Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1375 - 1379 Cultivation

Chapter 1375: Chapter 1379 Cultivation

"We’ve already met. I asked them to head back first. If there’s something to chat about, we can take our time," said the Weaver Star.

"No, don’t! I haven’t had a proper look at them yet. Bring them over here," said the Ancestral Temple Goddess.

The Weaver Star noticed that her close friend was finally speaking somewhat reasonably, so she brought the four disciples over to her.

Stepping lightly upon soft velvet cushions, the Weaver Star’s gaze passed through the thin, rosy curtain. She saw the Ancestral Temple Goddess with bare, porcelain-like feet, draped in a slim-fitting and comfortable snowy white robe. Yet the garment didn’t fully cover her figure—most of her jade-like legs remained exposed as she lounged lazily on the fragrant couch, which seemed just a touch improper.

If it were just her, the Weaver Star wouldn’t have minded much.

But among her disciples, there was a male disciple present. That young man’s resolve might be put to the test!

"Come here, Sky Zither. Sit beside me. You look so beautiful today; let me touch you..." The Ancestral Temple Goddess said coquettishly.

She wore an ornate gold and jade facepiece that hid much of her features, but through the carved openings in the adornment, glimpses of her enchanting eyes, delicate lips, and radiant cheeks could still be caught—her allure matched her tantalizing voice, tugging at the heartstrings.

Especially hard to overlook were the elegantly divine legs emerging from beneath the hem of her robe. Zhu Minglang, though a man who prided himself on steadfast self-control, couldn’t help but unconsciously swallow hard.

Click, click!

Such a beauty, no less captivating than the Weaver Star herself!

And her aura could not have been more different from the Weaver Star’s impeccably upright demeanor—she was irresistibly alluring, as if her charm could overturn gendered desires entirely!

The Weaver Star took a seat beside her and immediately picked up a small cushion nearby, placing it carefully over the Ancestral Temple Goddess’s jade-like legs.

"Zhu Lang, step outside for a moment," said the Weaver Star.

"Oh, alright..." Zhu Minglang realized this was likely a private space for ladies and thought it best not to disturb them—especially since if he stayed any longer, the redness threatening his nose might betray him.

"It’s fine. He’s still so young, an age where he doesn’t understand much of anything," the Ancestral Temple Goddess said with a sparkling smile, clearly not bothered by Zhu Minglang’s presence.

Hearing this, Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but marvel. With this good-looking face he had now, the elder sisters were entirely off guard!

The Weaver Star could only sigh in resignation, but her gaze still conveyed a clear warning to Zhu Minglang—not to overstep his bounds!

Zhu Minglang had no choice but to hang his head low. Truth be told, he had kept his head down ever since entering, wary of catching sight of something he shouldn’t. Certain deities appeared serene and open, but in reality, held onto grudges fiercely. Zhu Minglang had no interest in earning an accusation of disrespect.

Looking down, all he could see were feet.

They were so pale, soft, and smooth, with a slight adorable puffiness to them...

You could probably play with them all day without ever growing bored—ah, don’t entertain such inappropriate thoughts!

His resolve—he must maintain his spiritual resolve. He was still at an age where he was supposed to understand nothing. His persona could not collapse!

"Where did you find such a little disciple? He’s quite handsome, with such a clean disposition. He’s immediately likable at first glance. Give him a few more years, and he might grow into a divinely charming man who could captivate all the fairies," the Ancestral Temple Goddess said with a playful laugh.

"He was selected during the Southern Heavenly Palace’s competition," said the Weaver Star.

"Your taste is impeccable. Nowadays, it’s so rare to see such pure and untouched young men. Even his cultivation base... Well done, well done. Frankly, there are few men in this world who are worthy of us. For those like you and me, with our celestial grace, we should cultivate them ourselves... Out there, where could we find one as clean and pleasing as one we cultivated personally?" said the Ancestral Temple Goddess.

With those words, the Weaver Star could no longer sit still.

"Did you indulge too much before the ceremony? Why are you spouting drunken nonsense!" said the Weaver Star, her face flushed red, shooting an exasperated glare at the Ancestral Temple Goddess.

Keeping his head lowered, Zhu Minglang was still gazing at those delicate feet. Suddenly hearing such a startling topic, he couldn’t help but freeze in place.

Do fairies talk this boldly in private?!

"Speaking of wine... I suddenly feel like having a drink. Your little disciple reminds me somewhat of an old friend of mine. He stirs up a certain sadness just by the sight of him," the Ancestral Temple Goddess said as she reached for a bottle of wine.

She didn’t bother with a cup. Raising the small flask, she slightly parted her lips and began to drink.

Without meaning to, Zhu Minglang raised his head and caught this exact moment—her wine cascading into her lips. The sight was strikingly intoxicating, igniting a memory deep within him, an image from Dragon Gate’s cycle of reincarnation. Fiery red lips; a charm one could hardly resist; a demon fire scalding the depths of his heart...

It felt like a dream from a forgotten realm—or perhaps a distant recollection!

Zhu Minglang stared at her. The image of the Ancestral Temple Goddess sipping wine suddenly seemed stripped of its earlier heat and seduction as the flickers of melancholy rippled across her breathtaking features. This sorrow struck a chord, overlapping with his hazy memory, sending an electrifying sensation throughout Zhu Minglang’s body!

He knew her!

Knew her all too well!

"Zhu Lang!"

The Weaver Star’s voice cut through the air, tinged with stern reproach.

But Zhu Minglang didn’t respond.

The Weaver Star flicked her fingers across the air, generating a faint chord of sound. Though the note was pleasant, to Zhu Minglang—caught in his vortex of memories—it jolted him sharply. It managed to drag him back to reality.

His eyes returned to clarity as he glanced first at the Ancestral Temple Goddess, then at the slightly irritated Weaver Star.

The Ancestral Temple Goddess was smiling, yet her smile contained layers of complex emotions. That melancholy continued to unfold within her expression.

Meanwhile, the Weaver Star looked visibly annoyed, clearly feeling that Zhu Minglang’s behavior had crossed a line—her usual leniency toward this disciple proving fully inappropriate in such a setting.

"Don’t blame him. This is merely the most ordinary response for a young man," said the Ancestral Temple Goddess.

"He’s a divine being, not some common youth," the Weaver Star retorted with greater strictness.

"My apologies. My spiritual resolve still requires greater tempering," said Zhu Minglang, realizing his falter and quickly apologizing.

"I quite like your three disciples... This one must be Gong Yuexia, right? Yes, yes, her conviction is strong, her spirit singular. And this one is Nie Qiqi, is it? Heroic Moon Xian has already mentioned her to me—exceptional talent and utterly adorable," said the Ancestral Temple Goddess.

"And this one is Qin Wu," said the Weaver Star.

"Oh," the Ancestral Temple Goddess replied flatly, as though Qin Wu wasn’t even there.

The stark dismissal immediately darkened Qin Wu’s expression.

Ignored outright?!

And earlier, the Ancestral Temple Goddess had specifically mentioned liking the three disciples.

Zhu Lang—of course, she explicitly liked him.

Gong Yuexia and Nie Qiqi—both received her praise.

But her? Where was she left??

Qin Wu failed miserably at masking her emotions—her dissatisfaction nearly surfaced blatantly.

The Weaver Star threw her an icy glare, reminding her exactly who she was facing. That alone forced Qin Wu to suppress her bubbling resentment.

Inside her heart, Qin Wu seethed.

This Zhu Lang—his eyes had almost flung themselves onto the Ancestral Temple Goddess, yet she didn’t reprimand him. Meanwhile, she herself had carefully adhered to propriety and respect, only to be entirely overlooked!