Chapter 65

This sculpture and portrait of Li Yunzi, no one knows which master created it, causing countless people in the Zulong City-State to marvel, and even making many young men develop romantic feelings, with some even becoming obsessed to the point of mental distortion, like Luo Xiao.

Lei Feiming was just one of them.

Unlike those who merely satisfied their curiosity and fantasies, every portrait he pasted was dignified and holy, like a pure and spotless celestial maiden, without the vulgar versions that circulated in the marketplace.

It was clear that in his heart, someone had already become his highest faith.

Thus, the thought of killing solidified in his heart.

After sparing this person's life, who was now a cripple, Zhu Minglang sighed as he walked out of the house.

How many more people like this are there in this city-state?

This made Zhu Minglang think of a line from the poem "Jianjia": "The one I yearn for stands by the water, to seek her upstream, the path is long and hard."

After witnessing Li Yunzi quelling the unrest in Wutu, Zhu Minglang knew that Li Yunzi was even more outstanding than he had imagined. She endured humiliation and rebuilt herself, elevating her status in the Zulong City-State.

Whether it was Li Yunzi's true enemies or those who hated her out of admiration, they would likely come after him.

Among these, there were definitely strong individuals, not just someone like Lei Feiming, who possessed a peak-level Torch Dragon.

"Xiao Bai must be cautious of these venomous fangs until he reaches adulthood."

No matter how bold, one must never lack vigilance, especially after today, when more people would surely be watching him.

...

In the dead of night, the overgrown yard began to frost over, and the small pond covered with water ferns slowly froze.

Suddenly, an unusual wind swept by, and the ice on the pond cracked, revealing a series of patterns.

The room was dim, and the distant lampposts on the city walls cast shadows of the furniture, screens, and beds inside...

The doors were tightly shut, but the portraits on the walls began to flutter as if moved by an unseen wind, making the sound of pages turning.

Lei Feiming was half asleep, and in the dim light, he saw the large mural on the wall, where the figure of the beauty stood proudly, even in the darkness, as if bathed in moonlight.

Lei Feiming rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating, because he thought he saw the figure in the painting float down and walk toward him step by step.

"Swish!"

The beauty in the painting held a sword, and without warning, she thrust it, piercing Lei Feiming's throat with the ink-black blade!

Lei Feiming looked at the living ink beauty in disbelief, unable to accept that the woman he revered as a faith had stabbed him.

Blood began to seep from his throat, his eyes filled with shock, and even in his final moments, he could not understand why he would die at the hands of the holy beauty he had collected.

The figure in the painting pulled out the ink sword, her graceful form slowly drifting back, but when she returned to the large mural, she melted like a puddle of ink, slowly flowing down the white canvas...

The night was silent, the yard desolate, and all the portraits in the room stopped moving, returning to their original tranquility.

Lei Feiming lay in a pool of blood, the blood mingling with the ink.

...

Zhu Minglang returned to the Dragon Taming Academy and headed to the Dragon Storage Hall. He found that the baby dragon had recovered well and was playing with a few young spirits in the hall...

Seeing Zhu Minglang, the baby dragon ran over, spreading its featherless wings, showing a very affectionate demeanor.

"I haven't named you yet," Zhu Minglang said.

"Uu~~~" The baby dragon seemed to understand, showing an expectant look.

"Green Skin?"

"Uu!"

"Green Bean??"

"Uuu!!" The baby dragon felt like crying; even if it didn't understand human language, it found these names extremely unappealing!

"Qingzhu? Naming you is a tough job, and a name is just a label. Choose one: Green Skin, Green Bean, or Qingzhu." Zhu Minglang said to the little one.

The baby dragon stared with its large, vertical pupils, which glowed with a greenish confusion.

Isn't this bullying a child? Do I have to choose?

"Alright, you're called Qingzhu. If you molt and change color to blue or purple in the future, we can change your name to Lan Zhu or Zi Zhu..." Zhu Minglang smiled, seeing the baby dragon's satisfaction with the name he had chosen.

"Let's go to the Spirit Domain first. Nanmu juice is hard to find, so you can drink some fruit juice for now to grow faster and stay healthy." Zhu Minglang continued.

In the Spirit Domain, the little one met Dahuaya and Xiao Bai.

After introducing himself, the three dragon companions in Zhu Minglang's Spirit Domain immediately protested in unison.

Is there such a negligent owner? Can't you put more effort into naming? Are you planning to gather a rainbow of colors in the future?

Zhu Minglang indeed had such plans.

In the future, he would prioritize red, blue, yellow, and other colored dragons, aiming to create a complete naming system for dragons!

However, the Spirit Contracts had reached their limit.

To open new contracts, he would need some rare celestial essences, which in a place like the Zulong City-State, would be fiercely bid for...

Now that Xiao Bai had awakened the Azure Dragon Mystic Art, he no longer needed to worry about buying expensive dragon pearls.

The child support from Qingzhu's mother was a substantial amount, which could be used to accelerate Xiao Bai's growth to adulthood and to raise Qingzhu quickly.

Even Mr. Wu found Qingzhu to be extraordinary, and his potential was definitely worth looking forward to.

If he could add another dragon soon, he could take the initiative to find Luo Xiao and deal with this cancer!

Killing Ke Bei and severely injuring Duan Lan, Zhu Minglang would not easily forget these grudges.

On the way back to the dormitory, he passed through a bamboo grove that was green all year round. The tall, slender bamboo swayed gently in the cold night, occasionally rustling softly, making one feel comfortable.

The sound of the bamboo grove was the best for soothing the mind, and Zhu Minglang also liked bamboo groves.

In the bamboo grove stood an independent pavilion with a bamboo viewing platform. From where Zhu Minglang stood, he could see a warm light from the pavilion's platform.

Under the light, a graceful woman was holding a brush, elegantly painting.

The bamboo grove, the warm light, and the beauty made the cold winter night suddenly bright and warm, as if adding an indescribable color.

Zhu Minglang stood on the bamboo path, his gaze passing through the soft bamboo, quietly watching for a while.

"Painting at night?"

A small confusion arose in his heart, but upon further thought, she might just be practicing, not trying to depict the dark bamboo grove.

Zhu Minglang did not disturb the woman's artistic interest and continued on his way.

He was a bit familiar with her; she had just played a role in a staged encounter of love at first sight with him in the afternoon.

He had heard before that Nan Lingsha was a painter at the Dragon Taming Academy. Seeing her painting here, Zhu Minglang did not find it strange, as long as she wasn't drawing a bizarre sacrificial diagram and cursing him by writing his name on it.

Pretending not to see, he hurried along, like a scholar walking at night who suddenly saw a beautiful figure by the roadside, thinking that such romantic encounters were rare and often not a good sign, so he pretended to be blind.

But Nan Lingsha saw Zhu Minglang. She seemed to have finished her painting, put down her brush, and gazed at Zhu Minglang's back from a distance, her clear and beautiful eyes showing no ripples, making it hard to read her emotions.

Just as Zhu Minglang was about to walk away, a small, green, puppy-like creature darted from his direction, leaping through the bamboo grove to the platform where Nan Lingsha was.

The green vertical pupils cautiously examined the woman for a while, and after confirming that she showed no hostility, the small green dragon approached the ink, sniffing the blue-green ink with its nose.

The ink was clearly not real ink but a juice from a certain tree, emitting a unique fragrance and having a very special color.

The ink was neatly arranged in a row, with over a dozen different colors, but the blue-green tree juice was the little one's favorite. It raised its head again, confirming that the gentle and elegant human sister would not attack it, and then the little dragon confidently licked the tree juice used for painting.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

Footsteps came from the side of the platform, and Zhu Minglang caught up, seeing Qingzhu drinking the painting ink, his face immediately turned black.

Xiao Bai drinks flower nectar.

Dahuaya eats fatty meat.

What kind of taste do you have, drinking painting ink?!

Isn't this making it hard for the dragon trainer?!

"Sorry, sorry." Zhu Minglang awkwardly walked forward and picked up the mischievous little one.

"That's Nanmu juice, give it to him." Nan Lingsha said indifferently.

"Nanmu juice?" Zhu Minglang was surprised, leaning in to smell it, and indeed, it had a fragrant wood scent, but it was far from being tasty.

"Where did you get this dragon?" Nan Lingsha asked.

"From the forest, the ancient pine forest to the north, there's a Dragon Cliff. Do you recognize this dragon? I'm a bit lost in planning its life, and there's no record of its lineage or species in the books." Zhu Minglang asked.

Since Nan Lingsha was the daughter of the Nan family, she was no stranger to dragons.

Qingzhu was not a Green Forest Dragon or a Forest Giant Dragon, but it clearly belonged to a certain lineage. Zhu Minglang had asked Mr. Wu, but Mr. Wu only suggested he ask someone from the Nan family.

Zhu Minglang had asked Nan Ye, but he knew nothing. Now, encountering Nan Lingsha, whether by coincidence or not, he could ask her for help.