Chapter 741 - 745: Sting Operations
Chapter 741: Chapter 745: Sting Operations
Having reached Mount Zhi Tian, Zhu Minglang found that the area at the foot of the mountain was crowded with people.
Upon entering Peak Falling City, the number of lost individuals was terrifyingly high, the place had become a city from the outside world in its own right. Many were planting various spirit-based flora like farmers and selling them to those who wished to continue their ascent.
“The years of Dragon Gate’s existence far surpass any other in the Star Continent’s God Territory, yet even though they live within Dragon Gate, they are no different from the idle fish in the pools beneath the waterfall. It’s not that they are without chances for Divine Enthronement, but that they have lost their minds, wandering beneath Dragon Gate, they’ve lost that most precious will, they have resigned to their fate,” Mr. Jinli was indifferent to this phenomenon.
A group of lost souls wandering beneath Dragon Gate.
They lingered without advancing, refusing to leave, but because their Divine Travel Body Shells had stayed too long within Dragon Gate, it was difficult for them to restore their cultivation base and maintain the rationality and clarity to leave.
In the end, it was a matter of being unwilling to accept the situation.
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They were but a step away from becoming gods, and yet, in the end, they might not even match an average cultivator.
Even as they clustered together in droves, the heavens showed not the slightest pity for them.
“Young friend, it seems you intend to ascend to the heavens,” called an old man with silvery hair strands to Zhu Minglang.
“Yes,” Zhu Minglang replied indifferently.
“This Dragon Gate, it’s a trap, giving us the illusion that we can ascend to immortality. In reality, it’s making us jump into an abyss we can’t climb out of. Take an old man’s advice, find some Lingtian nearby, while your cultivation base is still stable. Find some Spirit Plants in this valley, learn farming from me, and I guarantee your cultivation will hold until the day you leave Dragon Gate. In cultivation and in life, one must not be too greedy. Learn to farm with me, there’s no shame in it!” The old man with silver strands spoke earnestly.
“No need, I’m someone whose desire for fame and gain is quite strong, pursuing the most soul-stirring beauty in the world, trampling over the most pretentious people. The lifestyle of foraging and surviving in the wilderness is not suitable for me,” Zhu Minglang responded.
“Fellow Daoist, listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. This breadth of mind you have… I’m thoroughly impressed…” A handsome young man nearby spoke.
Zhu Minglang noticed that this person also emitted a bit of Auspicious Qi…
Could he be another person who practiced the path of goodness?
Eh, why did he find himself using “also”?
“Living with passion and dealing with grievances, that’s the true facade of our kind,” Zhu Minglang found the man quite agreeable, mainly because he radiated a bit of Buddha-nature.
“What you say is very true,” after saying this, the youth turned and bowed deeply to the old man, earnestly saying, “So old sir, what kind of water should be used to irrigate the Spirit Root for it to mature quickly, and if you could teach me the technique of vegetable farming, I’d be grateful.”
The old man was also taken aback for a moment, then suddenly his face filled with smiles.
“Good, good. If a young person learns farming from me, I assure you that you can leave here without losing a shred of your cultivation. Steadiness is essential in life; it’s not shameful to farm within Dragon Gate. Those God Chosen who are too proud, thinking they are Demi Immortals and Demi-gods, wanting to have a touch with higher gods, none of them ended up unharmed. They lost their cultivation, their composure crumbled, then they muddle along within Dragon Gate, without the courage to go back and face reality,” the old man continued.
“Very true, very true, Master above…”
The old and the young immediately engaged in a master-disciple ceremony in the street, which Zhu Minglang found slightly offensive.
Different paths do not make common plans.
How did these two actually become Divine Chosen?
Especially that fellow emanating faint strands of purple auspicious Qi, clearly a Cultivator with a rather solid Cultivation Base, at least a Demi-god, and perhaps even a Little God of some domain, yet he doesn’t want to take any risks and opts to learn how to farm right on the spot.
“Cultivator, be careful on your ascent to heaven, I have a faint heart and dare not fight with the deities and immortals of the Hongyu Eight Wastes. If your journey is not smooth, feel free to come back to us. We’ll keep a fertile plot for you. Oh, by the way, I’m Peng Chen. Meeting a peerless talent like you is a fortune across three lifetimes, truly a fortune across three lifetimes!” said this Cultivator named Peng Chen who chose to farm.
“A fortune across three lifetimes, truly a fortune across three lifetimes,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile, joining hands in a salute. He was amused by the man’s unpretentious enthusiasm for farming.
This guy is certainly a rare flower on the path to divinity.
But not everyone has such a clear calling.
Just as that old man said, whether you become a god or not is a different matter, but it’s an achievement in itself to emerge unscathed from this treacherous Dragon Gate where deceits abound and death looms!
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After exchanging some Demon Emperor’s Pearls he had slain on his way for Spirit Rice, Zhu Minglang continued his journey up the mountain.
After all, he still had many Dragons to raise. The universal Spirit Rice not only sustained one’s Cultivation Base but could also heal wounds. It didn’t matter if the Demon Emperor’s Pearls were sold, as slaying a Demon Emperor was no longer difficult for Zhu Minglang at this point. Even facing a Demon God, he could cope if he went all out. However, Demon Gods were rarely like the Kirin Beast God—irrationally furious and brainless. Killing them wasn’t as simple as just charging in and hacking away.
“Are you a little tempted?” Mr. Jinli asked out of the blue.
“To tell the truth, a little,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile, shaking his head at the thought of Peng Chen’s eagerness to learn.
“It’s a pity you’re not alone; you have so many Dragons to raise. Unless you plant on a large scale, Spirit Rice might not be enough,” Mr. Jinli remarked.
“That’s why I’m better suited to fighting and scheming… Everyone, come on out. There’s no need to skulk around like this. I know you’re coveting the Demon Emperor’s Pearls in my possession,” Zhu Minglang suddenly stopped and addressed the air around him.
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures leaped out, surrounding Zhu Minglang in a triangular formation. Though they didn’t sport the usual mal-intended smiles seen on most Bandits, their eyes made it clear they weren’t there to share the teachings of farming and cultivating the Dragon Gate way.
“Hand over the items, and you may live,” said the leader, draped in a tiger shoulder cloak.
“Even commoners understand the wisdom of not showing off wealth, yet you, a person defying fate, are so foolish?” another man in a black daoist robe with his hair tied up chided.
Zhu Minglang burst into laughter when he heard this, his tone laced with mockery, “And how do you know I didn’t intentionally show them to you?”
The man in the black daoist robe frowned, his expression changing.
“This is called baiting and enforcing the law, and I’ll be taking your Spirit-based Cultivation,” said Zhu Minglang.
As he spoke those words, a series of Dragon’s Roars suddenly sounded from around them!
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