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Once inside a grand hall with no dome above, a few radiant red maple pavilions stood tall, adding a touch of bright color to the otherwise grayish-green hues of the Dragon Girl Palace.

Of course, no matter how colorful these indoor maples were, they couldn’t compare to the elegant women of the Dragon Shepherds who sat upright throughout the grand hall, their bright attire shimmering. Even in the slightly cool season, they wrapped their fair and supple shoulders in nothing but soft silk…

Zhu Minglang glanced around and his mood suddenly brightened. Beautiful things were always like that, capable of making one forget the petty worries of life.

Yun Zhonghe’s eyes went wide, but he still pretended to be worldly and experienced.

“Just a row of young dragon girls sitting there, at the Yaoshan Sword Sect… I really haven’t seen much of it, mainly because the disciples of the Yaoshan Sword Sect dress too plainly.”

One who didn’t know better might think they were Taoists who had seen through the vanity of the world!

“They are all outstanding female disciples of our Dragon Girl Palace who are to be married this year. In the waiting hall next door, there are several Princely Heirs and Princes from other countries lining up, and outside the hall, there are at least a thousand other brave and talented suitors… Seeing that you have come from afar as honored guests, we have allowed you to be placed right behind the Princes,” the beautiful Dragon Woman Luo Miaoyu said.

“So if I win, can I pick any of those women at will?” Yun Zhonghe asked.

Yun Zhonghe had actually taken a fancy to one of them, a girl in a light red soft silk blouse, her face pure and her eyes lively, like the waters of a lake.

However, as he asked this question, even the prim and properly seated dragon girls burst into laughter, chirping like a flock of songbirds.

The beautiful Luo Miaoyu also laughed, shaking her head and saying: “Young Master Yun seems to have spent too much time in a place where men are revered. To speak somewhat offensively, every man who comes to our Miao Kingdom is considered a display item by us sisters. On the one hand, you showcase your appearance and, on the other, your talents. Then, and only then, do the sisters consider whether to make an offer to buy. If Young Master Yun wins, it’s not you who gets to pick them, but they who get to choose you.”

“Sister Luo, and which backwater country are these Princely Heirs and Princes from?” asked the pure-looking dragon girl whom Yun Zhonghe had noticed.

Backwater country.

The term was indeed a bit jarring to hear.

Mist Country, to be precise, was really a backwater country. It wasn’t particularly prosperous, not well-known abroad, and if it weren’t for the support of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, it would be practically ignored.

“Sister Song, these three are honored guests. They are Hall Master Wu Feng and Chief Disciple Yun Zhonghe from Yaoshan Sword Sect, and this gentleman is even more special, being the only son of Zhu Gate of the Six Great Clans from the Imperial City. Sisters, don’t miss out on this opportunity,” Luo Miaoyu said with a beaming smile, not shying away from the topic of bridegroom snatching.

Once these young dragon girls heard that they were from Yaoshan Sword Sect and Zhu Gate, their eyes immediately sparkled with interest.

Such status was no less impressive than those so-called Princes and Princely Heirs, and compared to countries and states, as members of the Azure Dragon Palace, they naturally leaned more towards power and influence.

“Since he’s the Chief Disciple, he must be very strong. Maybe he could perform some swordsmanship for the sisters later?” suggested a dragon girl adorned with a flower ornament.

“Young Master of Zhu Clan, how about spending a few nights with me? You’re much more charming than those petty men at home,” said a sensual dragon girl, who wore no veils and her clothes covered only the key parts.

“Hall Master Wu, are you married yet?”

Upon this inquiry, Wu Feng’s face turned red.

It seemed that a man in his thirties like himself was quite in demand here.

Indeed, it was a fine place.

Too bad he was already married.

And watched very strictly.

“Who are these bumpkins? Kick them out straight away!” At that moment, in the waiting hall, a lavishly dressed young man walked in, followed by a group of blue brocade-clad guards.

“Prince Liang, these people are…” Luo Miaoyu was about to reintroduce.

The prince waved his hand impatiently and said, “Sister Luo, you have your rules, and I have mine. Since birth, I have never contended with others for anything. Those who are blind to this have been minced and fed to dogs by my men. My driving them away is already an act of mercy.”

“What a boast,” Yun Zhonghe snorted coldly.

The ostentatious and arrogant Prince Liang walked over, glanced at Zhu Minglang, and gestured towards him with his finger, “Break this guy’s legs and throw him out.”

Zhu Minglang’s eyes bulged in shock.

What the hell!

Did I even say anything?

I was just standing here, minding my own business, and now you want to break my legs.

“May I ask why?” Zhu Minglang said.

“There was a cousin of mine, who grew up with me, who stole a beautiful servant girl from me. I captured him, and we drowned him in a well. But every time I see that face, I still get angry. You have the same kind of face, one that women like, and I find it very uncomfortable to look at!” Prince Liang declared arrogantly.

After hearing his reasoning, Zhu Minglang found himself in a difficult position for a moment.

Normally, when encountering such arrogant and conceited people, Zhu Minglang enjoyed putting them in their place. If it had been during his days as a Sword Cultivator, he wouldn’t have asked for a reason and would have served them with his sword. Now that he was beyond those impulsive years, he felt he should at least ask for the reasons before chopping them up to feed to his dragon!

But then, Zhu Minglang found himself conflicted again.

The prince’s gaze didn’t seem to have any problems, a face that women liked… This was a new compliment to him, and he quite enjoyed it!

“Break all three of his legs?” asked the prince’s guard in blue at that moment.

“What a stupid question!”

The guard in blue, exuding an evil Qi, strode forward. His figure was exceedingly broad, like a giant ape in human clothes, with thick limbs that seemed capable of twisting some frail people into pretzels.

“A Power Master?” Wu Feng recognized the cultivation of the prince’s guard immediately.

“It’s a pity that my Black Treasure doesn’t eat humans. Otherwise, with so many foolhardy creatures in the world, we could save a lot of money on dragon food,” Zhu Minglang extended his palm.

A sigil spread out on Zhu Minglang’s palm like ripples on a lake, and the Door to the Spiritual Domain slowly opened.

Big Black Tooth’s form was even more majestic as he stepped out, and the Grand Hall shook.

A row of sharp black teeth of the Lei Cang Violent Dragon, its body covered in thick black-purple scales, suddenly opened its maw wide and roared at the prince’s guard!

The roar came with a mouthful of drool, like a tidal surge suddenly crashing against the shore, splashing onto the brawny Power Master.

“Even summoning a Dragon General is a disgraceful act? Zhang Nine, kill his dragon first,” the prince spoke with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, disdainfully.

“To deal with this trash, it’s more than enough,” Zhu Minglang said.

The guard named Zhang Nine charged forward fiercely, actually trying to grab the Violent Dragon’s sharp teeth with his bare hands!