BXBX NOVEL Chapter 109 - 110 Zhu Xuehen
“Are they strong characters from the Mysterious Continent??” asked the woman from the treasury.
Deputy Dean Bai Hongbo nodded.
“What clan are they from, and how many Lord Level powerhouses do they have?” Mr. Wu took a deep breath before finally raising this crucial question.
Bai Hongbo did not answer immediately but glanced at Nan Lingsha.
“One person, a Dragon Shepherd,” Nan Lingsha spoke slowly, her tone almost as if she herself could not bear to believe it.
“It is a Dragon Shepherd riding a Holy Lion Purple Dragon,” Bai Hongbo added.
This supplement shocked the several Lord-level powerhouses present to the extreme.
One man, destroyed the Sect Palace!!
Could this Dragon Shepherd be a deity! !
How did he manage to flatten that great authoritative Sect Palace all by himself??
Most importantly, the Sect Palace had a Monarch Level Powerhouse; it was because of his presence that the palace could stand tall above all other city-states.
If a powerhouse from the Mysterious Continent could destroy the Sect Palace, wouldn’t it mean that to them, this Li Chuan Continent is utterly insignificant!!
“Who is in control of this city!”
“Who is in control of this city!”
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the skies outside the Dragon Taming Academy.
The voice was not loud, and it was from a great distance, but each person could clearly hear every single word she said!
Several people immediately left the Bamboo Forest Pavilion, with Nan Lingsha even drawing a flying leaf-boat to take everyone to the top of the bamboo forest.
It wasn’t at the Dragon Taming Academy.
It was in the Ancestral Dragon City-State, seemingly right above the State Wall City Tower. From here, one could see a proud figure suspended in midair!
“Let’s go and see,” said Bai Hongbo, his face betraying his surprise.
The painted boat flew towards the State Wall of the Ancestral Dragon City-State, but everyone’s expression was extremely solemn; the closer they got, the clearer they could see the Holy Lion Purple Dragon coiled on the
majestic City cower…
Its majestic and divine posture was unlike any creature of this world, more like an Immortal Dragon from ancient mythology, overlooking this silver-gray Ancestral Dragon City-State, looking down upon all the Ordinary Spirits of the entire city-state!!
He is the Purple Dragon Shepherd who destroyed the Sect Palace!!
Next to him was a proud woman dressed in a Taoist robe, the one who questioned; her voice could carry hundreds of miles, ensuring that every person in the Ancestral Dragon City-State could hear her.
The Purple Dragon looked monumental in the sky, dazzling like a deity, its scales shining brighter than gold and jewels, let alone the man riding it, whose brows conveyed an authority that transcended all others, making people quiver uncontrollably with awe, despite him being neither fierce nor dreadful but merely calm! !
The painted boat continued its flight…
Dean Bai, Mr. Wu, and the treasury woman—all of them were flustered by these two individuals.
These two were the culprits who destroyed the Sect Palace yesterday!!
Could it be that for them, destroying the Sect Palace was as effortless as blowing off dust, and the very next day, they directly flew to the Ancestral Dragon City-State!
“I will negotiate with them; if the situation turns unfavorable, do not act rashly,” Nan Lingsha then said.
She let the others off the boat, evidently planning to confront those two supreme beings alone.
“I will join you, ” Zhu Minglang did not leave the painted boat.
That Purple Dragon character might appear gentle, but he emanated a dangerous aura. He killed so many from the Sect Palace without a tinge of malice on him; perhaps, to him, the living beings of this Li Chuan Continent were no different from ants.
Zhu Minglang couldn’t possibly allow Nan Lingsha to negotiate with such a dangerous individual.
Although Nan Lingsha had no intention of dragging Zhu Minglang into it, when he insisted on staying, she had no other choice.
The Purple Dragon man lounged casually atop the city tower, his gaze sweeping over the citizens of Ancestral Dragon City.
In the streets, on the roads, at the windows, countless people looked up at him, their faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment.
Through the long years, too many people lived like frogs at the bottom of a well, only seeing a small piece of sky, unaware that the world is more vast than they could imagine, unaware there are those more powerful than they know…
Oh, to them, he could no longer be categorized as human.
He was the heavens, akin to a deity!
A painted boat approached, and the Purple Dragon man noticed the man and woman on it immediately.
The woman seemed to be a God Mortal Painter, capable of manipulating brush and ink, creating extraordinary things, and the man…
“This city is the Ancestral Dragon City, and I am Nan Lingsha, the one in charge of it,” Nan Lingsha declared from the flying boat.
“Are you a Sect?”
“No, city-state tribes,” Nan Lingsha replied.
“If it’s not a Sect, take care of yourselves,” the Purple Dragon man said indifferently.
Nan Lingsha showed some confusion.
Were they here to destroy Sects?
In this Li Chuan Continent, there’s hardly any notion of Sects unless one counted the Sect Palace, which should be considered a gathering place for Dragon Shepherds and God Mortals; other than that, it’s mostly cities and city-states.
The Purple Dragon man bore no killing intent towards those in charge of the city-states, nor was he the least bit interested in the common people within them.
It was as if an Immortal had tread upon this mortal world, merely asking a casual question.
“A bunch of disorderly minor Sects, some city-states with mediocre resources, this land is all there is to it, less intriguing than I had imagined. Venerable One, we can head back now,” the Purple Dragon man said, greatly disappointed.
“Wait a moment,” said the woman with her hair in a Taoist bun.
“Venerable One, this is already the most prosperous city-state, there is no need to visit other places…” the Purple Dragon man said.
The woman in the Taoist bun walked on air, her every step as if striding on solid ground, yet with the city tower so high, her walking across the air without riding the wind or stepping on anything was truly inconceivable.
The Daoist woman with her hair bound up approached Nan Lingsha.
Dressed simply, she nonetheless exuded an authority that overwhelmed Nan Lingsha, making her feel as if she were facing a formidable adversary.
The woman’s cultivation base…
Feared to surpass her own by more than a single level, even the master of the Sect Palace definitely did not possess such a commanding presence!
Initially, Nan Lingsha thought that this powerful divine and mortal woman intended to kill her as a show of strength, but soon she realized the woman’s gaze was not even on her.
Her eyes looked past her, fixated on the person behind her.
“Zhu Minglang, ” the Daoist woman with her hair bound up uttered this name.
Nan Lingsha turned around in surprise…
How could a formidable being from a mysterious continent across the starry sky know Zhu Minglang’s name???
“Aunt Xuehen, ” Zhu Minglang said with a bitter smile, finally performing a courtesy due to an elder.
The Purple Dragon man was also astonished.
He looked at Zhu Xuehen, then at the man standing on the painting boat… How could there be someone here who is recognized by a person of such high esteem??
“Since you’re not dead, go back and report your safety,” the Daoist woman with her hair bound up initially had much to say, yet in the end, she still spoke these indifferent words to Zhu Minglang.
Report your safety.
Zhu Minglang wished he could!
Hadn’t he lost his way back?
“Aunt Xuehen, could you, out of consideration for your little nephew, let the war cease? I’ve heard that six cities have been slaughtered; they are but common people, why the need for such cruelty?” Zhu Minglang said.
“The war has nothing to do with me. If you want to intervene, why don’t you talk to the King yourself… oh, there are rumors that you lost your divine and mortal powers, could not withstand this calamity, and threw yourself into the abyss to die. It seems the rumors were half-true,” Zhu Xuehen responded indifferently.
“I am now a Dragon Shepherd,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Dragon Shepherd???” Zhu Xuehen suddenly chuckled, her laughter tinged with mockery.
The Purple Dragon man beside her was full of confusion.
What’s wrong with being a Dragon Shepherd…
After all, within the Sect, it was still the Dragon Shepherds who held the highest positions.
And who exactly was this man?
Zhu Minglang??
The name sounded familiar, and indeed, many years prior within the Zhu Gate, there was a very formidable person.
“Is she the wife you met on your travels, do you have children?” Zhu Xuehen scrutinized Nan Lingsha, seemingly very interested in her divine and mortal powers.
“????” Nan Lingsha’s eyes widened.
“This is my fiancée’s sister, Nan Lingsha,” Zhu Minglang answered truthfully.
“Go home and report your safety, let this woman bear you a child, raise the child with peace of mind. If they can inherit the divine and mortal powers from either of you, it would make up for many regrets of our clanspeople,” Zhu Xuehen continued.
I think I can still salvage this, can’t I?
Does Aunt need to be so disappointed in me?
Indeed, after nurturing me for so many years, in the end, I have lost every semblance of divine and mortal power.
In her eyes, I must have died a long time ago; suddenly appearing on this land probably can’t stir any ripples in her heart.
Zhu Xuehen has always been like this, aloof in nature, regarding family as nothing more than a nuisance that can be severed at whim, caring only about supreme power.
“Aunt Xuehen, about the matter just discussed, I still hope you will take care of it,” Zhu Minglang earnestly requested.
“I will ensure that no Sect opportunistically exploits others or kills the innocent indiscriminately, that is also my duty. But as for disputes among countries and city-states, leave it to fate.”
“That’s enough, thank you, Aunt. In a while, I will return to report my safety,” Zhu Minglang once again performed a gesture of gratitude.
Zhu Xuehen glanced at Nan Lingsha indifferently before finally withdrawing her gaze.
The Purple Dragon man stepped forward to give Zhu Minglang a serious look and then paused on Nan Lingsha as well.
“Dragon Shepherd, there aren’t many from Zhu Gate who are Dragon Shepherds, we should have a friendly match sometime,” the Purple Dragon man said with a smile to Zhu Minglang.
The man bowed and exhibited goodwill.
Zhu Minglang returned the gesture.
As Pu Shiming left riding the Holy Lion Purple Dragon, he made it a point to observe Zhu Xuehen’s profile.
In his interactions with Zhu Xuehen, Pu Shiming rarely saw her show any concern for anything or anyone, as if everything in the world was but insignificant dust.
Yet upon seeing this man named Zhu Minglang, a clear fluctuation of emotions could be seen in her eyes.
Even if it was full of disappointment…
To feel disappointment towards a person wasn’t it a sign that she once had great expectations for him?
If he truly didn’t matter, why would she react like this?
Pu Shiming rarely witnessed Zhu Xuehen’s emotional responses, yet from that moment on, he sensed a subtle shift in Zhu Xuehen’s state of mind.
In her daily life, she didn’t need to make any conscious effort to maintain her demeanor, always appearing detached from the mundane world, pure of heart and desiring little.
However, Zhu Xuehen was now actively avoiding thoughts, ignoring, and not letting that disappointment turn into sorrow within her heart, preventing it from surfacing in her eyes and expression..