Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Ancient Mountain
Translator: 549690339
Ancient Mountain was a land of extreme primordial essence, encircled on three sides by the Void Sea, with overlapping mountains and a forest so eerie it was a mountain of true wonder and strangeness.
It was only when the Void Sea slowly receded that a winding and muddy land surface appeared, the sole path to the Ancient Mountain.
At this moment, five White-eyed Flying Dragons circled above the coast of the
Void Sea, six Giant Forest Dragons lurked in the dark woods, and several other
Ancient Dragons of Dragon General Level, including Azure Dragons, were besieging the area.
On the only wetland leading to Ancient Mountain, Luo Xiao clutched the Gold-plated Fire Dragon’s horn, his face pale and pained, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness.
He glanced back at Ancient Mountain, now enveloped in a dense mist of nothingness.
Ancient Mountain was fraught with danger, not only could one get lost within, but it was also a place where one could become prey to Ancient Demons and Ancient Dragons.
Yet, he had no other escape routes left.
It was a choice between a death battle with the group besieging him or fleeing into the perilous Ancient Mountain, a place where survival was slim.
“Dragon Taming Academy, Duan Family, Li Family, do I, Luo Xiao, really deserve to be hunted down like this?” Luo Xiao said angrily.
“You traitor, you’re lucky to have lived until today, now come forward and meet your death!” Li Pinghai of the Li Family declared.
How could Luo Xiao surrender without a fight? He took one look at Ancient Mountain and, without any further hesitation, commanded the Gold-plated Fire Dragon to charge into it.
Mists entwined, the White-eyed Flying Dragons closed in, flying over the sea to obstruct Luo Xiao’s path to the Ancient Mountain. Little did they know, there was some powerful prohibition above the Void Sea that made the wings and bodies of the White-eyed Flying Dragons increasingly heavy.
After flying only a few hundred meters, the White-eyed Flying Dragons could no longer stay aloft and were forced to land on the mudflat that had appeared with the receding tide.
“What is happening??” A man from the Duan Family riding a White-eyed Flying Dragon was shocked and nearly fell directly down to the ground.
“The water of the Void Sea is like a magnet, impossible to fly across or swim through. Do not get close to the water, follow the exposed wet path and chase after him,” an instructor from the Dragon Taming Academy advised.
“But isn’t that the perilous Ancient Mountain ahead? Are we really going to chase after him? If the water rises, we won’t be able to retreat,” someone questioned with worry.
“If we don’t bring back the traitor’s body before the end of the year, how can we face our clansmen? If you’re afraid, then I’ll go!” Li Pinghai said.
Although the others were somewhat hesitant, they were not deterred by the Void Sea’s harmless water. They pursued along the muddy wetland, shrouded by sea fog, as the mountain range seemed to float mysteriously above the clouds, a truly awe-inspiring sight…
In the end, the combined forces of the Duan Family, Li Family, and Dragon
Taming Academy—seeking to apprehend Luo Xiao—all entered Ancient Mountain. The dragons they called upon numbered nearly twenty, their combined strength sufficient to face any Ancient Demons and Demon Dragons within the mountain.
Waves of ink-black seawater constantly lashed against the sand bar, and before long, the path that had emerged across the sea was gradually submerged by the dark waters.
Time passed, and the fog grew denser, enveloping the sequence of mountains seemingly floating amongst the clouds in the region of Ancient Mountain.
The so-called Ancient Mountain…
seemed as though it had vanished into thin air from this spot.
The people just a moment ago seemed to have completely evaporated from the world!
The harsh winter had finally passed.
Even though the air was still a bit chilly, the sight of blooming flowers and budding leaves, witnessing all things slowly coming back to life, made it feel as if one’s heart was warming up as well.
A breeze gently curled, lifting the floral scent by the lake.
After the snowmelt, the rivers and lakes seemed cleansed, devoid of the previous turbidity mixed with silt, always reflecting the wide blue sky like a mirror.
Zhu Minglang had started his day early, stepping into the courtyard and stretching lazily.
He turned to look.
The person cleaning the yard had changed, no longer the frail Li Shaoying. Since returning to the academy, Li Shaoying’s strength had dramatically increased, no longer the same as before.
Inside the residence, another had transformed into a dragon, specifically the former dorm bully, Hong Hao.
Usually, after becoming a true Dragon Shepherd Student, most would move out of these rather simple dwellings and live in better private houses, but it seemed because Zhu Minglang had not left, Hong Hao and Li Shaoying both took the opportunity to settle here…
The people were still the same old crowd, only the one sweeping the yard and cleaning up the Juvenile Spirit manure in the backyard kept changing.
“Zhu Minglang, I think you are quite fortunate. I plan to choose another Juvenile Spirit tomorrow, how about you help me take a look?” the student cleaning the yard asked.
His name was Chen Bai, a name that was refined, amiable, and profoundly meaningful. It was he who had inquired about the taste of the Spiritual Realm Fruit during Zhu Minglang’s consumption of it.
There had not been much interaction before, but Zhu Minglang noticed that this fellow had recently been quite intent on currying favor with him.
“Chen Bai, sometimes you can be very lowly. You clearly want to ask for advice and learn, yet you talk with such a sour tone. Rethink your approach, and then I’ll answer you,” Zhu Minglang said casually, straightening his clothes.
“Big Brother Zhu, your strength is unfathomable, and you have a discerning eye. Could you please help your little brother check out the Juvenile Spirits and see which one would be suitable to choose?” Chen Bai quickly changed his tune.
“Not possible, I don’t have time today,” Zhu Minglang answered crisply.
“…” Chen Bai immediately wore the face of a disgruntled woman.
Zhu Minglang opened the letter and, upon seeing the signature, began to read carefully.
It was a missive from Zheng Yu, who believed that since they were friends, there should be correspondence to prevent their friendship from becoming distant due to separation.
Zheng Yu told Zhu Minglang about the opening and stabilization of the Wutu trade routes. Moreover, the new Army Guard of Wutu’s Female Monarch was being established. From Zheng Yu’s description, Zhu Minglang could even sense Li Yunzi’s ambition; it was not merely to achieve glory in Ancestral Dragon City but to turn the Ancestral Dragon City into an eternal city on this land!
Wutu was gradually beginning to be incorporated into Ancestral Dragon City’s territory, and the Wutu people were also continually accepting new teachings and reforms.
In fact, even before she was overthrown, Wutu had been trending in this direction, but after experiencing a great natural disaster and a rebellion, the
Wutu people became even more resolute in seeing Li Yunzi as a leader of faith. All these changes had taken place in just one winter, transforming the landscape.
“The Wutu people can now enter the Realm, which is an extremely important respect for their identity. I believe that, before long, they will no longer be looked down upon as impoverished refugees and slaves…”
After finishing the last part, Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but ponder.
Li Yunzi, what kind of woman was she?
And what was she trying to accomplish?
The battle in the south had been a complete victory, yet she had not returned. During Ancestral Dragon City’s most splendid annual festival, people cheered for her name as the Valkyrie, eagerly awaiting her triumphant return. But she was still on the battlefield…
Zhu Minglang couldn’t see through her thoughts.
And for some reason, he began to miss the calm and clear eyes that were hers, more intoxicating than the tranquil Li Chuan Lake thawing in the spring snow. If only she, too, liked to write letters to him, it would be something warmer than the spring breeze..
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