一女战三老外一女战三黑人

Having one more Spirit Contract was definitely a great thing. Zhu Minglang was in need of dragons at the moment, and even if Little Qingzhuo could wake up ahead of time, he couldn’t just rely on one Azure Dragon to conquer the world, could he?

The energy brought by the Phoenix Nest was rapidly dissipating within Zhu Minglang’s body, and if he did not seize it quickly, it would probably flow away quickly.

Zhu Minglang concentrated his mind and began to guide the energy with natural attributes to the cocoon where Little Qingzhuo was.

The azure cocoon was entwined with innumerable threads of azure light, those strands of light flitting about, nearly forming a green forest within Zhu Minglang’s Spirit Realm, marking out a little world of its own.

As Zhu Minglang directed it, a stream of azure mist slowly surrounded this azure dragon cocoon, making the cocoon threads thicker and stronger, like tubes sucking in the spirit of heaven and earth, continuously transporting the essence of life to the Divine Green Holy Dragon within the dragon cocoon.

This process was rather slow, but Zhu Minglang was patient and gentle, deeply afraid that this overly strong energy would impact the very weak Little Azure Dragon, just like nurturing a tiny sapling.

After completing all this, Zhu Minglang immediately received a response that filled him with joy.

“Mew~~~~~”

It was a very weak cry, tender like a baby eagle that had no feathers yet, only able to rely on the eagle to pass along some dew.

The murmur from the Divine Green Holy Dragon brought Zhu Minglang a lot of comfort.

Regression bore risks; it was possible to perish due to extreme frailty. Hearing Little Qingzhuo’s cry, Zhu Minglang knew there was no life-threatening danger at present, and it had accepted the energy he directed into it, developing and growing bit by bit.

Dragon Pupil, Dragon Claw, arms, wings, tail, and dragon beak seemed to be reshaping as well.

“Sleep well, grow up quickly,” Zhu Minglang knew that Little Qingzhuo still remembered his voice, so he whispered a gentle reminder.

Before long, the Divine Green Holy Dragon fell peacefully asleep, and the little world marked out by its azure silken threads, like a green forest realm with faint signs of spring, was giving it vigorous vitality and more potent natural sources.

…

“How is it?” Mr. Jinli asked somewhat eagerly.

“The effect is very good; it seems like it will come out soon, and its life force is very strong,” Zhu Minglang said.

The Phoenix Nest was indeed a good thing. Initially, Zhu Minglang didn’t understand much. Seeing Little White weaken into regression and having a life so feeble it couldn’t match a summer moth, he was completely panicked, fearing it would fall as a result. So, in haste, he signed a Spirit Contract with it, using his strong cultivation base to protect it.

Fortunately, this crude method, though unsophisticated, saved Little White from weakening further.

“It’s all right, it will come out of the cocoon soon enough, and it won’t take long before it undergoes metamorphosis,” Mr. Jinli said.

“Yes, my Spirit Realm is like a Spiritual Spring now; I estimate there will be changes within half a month,” Zhu Minglang nodded in agreement.

…

With the Holy Spirit Blood taken on, this blood should be able to sustain one to two months. The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon had just completed tribulation and was in the post-ascension recovery period, not eating much. Most of the time, it was in deep sleep, absorbing the Spiritual Energy within his own Spirit Realm.

Considering he needed more Phoenix Nests to accelerate the metamorphosis of other dragons, Zhu Minglang didn’t waste time. After packing up, he set off directly towards the Neon Sea.

Surrounded by abundant resources, the Neon Sea was a sacred place for dragon taming. There, all of my dragons could receive perfect nurturing!

This time, the initial training had to be more thorough!

Considering the many places along the way where flying was impossible, Zhu Minglang continued riding the red horse he had taken from Zhu Gate.

The red horse, a type of magical beast, would eat spirit stones infused with fire attributes. It had a strong body, lightning speed, and most importantly, loyalty, making it highly suitable for long journeys.

Riding the red horse, Zhu Minglang headed straight for the Neon Sea.

Passing through various city-states, post stations, fortresses, mountain towns, river villages… Zhu Minglang didn’t linger long, allowing the red horse to rest well before setting off again.

After nearly ten days of travel, crossing a wetland, Zhu Minglang could already smell the warm spring-like climate of the Neon Sea.

Even in winter, you could see many summer flowers blooming in the Neon Sea, with abundant rainfall and a stable climate. The harsh winter cold couldn’t affect this place at all, where vegetation was lush, and the animals were spirited….

A jade-red steed, bounding spiritedly, trotted through a sea of flowers, startling countless blades of grass and petals.

Passing through the perfume-laden air, Zhu Minglang couldn’t help wanting to stop, but looking back, it seemed the beauties were not by his side, and as a rough man, he felt rather out of place amidst these blossoms.

Shaking his head, Zhu Minglang nonetheless flicked the reins, urging the red horse toward his first destination—Xuancao Mountain Castle.

Xuancao Mountain Castle could be described as an ancient and elegant post station for anyone entering the Neon Sea World. Zhu Minglang had stayed there for quite a while during his youthful travels.

It was a small mountain that was neither high nor steep, standing alone on this vast moist land, its undulating slopes covered in ruby xuancao flowers.

Flowers like rubies, scattered all over the hills—Nan Lingsha would surely be stunned by such a sight, unable to resist capturing this earthly paradise in her sketchbook.

Upon entering Xuancao Mountain Castle, Zhu Minglang stayed at a small roadside inn.

Just tying up the red horse, he saw in the stables a wild Fierce Dragon being shackled to a metal post with iron chains.

Mounted on the brown Fierce Dragon was a man dressed in ornate clothes, with flowing shoulder-length hair and a frivolous, arrogant face.

When he saw Zhu Minglang riding a horse, a smirk curled at his lips as he scoffed, “Friend, riding a horse in the Neon Sea—are you some kind of wandering bard? I detest wandering bards the most. They’re only popular with culturedless rich dames. There are plenty of such ladies in the Neon Sea. Could it be that’s your line of work?”

Zhu Minglang touched his cheek.

How handsome must his face be that everyone thought it a waste for him not to live off women.

“I am a Dragon Shepherd,” Zhu Minglang responded dismissively and didn’t bother with him anymore.

“Hahaha, a Dragon Shepherd riding a horse—perhaps what you raise are just worms. Many who rear insects or snakes think themselves Dragon Shepherds too!” the arrogant man continued to laugh.

Zhu Minglang had already walked away. The world never lacked such fools.

Entering his room, the somewhat weary Zhu Minglang was about to lie down when a murmuring voice came from within the Spirit Realm, childlike, like a little eaglet.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly checked and found that the green dragon cocoon had somehow disintegrated, and a small, crystal-clear jade green worm had wriggled out!