Once upon a time, Pu Hanrong was incredibly arrogant. He thought that no one in the imperial capital could compete with him other than Huo Shangjun, the first disciple of the Purple Sect Lin.
In this tournament, with his monarch level strength, it was a piece of cake for him to defeat the disciples of the other forces.
Who would've thought that he would be so worthless in the eyes of others?
Pu Hanrong voluntarily handed over the brocade boxes he collected and chose to withdraw.
For a time, there weren't many people left on the Nine Armies Tomb Mountain. The only things left were some broken stone statues.
As for the general statues that could move on their own, more than half of their mechanisms had been destroyed by Zhu Minglang's shocking sword strikes.
No one dared to compete with Zhu Minglang anymore.
All the spiritual talent here belonged to Zhu Minglang alone.
"Young master, the brocade boxes of the four cities of Li Chuan Continent's Ancestral Dragon City are here." Qin Yang found a purple-red brocade box and said to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang took it and glanced at it. It was written clearly in black and white and had the seal of the Extreme Court Dynasty. With this document, Ancestral Dragon City would no longer be a land without a master!
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, it was a close call.
Fortunately, he had Stegosaurus. Otherwise, it would've been very difficult to stand out in this competition.
After letting Stegosaurus return to Spirit Realm, Zhu Minglang gave the document to Nan Lingsha and said to her, "The order of Li Chuan Continent will be established soon. The rest will depend on Yun Zi's control of the war."
Nan Lingsha nodded and said, "She won't lose."
… …
The tournament and this time's tournament finally ended.
Originally, the first disciples of the major forces were the focus of attention, but in the end, people only remembered Zhu Minglang. The Sky Sinking Shadow Sword left the deepest impression. This gave people a new understanding of Dragon Shepard.
For the past few days, the entire Imperial Capital had been discussing the battle at Mechanical City, especially Zhu Minglang's arrogance when he told everyone to get out of his sight, and his heroism when he single-handedly fought against the chief disciples of the various major forces.
As for Zhu Minglang, he slept for a couple of days due to exhaustion. When he regained some of his strength, the first thing he did was to ask Nan Lingsha and Qin Yang how many treasures they had obtained!
In the past, Zhu Minglang treated money like dirt, but that was only because he was young.
Now, he felt that gold, silver, and treasures were the most adorable things in the world. He would definitely cherish them.
"Young Master, after the battle at Mechanical City, there was a long line outside of Zhu Men's courtyard. Many forces wanted to buy the mines, city deeds, spirit fields, and herb gardens from us … You didn't see how submissive they were. There were many good things that they specifically ordered their disciples to obtain." Qin Yang had a rare smile on his face.
"There's no point in us keeping them for ourselves. Sort them out and sell them for money if they're not of much use to Zhu Men," said Zhu Minglang.
"Young Master, that's a lot of money. What do you need so much money for?" asked Qin Yang, confused.
"Master Dragon Shepard has never felt that he has too much money. Ask my father if there's anything good that Zhu Men wants, "said Zhu Minglang.
"Young Master, Master has already taken them," said Qin Yang.
Zhu Minglang smiled wryly.
Zhu Tianguan really wasn't that polite with him.
However, they had agreed to split the spoils fifty-fifty.
Moreover, Sword Crafting Hall had lost a lot of money. He could make up for it this time.
… …
Although Sword Awakening gave Zhu Minglang a sense of exhilaration, he had to admit that the aftereffects were very strong.
Zhu Minglang's entire body was sore. He hadn't recovered for a long time.
He didn't do anything else these days. Like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness, he did some relatively simple exercises, such as taking a walk, shopping, and boating …
The Dripping Lake was tranquil and gentle. The most pleasant scenery was none other than the green willows by the lakeside. They looked like graceful ladies combing their hair in front of a water mirror.
Zhu Minglang sat alone in the boat. No one paddled for him.
He used to like this. He used to lie on his back in the wooden boat and let the clear waves of the lake send him to the center of the Dripping Lake. He would gaze at the clear sky or the enchanting night sky.
At this time, his thoughts would always wander. He had no goal and didn't have too many worries. He would just leisurely pass the time. He enjoyed this kind of bitter cultivation that wasn't supervised by anyone. He enjoyed this leisure and satisfaction.
The lake was very big. Zhu Minglang never regained his senses when the boat touched the shore. However, perhaps because his thoughts had wandered too far this time, there were too many things he needed to recall. Or perhaps because the waves were very rapid, the boat touched the shore. Moreover, it was near the bustling lakeside city. Zhu Minglang even heard some boatmen shouting.
Zhu Minglang got up and found that there were many pleasure boats around him. They were lit up with bright lights. Many women wearing gorgeous clothes and a few elegant young masters were planning to take a boat tour of the Dripping Lake. When the boatmen saw Zhu Minglang, they were somewhat confused.
"Young master, did you come from Zhu's Inner Court Lake?" The boatman had good eyesight and asked respectfully.
"Yes, I think I fell asleep and the boat drifted here," Zhu Minglang said awkwardly.
"It's fine, it's fine. It's fine as long as you're not here to steal our business. Young master, you look a little familiar …" The boatman said.
At this time, the young men and women's gazes also fell on Zhu Minglang. One of them pointed at him and shouted in surprise, "Isn't that Zhu Minglang?!"
"Zhu Minglang??"
"That Zhu Minglang from Zhu's Gate??"
"He's a little legend of our Imperial Capital. Make way, let me get some of his immortal aura!"
Soon, many people gathered around the shore. They were excited as if they were watching a monster in the lake.
Seeing this, Zhu Minglang also hurriedly left on the boat.
Things had escalated really quickly.
He had actually become a little legend of the Imperial Capital!
As expected, a truly outstanding person would be the center of attention no matter where he went.
Whether it was the Imperial Capital or Ancestral Dragon City.
He took the boat back to Men Ting Lake …
This Dripping Lake was very vast, but half of it belonged to Zhu's Men Ting Lake. Those visiting merchants couldn't cross the boundary.
Zhu Minglang didn't expect to stay on the boat for so long.
He didn't know why, but even though he had returned to the Imperial Capital, the place where he had been born, Zhu Minglang still couldn't feel a sense of belonging.
He was still thinking about the distant border of the Extreme Court Continent, the person who had made him unable to forget.
After wandering for several years, time flew by. In that short year in Ancestral Dragon City, too many things had happened …
From being a refugee who had been used to humiliate a peerless woman to becoming a little legend in the Imperial Capital, life was really full of ups and downs!
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