Dragon Tamer

Suddenly, a restless disturbance transmitted from the marks of the Veins of the Earth above them, which also mixed with some heart-palpitating roars!

At this moment, three elders from Zhu Gate sprang into action. One of them was a Sword Master, who carried an immensely heavy Big Sword on his back.

Giving a glance to the other two, the Big Sword elder spoke, “It should be that Thirty Thousand Year Old Malevolent Water Dragon. I’ll go and drive it away.”

“We’ll also clear out some of the sea demons nearby,” the other two Dragon Shepherd elders said.

No sooner had they spoken than the three elders soared into action, charging into the depths of the sea.

All three elders possessed King Level strength!

Zhu Gate elders, all top-tier powerhouses serving Zhu Gate, were primarily known for their Casting Art. The family members who truly practiced were not many, and it was due to the existence of these elders that other major forces were very wary of Zhu Gate these days.

Overly powerful casting art could attract countless experts. Although these elders might not all be utterly loyal, swearing to die for Zhu Gate, as long as they were seated and sweeping obstacles for the clan, they already brought great benefits to the Family Door.

“The marks of the Veins of the Earth also harbor some excessively powerful Ancient Beasts. Each year, there are no small number of thousand-year ocean Holy Spirits that inadvertently enter here and then are burned to death by the Earth Vein Lava. Although there’s no worry they can take it away, it seriously affects the stability of the Earth Vein Lava, so we must come to clean up periodically, especially we cannot allow too powerful Holy Spirits to get close…” Zhu Wangxing began to explain to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang nodded. This job of sweeping the marks of the Veins of the Earth was definitely not for ordinary people; no wonder it required four elder-level figures to work together!

Seeing that all four elders were at King Level, Zhu Minglang also felt somewhat relieved. Even if King An and An Qingfeng had any moves to make, they would have to get past these four powerful elders first.

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After the cleanup was finished, everyone left the marks of the Veins of the Earth.

Before leaving, Zhu Minglang took a small half bottle of this special Earth Vein Lava with a purifying bottle, claiming it as a kind of collection.

But in fact, Zhu Minglang had other plans.

Just a single drop of this Earth Vein Lava could create a momentum akin to a fierce fire. If this bottle were combined with those Wind Crystal Particles, it felt like they could directly blast through any vein of ore with the potency of high explosives.

If used against people…

That scene would certainly be incredibly beautiful!

Once they surfaced, Zhu Minglang once again looked around, curious about how Zhu Wangxing could discern this specific location, seeing as there were neither any islands nor marks to serve as a reference.

It was obviously not feasible to post guards at the marks of the Veins of the Earth, but under such circumstances, simply remembering its location meant other powers, even if covetous, would find it difficult to locate this special mark of the Veins of the Earth.

It was relatively safe, so no wonder only Zhu Wangxing and the four elders knew the path to this secret realm.

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Back in Qin City, Zhu Minglang began to work on two pieces of Dragon Armor.

The Melting Fire Armor already had a complete shape; Zhu Minglang’s task was to obtain sufficiently stable Earth Vein Lava to strengthen and refine it, and ideally, to activate one of the inscriptions embedded within the Melting Fire Armor, elevating the entire piece of Dragon Armor to a higher level.

After burying himself in research for a day or two, just as night fell, Zhu Huo came to report some news.

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Following Zhu Huo’s intentions, he had already mastered the exact whereabouts of Zhao Yin Ge and had chosen to make his move tonight.

Zhu Minglang did not ask further, leaving it to him to proceed.

Zhu Huo also understood that to regain trust, he had to capture Zhao Yin Ge without hesitation…

After Zhu Huo left, Zhu Minglang, who appeared indifferent, quietly followed him.

Although Zhao Yin Ge was a useless person, he was still a dispatched Princely Heir. Considering the previous troubles Zhao Yin Ge had caused and his recent attempt to have someone disguise as a florist to kill him, Zhu Minglang could have buried him alive long ago.

Of course, he had to take into account An Qingfeng and Zhao Yu.

If An Qingfeng and Zhao Yu caught a hold of any incriminating evidence against him, it wouldn’t be good to explain to the Emperor.

Having Zhu Huo take action was the most appropriate course.

But whether Zhu Huo was a bought spy or a loyal core member of Zhu Gate, his actions tonight would make it clear.

Therefore, on the surface, Zhu Minglang would not concern himself with any of Zhu Huo’s actions. Whether he succeeded in dealing with Zhao Yin Ge or failed, it had nothing to do with him. He would have to atone for his own mistakes.

In secret, Zhu Minglang still followed Zhu Huo, waiting to see the situation clearly before deciding whether to appear and take action.

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For this operation, Zhu Huo had made use of some of Zhu Gate’s informants.

But it seemed that Zhu Huo was the only one taking action, and he was a Sword Master.

Zhu Gate and Sword Sect had always had a deep connection, with several of the most core elders being at the Sword Venerate level, and a portion of the Hall Masters, Deacons, and other officials were disciples trained in the Sword Sect, tasked with guarding the Family Door.

After all, the Family Door’s core was in casting art, and without any combat capabilities, it was susceptible to being wiped out in one fell swoop, especially now, standing in such a precarious position at the helm of the Family Door.

Dressed in black night clothes, Zhu Huo checked in with a few informants and then headed to a tea garden.

The tea garden was particularly elegant, with tea bushes neatly pruned behind the mountain, and the fragrance of fresh tea leaves already permeating the interior and exterior of the garden.

Zhao Yin Ge had no apparent plans, but in a teahouse in the garden, there was a delicately dressed little princess, waiting for the arrival of a Princely Heir from the Imperial City.

“A secret rendezvous, huh? Zhao Yin Ge does have good taste. That little princess, I seem to recall Zhu Rongrong mentioning that she’s especially fond of throwing herself at men,” Zhu Minglang said from his hiding spot, quietly observing.

Zhu Minglang also remembered that little princess. She had taken the initiative to come over with flower tea, pour wine, and chat at the chrysanthemum party. Besides, she had also acted this forwardly toward a few other notables.

With Zhu Rongrong by Zhu Minglang’s side, she was very wary of this little princess and behaved extremely unfriendly toward her.

Zhu Minglang was curious, and after this little princess left, Zhu Rongrong finally told him: this little princess was known in Qin City as a social butterfly, also notorious for being opportunistic and quite flirtatious!

She would seduce any man who could bring her benefits.

Zhu Rongrong was very guarded against her, probably worried that her cousin, who had traveled from afar, would be ensnared by such a woman.

“Her taste is still as terrible as ever. This little princess’s beauty doesn’t even compare to that ugly courtesan. Is Zhao Yin Ge not picky due to starvation, or have the quality princesses already been picked over by An Qingfeng and Zhao Yu, who have higher status?” Zhu Minglang mockingly thought to himself.

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