Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1384 - 1388: Season of the Golden Crow

Chapter 1384: Chapter 1388: Season of the Golden Crow

The old Kirin Demon seemed like he still had something to say.

But after thinking for a moment, since this brat has a way to communicate with his nephew, there’s no need to be in such a rush.

This brat looks like the type who loves money and women; give him some benefits in the future, and he’ll surely help out.

Thus, the old Kirin Demon nodded and agreed to Zhu Minglang’s proposal.

"But didn’t you say earlier that you’d provide some compensation to the Frog Immortal?" Zhu Minglang, as always, acted fairly.

"Haha, compensation? This old Kirin Demon better not stir up trouble in my Southern Sea anymore, and I’d burn incense to thank my ancestors! Just get rid of this old monster for me quickly," the Frog Immortal said.

Although the Frog Immortal wasn’t afraid of the Kirin Demon, in terms of sheer power, the Kirin Demon was indeed superior. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been the Kirin Demon’s claw piercing into the Frog Immortal’s heart.

"I misjudged you. I will compensate you as you deserve. Rest assured, old sea monster. In these ancient times, there aren’t many beings at our level left. There’s no need for a fight to the death," said the Kirin Demon.

"You still have the face to talk! Who was it that acted like a rabid dog trying to tear me apart? Who saw that damned bead and wanted to exterminate my entire clan? You mutt! If it weren’t for you cultivating a few years earlier than me, I’d have torn you to shreds!" The Frog Immortal roared furiously.

"If you’d answered me honestly at the time, would that have been so hard? Why did you act all territorial like some sewer snake? The kind that thinks it’s a Heavenly Dragon while wallowing in filth! You’re the real sneaky bastard!" The Kirin Demon snapped back without mercy.

"Fine, fine, nobody’s leaving then! If you don’t drown in ten years, let’s make it a hundred!" the Frog Immortal replied.

"If you’ve got guts, untangle yourself from me, and let’s fight fair and square. If either of us dies, no whining!" The Kirin Demon countered.

Zhu Minglang slapped his forehead. He couldn’t figure out if these two ancient demon cultivators were short a few brain cells.

"Could it be that you two are entwined in passion now? The matter is already clear; aren’t you planning to separate? Why don’t you just make a Kirin-Frog Dragon here and now, settle the grudge with goodwill, and create a beautiful story for the demon cultivators?" Zhu Minglang quipped.

"Bah!"

"Don’t disgust me, you fool!"

...

Even though both of the demon cultivators wanted to let go, their prolonged entanglement had left the claw embedded into the Frog Immortal’s flesh practically fused together. It seemed separating would require some time.

Zhu Minglang decided to leave these two shameless demon cultivators alone and dove deep under the crimson skull rock to discover the Undersea Soul Tomb!

The Soul Tomb beneath the sea was brimming with concentrated energy from the burial grounds of the ocean. It was a divine nourishment for the lineages of the undead, and Zhu Minglang felt that the Soul Tomb, being one of the Six Divine Cleansings, was clearly in excess.

With such richness, could Chongwang Dragon even digest it?

As Zhu Minglang pondered this question, he immediately realized that even if it couldn’t bear the overwhelming spiritual energy and exploded from the strain, it wouldn’t matter much to Chongwang Dragon—it could revive itself!

Oh, the solution was so effortlessly simple.

Honestly, after all the hardship he endured in the Dragon Gate cycles, cultivation now seemed far too smooth!

It was purely down to divine luck, requiring almost no effort at all!

...

When Zhu Minglang returned to Black Coral Island, he saw Nan Yuso playing with the Earthbound Dragon.

The Earthbound Dragon was exceptionally docile, allowing Nan Yuso to gently stroke the antennae near its Dragon Horn.

Nearby, Qiao Caiqing was watering some medicinal plants with spiritual dew. She was patiently telling Nan Yuso stories about her encounters with Zhu Minglang, her little junior brother.

"Resolved?" Nan Yuso gazed at Zhu Minglang and asked.

"Yeah, no big deal. Old Heavenly Father already paved the road for me; I just had to take a step forward," Zhu Minglang replied.

"Nice, you’re certainly a man of destiny now," Nan Yuso commented.

"Junior brother, I’m facing a dilemma and need your advice," Qiao Caiqing said.

"Sure, tell me." Zhu Minglang said.

"Here’s the thing: I once did Qin Wu a favor. She asked me to use Feng Shui to locate the site of an ancient ruined temple, and I obliged. However, one time, Xiao Xiao and I went to a nearby mountain town to buy spiritual seeds, only to find out a Ning Temple had been built there. The strange thing is...the temple seems to be Our God’s incarnation." Qiao Caiqing explained.

Hearing this, Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Nan Yuso.

Qin Wu...

Though she was now the direct disciple of Weaver Star, establishing an incarnation temple for the star seemed reasonable. The issue was that her specialty lay in musical arts, not in faith.

Faith was managed by Gong Yuexia.

If Gong Yuexia wanted to establish a new Weaver incarnation temple on the ruins of an ancient one, it wouldn’t be unusual; after all, faith thrives on spreading roots far and wide.

But for Qin Wu to concern herself with such matters—it was peculiar.

"When did she ask you to do this?" Zhu Minglang inquired.

"Just a few months before the direct disciple competition," Qiao Caiqing answered.

Zhu Minglang began to ponder.

Qin Wu and Qiao Caiqing were both devotees of the Weaver Star.

Back when they were inner sect disciples in the Southern Heavenly Palace, Qiao Caiqing and Qin Wu had been relatively close, though Qiao Caiqing was treated more like a maid.

"Do you know Qin Wu’s background?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Apparently, she’s a princess from some country," Qiao Caiqing said.

"Interesting..." Zhu Minglang mused.

"Indeed," Nan Yuso said with a sly smile.

From the beginning, Nan Yuso hadn’t taken kindly to Qin Wu when Weaver Star brought four disciples. Qin Wu’s mind didn’t seem as pure as the other two.

It turned out Nan Yuso’s intuition was correct—the Weaver Star’s female disciple did possess secrets.

"Looks like we might see her at the Golden Crow celebration," Zhu Minglang remarked.

"I’ve visited that ancient temple, and I might say something offensive to Our God—it just gives an odd feeling, almost as though it’s a different manifestation of Our God," Qiao Caiqing said.

"Senior sister, Qin Wu is likely a false devotee. You’re the true believer here. If this matter is handled well, I can recommend you to our senior master; perhaps she might accept you as a registered disciple. This clue you provided could be crucial—it might even affect her celestial path." Zhu Minglang said with a grin.

"Really?" Qiao Caiqing’s eyes lit up.

"All depends on what secrets Qin Wu is hiding!" Zhu Minglang replied.

...

This year, summer arrived unusually late. It wasn’t until June that the Golden Crow appeared, signifying changes in the seasons, spiritual rhythms, light spectrums, dark phases, and the celestial alignments.

The solar turnover wasn’t fixed at four months.

Sometimes, the same sun might dominate for an entire year; other times, eight or nine suns might rotate within the span of a year.

All this required balance.

The June Golden Crow seemed particularly glaring, almost as if kept sealed for several months. Now, eager to assert its sovereignty, it extravagantly showered its brilliance upon the land.

After the rainy season passed, the heat began.

On the day of welcoming the Golden Crow, the entire Golden Crow God City transformed into a desert-like stronghold of scalding winds. Yet its inhabitants were undeterred; they reveled in delight, wearing minimal clothing to expose their skin to the sun’s golden rays. In the grand courtyard, they danced and sang, flicking cool well water from willow leaves onto passersby as gestures of warmth and blessing.