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The Rainbow Scaled Heavenly Python couldn’t break through the Cloud Sea glacier, let alone climb over it. Having lost its head, the nine-thousand-year-old Demon Spirit fell into a frenzy.

The glacier grew higher and suddenly collapsed towards the Rainbow Scaled Heavenly Python, as a huge ice mountain and a rolling avalanche together churned towards the aged fiend!

The Sword Spirit Dragon, seeing this, seized the opportunity when the Heavenly Python was in a panic and delivered a slash. The sword gleamed brilliantly, slicing open a bloody gash on the python’s tail.

Although the Heavenly Python continued to struggle, obstructed by the falling glacier ahead and the Sword Spirit Dragon’s relentless killing intent behind, it suddenly shed its rainbow-colored skin, revealing a hideous and bloodied serpentine body underneath, which then burrowed into the depths of the Cloud Sea.

The ice mountain crushed its injured tail, but with a fierce tug, the creature tore its tail off and continued its desperate escape.

The Sword Spirit Dragon pursued, only to see that the severed tail was still moving and even managed to fly out from the ice fragments, darting off in another direction.

“Does this Heavenly Python really have earthworm lineage or something?” Zhu Minglang exclaimed in surprise at the scene.

The head was gone, yet the body ran off on its own.

When the body was blocked, it shed its skin and slipped away.

Without its tail, the tail still moved, seemingly possessing a will of its own.

It has to be said, the nine-thousand-year-old Heavenly Python’s survival skills were truly unmatched.

“Its colorful skin is the most valuable. There’s no need for a long chase; this Cloud Sea Spirit Eye is more important,” Mr. Jinli said.

That python skin, rainbow-hued, was indeed extraordinary. It must have grown after the Heavenly Python consumed some kind of fruit inside the Dragon Country of the Clouds, or absorbed some kind of rainbow Spiritual Energy.

The Sword Spirit Dragon couldn’t injure this creature precisely because of these rainbow scales, which were as hard as crystal!

But, as they say, there’s a counter for every kind of prowess.

The Sword Spirit Dragon, a Sharp Sword-type dragon, had difficulty dealing with it, but the Ice Morning White Dragon’s Azure Dragon Mystics and the aura of frost were something the Rainbow Scaled Heavenly Python particularly feared.

In other words, its resistance to magic was not high.

But Little White, after reaching its Complete Period, showed a strength that somewhat surprised Zhu Minglang.

Middle-level Monarch Level.

Mr. Jinli hadn’t lied to him at all.

To be able to leap directly to the Middle-level Monarch Level Cultivation Base was unexpected.

Zhu Minglang’s initial conservative estimate for the Ice Morning White Dragon was at best Semi-monarch level, and now it had jumped two tiers, giving Zhu Minglang the sensation of returning to the peak of his abilities!

Bear in mind, among the major forces, the strongest, Huo Shangjun, the Chief Disciple of Purple Sect, only had his Purple Cloud Dragon and Golden Dome Dragon at Lower Monarch Level.

Moreover, Zhu Minglang remembered how he, unwilling to admit defeat after losing to him, had refused to acknowledge that he was a Dragon Shepherd!

The Ice Morning White Dragon, now at Middle-level Monarch Level strength.

If it had reached this realm a bit earlier, there wouldn’t have been a need for Sword Awakening to make all those talented disciples of the major forces roll as far away as possible!

Taking the Yaoshan Sword Sect as an example, at the Middle-level Monarch Level, one would already belong to the rank of elders or Hall Masters. Once Zhu Minglang mastered the Flying Sword Faction, he should also be able to bring out the Middle-level Monarch Level Strength in the Sword Spirit Dragon…

With both dragons possessing Middle-level Monarch Level strength, even if some sly and scheming old folks from the Royal Family or major powers wanted to cause him trouble, they would have to weigh their own capabilities first.

Of course, the Imperial City was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, with many whose strength surpassed the Middle-level Monarch Level. Zhu Minglang had already made a name for himself in the major forces competition, so for the moment, there was no rush to reveal his hand.

“It’s a pity we can’t stay in this Dragon Country of Clouds any longer; otherwise, there could have been even more significant improvements,” Zhu Minglang said with some regret as he glanced at the lantern jade hanging at his waist.

“As it is now, it’s quite good already. Some people come to the Dragon Country of Clouds and merely take in the beautiful scenery, gaining nothing,” Mr. Jinli remarked.

Zhu Minglang nodded.

There is a multitude of unique enchanted realms such as the cloud-like Dragon Country in the world, and even within the Li Chuan Continent, there still exist relics where Ancestral Dragons once dwelled. Visiting more of these places is sure to yield various returns.

“Yawn”

The Ice Morning White Dragon, at its Complete Period, was truly like a White Dragon from the Heaven realm. Not only was its aura powerful, but even its most trivial actions exuded nobility and sanctity…

However, this dragon was naturally clingy. After dealing with the Rainbow Scaled Heavenly Python, it dispersed the splendid ice dust around its body, transformed into its exquisite form, and became like a celestial little pet, lying on Zhu Minglang’s shoulder, so lazy and dozing off to the extreme.

Zhu Minglang took out the Cloud Platform Tree Fruit and fed it to Little White.

Little White stretched out its claws, holding the fruit and nibbling at it. It instantly changed from a lazy little cat into a greedy squirrel, and its chubby little cheeks while chewing were so adorable that you couldn’t help but want to pinch them.

Zhu Minglang watched it.

From a little Ice Bug that was perfectly content eating mulberry leaves to now an Ice Morning White Dragon that could beat up a Thousand Year Demon Spirit, its earnest and serious face while eating had not changed.

Speaking of which…

At this level, what should Little White eat?

It couldn’t possibly eat Cloud Platform Tree Fruit every day, right?

Although he himself had picked a basketful of tree fruits and still had one Cloud Platform Holy Fruit, what about later??

Just now, the Azure Dragon Mystics it used — Frosty Sky Dust.

The debris from the collapse of celestial bodies in the universe could be called meteorites, but what exactly should it eat to replenish such an extravagant expenditure from the Azure Dragon Mystics??

Could it be moonstones??

These are even rarer than star fragments!!

Fortunately, he had recently become very wealthy.

Moreover, this basket of ripe Cloud Platform fruits could be savored for a while; the matter of the moonstone could be planned out in the long term.

“Huff”

“Huff”

With a full belly, the Ice Morning White Dragon quickly began to snore, and Zhu Minglang carried it back into the Spirit Realm.

The nourishment from the spiritual energy in the Spirit Realm greatly helped to stabilize the Ice Morning White Dragon’s cultivation base.

The Sword Spirit Dragon had to stay behind.

To keep him company and continue training.

After all, some dragon beasts were still coveting the Cloud Platform Spirit Eye, and without the Sword Spirit Dragon standing guard, it wouldn’t do.

“Mo Ye, don’t use those powerful Sword Soul techniques; if you do, the little demons and monsters won’t be able to withstand it. We’ll just purely practice the moves, got it?” Zhu Minglang told the Sword Spirit Dragon.

The Sword Spirit Dragon swayed its body, as if nodding in agreement.

“Shall we start with Sword Flight? It seems like you and Little White scared off all the dragon beasts just now, so we temporarily don’t have any creatures to practice on,” Zhu Minglang asked.

The Sword Spirit Dragon flew over and then hovered beside Zhu Minglang, remaining completely still.

It was very gentle. Facing enemies, the Sword Spirit Dragon was always brimming with ferocity, but beside Zhu Minglang, it was very tender and well-behaved.

Despite its high level of cultivation and ancient age, the Sword Spirit Dragon was not very mature in its mentality. In Zhu Minglang’s eyes, compared to White, Black Fang, and Qing Zhuo, it was more like a Sword Spirit baby, in need of further nurture and refinement.

“Good, just like that, slowly, slowly, take off gently, don’t use your cultivation, just pretend you’re strolling…” Zhu Minglang said to the Sword Spirit Dragon, patient and gentle as if teaching a baby how to walk.