Dragon Tamer - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Chapter 343: Annihilation of the Sect?

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At the post station, those so-called righteous people were staring with their eyes wide and mouths agape!

Why had the River Immortal Ghost exuded such a terrifying aura earlier, one so horrifying that everyone lost their sense of righteousness, standing afar like cowards, only daring to sigh and not approach?

Yet now, the River Immortal Ghost resembled a tiny sprite, casually mauled by the arriving man’s dragon as if it were a toy.

Was the River Immortal Ghost too weak, or was this man in front of them too powerful?

The answer is definitely the latter, as these people had just witnessed the strength of the River Immortal Ghost with their own eyes.

There was only one reason it could be taken down so effortlessly!

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“May I ask, Dragon Herding Sanctifier, is this a higher Dragon King? So… so impressive,” a Dragon Shepherd in his thirties dared to approach and asked in a low voice.

“Ignorant, to kill the River Immortal Ghost so easily, the sanctifier’s dragon must be a Peak Dragon King, could it be that the sanctifier is from the Purple Sect Clan??” a man riding a tiger beast dragon said.

Zhu Minglang heard these people’s discussion and couldn’t help but smile, yet he did not respond.

He walked towards Wen Mengru and Bai Qin’an, who were trapped in the center of the water flow.

The two Swordswomen had extremely poor complexions, as if they had endured a great shock, like little birds in a forest after a storm, still frightened and likely to remain so for a long time.

Zhu Minglang took off his water flask and handed it to them, telling them to calm their emotions first.

Zhu Minglang was also puzzled in his heart; the River Immortal Ghost was indeed a very strange creature, powerful and eerie, tormenting people’s souls, but it shouldn’t have frightened the two heart-and-sword cultivating Swordswomen to this extent.

With Bai Qin’an’s strength, she should have been able to contend with the River Immortal Ghost.

“Come with me to the inn to rest first, and we can talk about what happened slowly,” said Zhu Minglang as he helped the two Swordswomen up.

“We… we saw…”

“Don’t rush, don’t worry, you need rest, forget what you saw for now,” Zhu Minglang comforted.

The two Swordswomen were obviously unsettled, which Zhu Minglang could tell from their expressions and condition. The matter was definitely not simple, and he even felt they were forcing themselves to prevent a mental collapse…

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In such a state, asking them to recall and speak of it would be like pushing them into the abyss of fear.

Bai Qin’an and Wen Mengru were truly frightened out of their wits.

Even Bai Qin’an, who always had a certain dignified and composed air of a mentor around Zhu Minglang, displayed some regressive behavior.

People only revert to childlike responses of crying and breaking down when they encounter terrifying sights and face things that are fundamentally unbearable to their hearts. At such times, they become extremely dependent on anything that can offer them a sense of security.

Zhu Minglang settled them down and took the opportunity to inquire about what had happened at the post station from other people there.

“Immortal Ghosts?” Zhu Minglang’s eyebrows raised—this was the first time he had heard of such a thing.

“Yes, Immortal Ghosts are nothing like the demon spirits and demon spirits we commonly encounter. These Immortal Ghosts generally have heaven-reaching powers; either commanding a wide river, or causing a vast forest to tumble, and there is even talk of a Ground Immortal Ghost that can flatten an entire city with a slap…” said the same thirty-something-year-old man with large ears earlier.

“Folk say they are beings like River Gods, Mountain Gods, Land Gods, and such. It’s because people have not been worshiping them, not maintaining their temples, not making offerings to them in recent years, that we are now suffering these punishments!”

“Residents from over a dozen nearby towns and villages are already going door to door collecting money to build a temple for the River God, just to pacify the River God’s anger. Moreover, since you killed the River Immortal Ghost, they’re even more frightened. They believe that it was just an incarnation of the true River God, and by destroying the River God’s incarnation, you’ve provoked the River God’s wrath!”

In the eyes of many Cultivators, there are only powerful beings, no absolute gods.

However, among the common folk, anyone who can control their fate is regarded as a deity, especially after seeing many Cultivators killed by Immortal Ghosts. They’ve come to believe even more firmly in the existence of River Gods, Mountain Gods, Land Gods.

“This is terrible! Everyone, run for your lives and forget about the Demon Sealing Gathering Order!” Suddenly, a person dressed in a Cultivator’s robe rushed in and said to the various Cultivators resting in the inn.

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“What kind of talk is that? Even though Immortal Ghosts are powerful and cruel, since the Purple Sect Clan has called upon us to unite and confront the Immortal Ghosts, how can we cower and hide?

Don’t you Cultivate for more than petty gains, with no sense of righteousness in your heart?” said a strikingly handsome Divine and Mortal with an earnest expression.

“The Purple Sect Clan that issued the call, the Guangshan Zizong Forest, has been destroyed. A great number of the Monarch Level Dragon Shepherds and Divine and Mortals have died within the Guangshan Zizong Forest. The people gathered in Guanglin Town fled overnight…” the person in the Cultivator’s robe continued.

“Nonsense! How could the Zizong Forest be destroyed? With a thousand-year legacy and countless powerful Purple Dragons residing in the forest, unless a Heavenly God descends, there’s no possibility of a Sect Forest being destroyed!” the young, strikingly handsome Divine and Mortal retorted.

There were quite a few people in the inn, after all, they had all heard about the Sealing Demon Order and were heading to Guanglin City.

Frankly speaking, being able to fight demons alongside the Four Major Sects was a rare opportunity. These Dragon Trainers and Divine and Mortals from different forces and Sects wanted to take this chance to showcase their strength and make a name for themselves in the world of Cultivators.

For them, even if they couldn’t join the action, it was worth it to go and pay respects to the high-level practitioners of the Four Great Sects.

But before they even arrived, news came that the Guangshan Zizong Forest had been razed and many experts gathered in the main hall of the Four Major Sects had died tragically??

The Demon Sealing hasn’t even officially begun, and the organizers are already dead!

“Those two ladies, didn’t they fly out from the direction of Guangshan Zizong Forest? Just ask them and we’ll know the truth,” the man with large ears said.

“Right… looking at their attire, they seem to be from the Sword Sect.”

“They are from Miao Mountain Sword Sect; they are said to like wearing face-covering caps.”

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Zhu Minglang’s expression grew stern.

Could it be true…

Has the Guangshan Zizong Forest really been destroyed?

Given Wen Mengru and Bai Qin’an’s cultivation base and status, if there was a Demon Sealing Gathering Order, they should indeed have been in the main hall of Guangshan Zizong Forest, discussing strategies with other Sect Forest experts.

“I’ll go ask; everyone please stay calm,” Zhu Minglang knew the crowd was uneasy, so he stood up.

The others couldn’t be sure of the truth—after all, they were some distance from the Guangshan Zizong Forest, and they didn’t possess any divine skills like clairvoyance or super-hearing…

Honestly, unless they saw it with their own eyes, no one would want to believe such news.

“Don’t be afraid, everyone. This gentleman here owns a Pinnacle Dragon Monarch; even if there are more formidable Immortal Ghosts, he can ensure our safety,” the man with large ears spoke up.

“But inside the Guangshan Zizong Forest, there should have been several Peak Monarch Powerful Persons,” someone whispered.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Minglang turned solemnly and said, “Everyone can think of it this way, if this is true, there’s no difference between running and not running. Rather, let’s sit down, order some more good food and drink, and at least enjoy ourselves greatly before the end.”

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