It was comparable to an all-out attack from a Dragon King!
Furthermore, he felt that its power was even stronger!
Zhu Minglang glanced at the treasure in his hand and hurriedly put it away.
As a dragon master, he had to be equipped with some powerful artifacts. After all, his dragon pet couldn't be by his side all the time.
The Tempest Illusory Feather was useful, but it wasn't very effective against experts above the Monarch Realm.
The Sea Suppressing Bell was perfect for Zhu Minglang's weakness. It could definitely catch the enemy off guard at a critical moment. Even if a King Realm expert didn't notice him shaking the bell, they would probably be killed by the Voodoo Tide!
Not only did the Sea Suppressing Bell summon the Tide of Destruction, it could also calm the storm. Zhu Minglang realized that the weather was gradually clearing up. It was just that the huge and shocking gap in the cliff of the Continuous Sea was even more conspicuous.
Zhu Minglang didn't dare to stay for long. It wasn't far from Qin City, after all. The cliff was a famous scenic spot in the city. If he destroyed it while testing the Sea Suppressing Bell, he would probably incur the wrath of the public.
…
Riding the Tempest Dragon, Zhu Minglang headed for Qin City. Some experts from Qin City showed up at the crime scene one after another.
Zhu Minglang glanced over and saw two of them riding Dragon Kings.
He was in big trouble. Luckily, he had escaped quickly.
Did Han Wan use the Sea Suppressing Bell herself? Why didn't she warn him when it was this powerful?
Pretending that he was just a passerby, Zhu Minglang floated past those experts who had rushed over from Guqin City.
"I'm afraid it's one of the sacred beasts in the storm that is venting its dissatisfaction with our Zither City. We need to investigate and see if some of the big clans have done something that angered the storm beasts." A woman wearing light crystal armor said.
"Why aren't there any tracks left? I can't sense the sacred beast's aura either," a man in a fiery-red robe said.
"Let's stay on guard here for now. It's best if we can ask the people nearby if they have seen the Storm Saint Beast. It's extremely terrifying to be able to smash through the cliffs of over a dozen miles in an instant. Don't let your guard down!"
Zhu Minglang vaguely heard the conversation between the powerhouses of Zither City and felt a little ashamed in his heart.
Sorry, sorry, big shots of Qin City, Little Zhu Zhu has caused you unnecessary trouble!
How should he put it? If it was destroyed, then so be it. It wasn't a bad thing. Wouldn't his field of vision be wider?
…
Zhu Minglang hurriedly left before arousing any suspicion.
When they arrived at Harp City, Zhu Minglang returned the Storm Wyvern and the deposit. He discovered that Harp City had entered a state of alert. Squads of white-armored guards were patrolling the area dozens of miles outside the city. There was even a King class elite sitting at the highest point of Harp City. He was looking at the ocean with a serious expression. He was afraid that the scary storm sacred beast would attack Harp City.
Zhu Minglang felt even more ashamed. He hurriedly went to find the branch of his clan in Harp City.
The Zhu Clan had three inner courtyards. The main one was naturally at the Waterdrop Lake in the imperial city. The other two were smaller courtyards in Harp City. There was also a larger courtyard in a place that Zhu Minglang didn't know about.
Zhu Minglang didn't care much about the clan's affairs. Zhu Tianguan also didn't seem to want him to participate in the clan's internal disputes.
It was probably because his position as the head of the clan wasn't stable. It was easy for him to make enemies everywhere. He was also restricted by the various factions. Rather than fighting with those old foxes, it was better for him to travel around and increase his strength as much as possible.
"You are Zhu Minglang, Young Master Zhu?" A steward of the Zhu Clan, with a fat head and big ears, carefully scrutinized Zhu Minglang.
Everyone in the Zhu Clan knew about Zhu Minglang, but very few people had seen him before. Even some of the clan's disciples in the inner courtyard of the imperial city might not recognize the young master of the Zhu Clan, who had been cultivating in the Distant Mountain Sword Sect since he was young, let alone this small courtyard far away.
"Yes. Is my uncle Zhu Wangxing here?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"The young master has gone to the imperial city." For a moment, the steward didn't know how to receive him. He could only respectfully invite Zhu Minglang into the inner courtyard to take a seat.
As soon as he walked in, a young and lively woman walked towards him. Her hair was combed into an exquisite braid in front of her chest. She didn't look very old, but her figure was very good. Her steps were light and graceful, as if she was planning to go out on the streets. She was in a very good mood, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
"Young Miss." The steward immediately bowed, but called out to the woman with the braid.
"Mm, I'm going out to meet a few friends." The young woman's voice was very clear and pleasant.
"Um …" The steward hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still said, "This is our Zhu Clan's young master from the imperial city."
"Mm, please receive him …" The young woman subconsciously nodded and revealed a polite smile. But soon, she sensed that something was wrong and said, "Young Master?"
"I am Zhu Minglang," Zhu Minglang said with a smile.
"Zhu Minglang, Zhu Minglang. Ah, you're that peerless genius Swordsman who accidentally suffered Qi Deviation and turned into a mortal cousin of Zhu Minglang?" The woman with the braid exclaimed. Her eyes were bright as she stared at Zhu Minglang for a long time.
She had only heard of his name, but had never seen him in person.
Ever since she was young, Zhu Rongrong had heard the elders of the clan mention this legendary figure. She remembered that when she was thirteen, she had gone to the imperial city once and met the young and handsome Zhu Minglang, who had swept away all the experts of the imperial city.
But at that time, Zhu Minglang was surrounded by a group of big sisters in the clan. As a young cousin, she didn't have the chance to talk to him at all.
"Yes, I am that peerless genius Swordsman who accidentally suffered Qi Deviation and turned into a mortal Zhu Minglang … But I'm not really a mortal. I'm now a glorious Dragon Shepard," Zhu Minglang said.
"Dragon Shepard? Really? Me too! "Zhu Rongrong said.
"Um, Young Miss … This humble one is blind. I've never seen the young master before," the old steward said.
"He's my cousin, I remember. I used to think my brother was very handsome when I saw him from afar … mm, mm, it's his face." Zhu Rongrong actually couldn't remember what Zhu Minglang looked like, but who in the world would come to their clan and pretend to be their young master!?
Zhu Minglang didn't have much of an impression of his cousin.
But since she was so sweet, even if she wasn't his cousin, he could still treat her as his younger sister.
"I've been traveling to Ni Hai, so I thought I'd drop by," Zhu Minglang said.
"I'm planning to meet the little princess of a country nearby. Brother, come with me, there are so many beauties!" Zhu Rongrong didn't think Zhu Minglang was a stranger at all.
"Young Miss, the young master has traveled a long way. I bet he hasn't rested yet," the old steward reminded her.
"It's fine, I'll have to trouble you to show me around. I've never been to Qin City before. It's more beautiful and elegant than I imagined, "Zhu Minglang said.
Many beauties?
Zhu Minglang wouldn't believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.
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