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Zhu Minglang actually wanted to tell Zhu Xuehen the truth, that he was already able to see her true cultivation base, and after all, he did possess the Dragon King.

But before he could speak, her slender and proud figure had disappeared.

Blood covered the ground, gushing from beneath the soil like oil from a well.

Zhu Minglang sighed, shook his head, and called out the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.

The blood of thirteen thousand years was perfectly suited to the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s blood-drinking standards. After several days of travel, it was finally able to sate its hunger.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s method of drinking blood was quite unique; it did not drink like a cow by the riverbank but rather spread its star-patterned wings. Then the ground’s bright crimson blood was evaporated into threads of vapor by some force.

The blood-red vapor threads were absorbed into the dragon’s wings, and then its body—adorned with colorful scale feathers and agate-like muscles—started to glisten brightly…

Before long, the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon had drunk its fill.

Its wings could also store blood, so after a complete hunting success, it could last for half a month, or even, with some endurance, hold on for a month.

Ten Thousand Year Saint Spirits…

These things aren’t exactly found everywhere.

The energy provided by their thousand-year blood was extremely vast, and coupled with the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s absorption of spiritual energy, as well as the absorption of starlight, it could maintain a good condition.

“Now that you’re well-fed, you should do something for me,” Zhu Minglang said to the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon propped up its body using its tail and waist, its captivating and haughty eyes fixed on Zhu Minglang, seeming somewhat reluctant.

Every fight that isn’t about food, is this human Dragon Shepherd not just taking a free ride!

“Someone is trying to harm me, you can’t just ignore that. If I die and the Spirit Contract breaks, your unstable foundations as a Dragon King might make you revert to your original form, not to mention that your cultivation could be damaged,” Zhu Minglang said.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon hesitated.

“That settles it, then. Deal with that person, and you can go back to having a beautiful sleep,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Mmph?” The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon hadn’t agreed yet—does this human have a problem understanding the language of dragons?

He who takes advantage of others relies on their kindness, and he who benefits from them is softened.

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon agreed anyway, and this was thanks to Zhu Xuehen, who had dealt with the Stone Fairy and Ghost of thirteen thousand years, allowing the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon to drink the Holy Spirit Blood without expending any effort.

Of course, the person Zhu Minglang was intending to deal with was Pu Shiming.

This matter wasn’t going to be easy to settle, as Zhu Minglang understood that petty and evil people often don’t know what it means to repent.

If Pu Shiming continued to believe that Zhu Minglang was easy to crush, then he would undoubtedly be vile again.

Therefore, Zhu Minglang felt it was necessary to track Pu Shiming and then find a suitable opportunity…

Pu Shiming hadn’t deliberately concealed his aura, and Zhu Minglang had been vigilant when he left.

The disgraced Pu Shiming didn’t go somewhere secluded to reflect but instead headed to a bamboo township.

After what seemed like communication with others, Pu Shiming soon went to wait in a Purple Bamboo Forest outside the town.

His expression was extremely gloomy. He probably didn’t expect Zhu Minglang to follow him at all. He didn’t even use his Spiritual Sense to inspect his surroundings and instead vented his inner fury to the empty bamboo forest, talking to himself.

Zhu Xuehen’s sword had likely shattered his pride completely.

For many years, two people have been the talk of the Imperial City, Pu Shiming and Zhu Xuehen. Outsiders viewed them as advancing and retreating together, inseparable, as if they were a match made in heaven. Even many of the Pu Clan’s elders intentionally tried to bring them together.

In Pu Shiming’s eyes, it seemed that Zhu Xuehen had also tacitly agreed.

Even though she was not good at expressing her feelings, Pu Shiming felt that was just her nature.

It wasn’t until today that Pu Shiming realized how foolish and miserable he was!

“Shameless, utterly shameless!!” Pu Shiming kept repeating these words.

They were uncle and niece by blood, yet their feelings were inappropriate!!

These two, they were shameless!!

Zhu Minglang was not far from the Bamboo Forest, hearing Pu Shiming’s bitter condemnation, he couldn’t help but touch his nose.

What had he done to be labeled shameless??

What had he and Zhu Xuehen done?

Wasn’t it perfectly normal for her to care about him?

After all, they had grown up together, been in each other’s company for so long. In fact, Zhu Minglang felt that there was an emotional barrier between him and Zhu Xuehen—they should have been even closer.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang understood why Pu Shiming had asked if there was any blood relationship between him and Zhu Xuehen.

But up until now, everything Zhu Xuehen had shown him was merely the concern that comes from kinship. Why would Pu Shiming misconstrue it as being “shameless”?

Forget it, a sick person will misinterpret everything, always associating it with the most vile and indecent of thoughts.

Zhu Minglang continued to watch for a while and, confirming there was no one else nearby, he also prepared to make his move.

Simultaneously, footsteps sounded at the edge of the Bamboo Forest. Zhu Minglang pushed the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon’s head back into the sigil, telling it to wait a little longer.

“Shiming, you’ve called for us, could it be you’ve found something important?” a Hall Master from the Purple Sect Clan approached, dressed entirely in black.

“Get rid of someone for me,” Pu Shiming said directly.

“Right now?” asked the Hall Master in black.

Behind the Hall Master, there were several other people also dressed in black, likely to be Deacons of the Purple Sect Clan, with not inconsiderable Cultivation Bases.

“Yes, now,” Pu Shiming said.

“Is he very strong?” the Hall Master in black inquired.

“Just a piece of trash, but I need you to do it without leaving any trace. Best… best make it look like the work of Immortal Ghosts!” Pu Shiming’s eyes suddenly lit up as he thought of this perfect way to cover up the crime.

“Good. We will do as instructed,” the Hall Master in black nodded without asking anything further, as though killing was his very vocation.

“Leave him breathing, I want him to become a complete and utter invalid, do you understand what I mean?” Pu Shiming said coldly.

“Understood. It’s not the first time handling such matters,” the Hall Master in black responded.

“Fine. The person is Zhu Minglang, son of the Zhu Heavenly Officer,” Pu Shiming finally revealed his target.

“Him again??” the Hall Master in black exclaimed in surprise.

“Is there a problem?” Pu Shiming asked.

“King An had also been wanting to deal with this person, and he had approached us. Han Gong considered the possibility that Zhu Heavenly Officer might trace it back to us, so he shifted the task to the Blade Sect. The Blade Sect failed, and King An ended up exposing some matters…” the Hall Master in black explained.

“The Blade Sect bunch of wine bags and rice buckets, how could they compare with you of the Black Palm Hall?” Pu Shiming said.