yuanye would not easily let him leave.

Zhu Minglang dared to enter partly because he had confidence.

After all, no one here besides Ji Yuanye could withstand even a single sword strike from the Sword Spirit Dragon.

Of course, due to Flare’s constraints, Zhu Minglang had to be cautious about using the Sword Spirit Dragon. He was still doing well in the Southern Heavenly Palace and had no desire to flee recklessly.

"If so, I will assist Brother Ji," Zhu Minglang agreed, aligning with his counterpart’s proposition.

Let’s assess the situation first—if something seems amiss, fleeing in time should still be an option.

If retreat proves impossible, the Sword Spirit Dragon remains capable of leveling the field outright!

"Then I shall unseal the Well of the Imprisoned Dragon. Daoist Brother, prepare to unleash your methods—drag this dragon beast out for as long as you can, and leave the rest to us," Ji Yuanye declared.

Zhu Minglang nodded but secretly cursed the man for being a cunning schemer!

If Ji Yuanye had resorted to direct confrontation like the Bright Moon God, Zhu Minglang could’ve retaliated mercilessly.

But this man was incredibly patient, probing with just the right level of caution.

Zhu Minglang, too, had to remain calm.

The game would be played slowly—a tactical negotiation.

"Let it begin," Zhu Minglang responded with a display of uncommon celestial composure and confidence.

Ji Yuanye nodded as well and gave commands to his grand troupe of disciples, "Break the seal—release the Imprisoned Dragon!!"

As his words fell, the ancient scriptures suddenly erupted with the scorching brilliance of blazing suns, a light so intense it forced everyone to shield their eyes. Amid the dazzling radiance, Zhu Minglang glimpsed the well transforming into a breathtaking abyssal spring. It seemed less like a structure on the surface and more like a portal to the ancient subterranean domain—the well was akin to an opening into the Demon Abyss Shore!

"Gaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A piercing dragon cry, sharp as the crackling of electricity, shattered the air. In the next moment, every inhabitant of the Little Fairy Village felt as though struck by lightning—an unbearable numbing sensation akin to standing in a thunderous storm-blasted pool, enduring relentless punishment!

"Here it comes! Activate the Grinding Dragon Banner Formation!!!" Ji Yuanye, evidently well-prepared, commanded his disciples with urgency.

At his signal, a hundred elite Daoists collectively wielded their Dragon Soul Flags, summoning an endless flood of Ghost Serpent spirits. These Ghost Serpents contorted like countless eels writhing in a desiccated pond, their massive numbers and frantic movements creating a truly horrifying spectacle!