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Zhu Minglang glanced at the treasure in his hand and hurriedly stowed it away.

As a Dragon Shepherd, he needed to be equipped with some powerful magic artifacts since his dragon companions couldn’t always be by his side.

The Storm Phantom Feather, although very useful, was no longer effective against Monarch Level and above opponents.

This Sea-calming Bell perfectly filled the gap for Zhu Minglang, catching opponents off-guard in critical moments. Even a King-level strongman, unaware of the bell being rung, would probably be obliterated by the Voodoo Tide!

The Sea-calming Bell did not only summon destructive tides but could also calm the storm. Zhu Minglang noticed that the weather was gradually clearing up. However, the huge, startling gap in the continuous sea cliffs became even more conspicuous.

Zhu Minglang didn’t dare to stay long. Fortunately, he wasn’t far from Qin City, which seemed to be very famous for its scenic spring travel spots. His trial of the Sea-calming Bell had destroyed one of them, and he estimated that it would provoke public outrage.

…

Mounted on his Gale Flying Dragon, Zhu Minglang headed to Qin City. Gradually, some strong individuals from Qin City showed up at the scene of Zhu Minglang’s “crime”.

Looking on, Zhu Minglang noticed two of them were even riding Dragon Kings.

He had stirred up big trouble, but luckily he escaped swiftly.

Did Han Wen ever use the Sea-calming Bell? With such overwhelming power, why didn’t he warn him?

Pretending to be a passerby, Zhu Minglang drifted past the strong figures who had rushed over from Qin City.

“It’s likely that a Sacred Beast in the storm is venting its dissatisfaction with our Qin City. We should investigate if any of the prominent families have incited the wrath of a storm beast,” said a woman clad in Light Crystal Armor.

“Why are there no footprints left behind, and I can’t sense even a trace of a Sacred Beast’s presence,” a man in a fiery red robe remarked.

“Let’s stay on guard here for now. It’s best to ask nearby people if they’ve seen the figure of that storm Sacred Beast. With the strength to shatter several miles of sea cliffs in a single blow, it’s extremely terrifying. We mustn’t take it lightly!”

Zhu Minglang vaguely overheard the conversation of these Qin City strongmen and felt even more ashamed.

Sorry, sorry, I’ve caused needless trouble for you Qin City bigwigs! How to put it though, since it’s destroyed, it’s not really a bad thing… The view has certainly become much more expansive, hasn’t it…

…

Before arousing any suspicion, Zhu Minglang hurriedly left.

Upon arriving in Qin City, after returning the Gale Flying Dragon and getting his deposit back, Zhu Minglang found that Qin City had entered a state of alert. Squads of white-armored guards patrolled for dozens of miles outside the city, and a King-level strongman was stationed at the highest point of Qin City, keeping a grave watch over the ocean, fearful that the terrifying storm Sacred Beast would strike Qin City similarly.

Zhu Minglang felt even more remorseful and quickly found the branch of his family’s establishment in Qin City.

The Zhu Clan Inner Court consisted of three sections. The Main Inner Court was naturally located by Dripping Lake in the Imperial City. The others were the Little Inner Court here in Qin City and another large Inner Court whose location Zhu Minglang was unaware of.

Zhu Minglang seldom concerned himself with Family Door matters, and it seemed like Zhu Heavenly Officer also didn’t want him involved in internal clan strife.

Perhaps the position of Sect Leader within the clan was unstable, prone to creating enemies all around, and was restrained by various other forces. Rather than dealing with the old foxes, it really was better to travel around and strengthen himself as much as possible.

“You are Zhu Minglang, Mr. Zhu?” a family servant of the Zhu Clan, round-faced and fat-eared, looked Zhu Minglang up and down very carefully.

Everyone in the Zhu Clan knew of Zhu Minglang, but very few had actually seen him. Even some of the clan’s children from the Imperial City’s Main Inner Court might not recognize the Junior Sect Leader of the Zhu Clan who had been cultivating at the Yaoshan Sword Sect from a young age, let alone in this far-flung Little Inner Court.

“Yes, Is my uncle Zhu Wangxing here?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“The Junior Gatekeeper has gone to the Imperial City.” The household manager didn’t know how to receive him for a moment, but he was very respectful and invited Zhu Minglang to sit in the inner court.

Hardly had he walked further inside when a vivacious young lady approached, her delicate braids hanging before her chest. She appeared young but had a fine figure, her steps light as if she were about to go out and seemed to be in a particularly good mood, her lips curving into a slight smile.

“Miss,” the servant immediately greeted her but stopped the braided girl in her tracks.

“Hmm, I am going out to meet a few friends,” the spirited girl said in a crisp and pleasant voice.

“That… ” the housekeeper hesitated for a while before eventually speaking up, “This is our Junior Gatekeeper from the Imperial City.”

“Oh, please see to his needs…” the lively girl absent-mindedly nodded her head, revealing a smile that was polite enough, but then she quickly realized something was off and said, “Junior Gatekeeper?”

“I am Zhu Minglang,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile.

“Zhu Minglang, Zhu Minglang, ah, are you that peerless prodigy Sword Cultivator who then accidentally succumbed to demonic possession and became just an ordinary Zhu Minglang cousin?” The girl with the braids exclaimed, her bright eyes staring at Zhu Minglang for quite some time.

Heard of him, but never seen him.

Zhu Rongrong had heard the elders in the clan talk about this legendary character since she was small. At the age of thirteen, she had even visited the Imperial City once, catching a glimpse of the youthful and handsome Zhu Minglang, who had swept through all the masters in the Imperial City at that time.

But back then, Zhu Minglang was usually surrounded by a group of older sisters from the clan, and she, a younger cousin, did not have the chance to speak a few words with him.

“Yes, I am that peerless prodigy Sword Cultivator who then accidentally succumbed to demonic possession and became just an ordinary Zhu Minglang… but not entirely ordinary, I am now a proud Dragon Shepherd,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Dragon Shepherd? Really? I am one too!” Zhu Rongrong said.

“That is, Miss… I haven’t had the honor of seeing the Junior Gatekeeper before,” the old manager hinted.

“He’s my cousin, I remember. I used to think he was so handsome from afar… Yes, yes, this is his face,” Zhu Rongrong said, although she actually couldn’t recall what Zhu Minglang looked like, but who in the world would come to their Family Door pretending to be the Junior Gatekeeper?

Zhu Minglang did not have any impression of his cousin sisters around him.

But since she was so sweet, even if she wasn’t his cousin, he was ready to recognize her as a sister.

“I happened to be traveling to the Neon Sea, so I took the opportunity to visit,” Zhu Minglang said.

“I was just about to meet the little princess of a nearby state. Brother, why don’t you come with me? There are so many beauties there!” Zhu Rongrong didn’t seem to think of Zhu Minglang as a stranger at all.

“Miss, the Junior Gatekeeper has traveled a long distance and probably hasn’t rested yet,” the old butler reminded.

“It’s alright, it just so happens that my cousin sister can show me around. I have never been to Qin City before. Qin City is more beautiful and elegant than I imagined,” Zhu Minglang said.

So many beauties??

Zhu Minglang didn’t believe it, unless he saw it with his own eyes.