Dragon Tamer - Chapter 547

Chapter 547: Chapter 549: Expedition

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The military expedition was a mighty procession stretching from the army camps outside Li Chuan Ancestral Dragon City all the way to the Li Chuan Plain. The Li Chuan River area was like a silver serpentine dragon sprawling across the land, while this departing army seemed like a dragon, tinged with shades of blue and red, slowly inching towards the North Utmost Ridge.

This army was not solely composed of the Female Monarch’s Army; it also included a coalition of various major powers, and parts of elite troops from the Royal Family, Purple Sect Clan, Zhu Gate, Miao Mountain Sword Sect, Great Zhou Clan… all followed.

There were two supreme commanders of the army. One was Li Yunzi, commanding the main force of two hundred thousand elite soldiers. Though not every soldier possessed the strength of a cultivator, they were equipped with fine weaponry and had undergone rigorous training, making each capable of posing a threat to certain Divine and Mortal beings.

The other was Emperor Wuhou, responsible for oversight, with only about a thousand soldiers from the Supreme Court Army by his side. Each of these soldiers was a cultivator, vastly surpassing the capabilities of ordinary soldiers; their main purpose, however, was not to kill enemies on the battlefield but to monitor Li Yunzi.

“Teacher Li, you needn’t pay much attention to me; I’m simply carrying out my duties impartially. For you, this is a test from the Imperial Dynasty. If you manage to eradicate Absolute Ridge Chengbang, the Imperial Dynasty will surely rely on you even more. We all know that with the arrival of the World Dragon Gate, great changes will befall the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent, and the Imperial Dynasty has always cherished talents like you,” Emperor Wuhou Mu Chong said.

Of course, Emperor Wuhou had an unspoken caveat: if Li Yunzi failed, the Imperial Dynasty would revoke her rule over Li Chuan.

Li Chuan was no longer the secluded backwater it once was. With the emergence of the World Dragon Gate and the presence of the Time Wave, it had become a highly coveted land, desired by all.

“As commanded by the Imperial Dynasty, I shall give my utmost effort,” Li Yunzi replied calmly.

Her gaze swept across the vast array of soldiers, involuntarily turning towards the luxuriously-equipped contingent flaunting the Zhu Gate banners.

Since it was a jointed expedition, there naturally existed some competition among the various forces.

In the apparel of the expedition, whether it was the army of the Royal Family or the Dragon Shepherd Teams of the Purple Sect Clan, both displayed an unmatched grandeur that highlighted the power of the ruling class and the seated forces. No matter how hard other powers tried to show off, it was difficult to match them, with both standing out in the tens of thousands of soldiers.

Zhu Gate was the only one, being a force that specialized in “equipment”; its members were decked in golden helmets and silver armor with finely crafted swords, and even the war horses and Dragon Beasts they rode were clad in shining gear, catching the envious glares of less affluent forces.

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Damn, even their mounts’ gear is better than ours!

This display, amidst the mighty tens of thousands of soldiers, could be summed up in two words—opulent tycoons.

The members of Zhu Gate held their heads high and with chests puffed out, as if to say that when it comes to expedition attire, excuse my frankness, but everyone else’s looks like trash!

Don’t have as a high cultivation base as yours? No problem, our gear is better.

Don’t have as many people as you do? No problem, our gear is more impressive.

As the only son of Zhu Gate, Zhu Minglang, who had been sent to an ascetic vegetarian Sword Sect in the mountains at the age of five or six, isolated from the world, and who, upon leaving the mountain at fifteen or sixteen, had not fully savored the luxurious life of Zhu Gate before being exiled outside the Imperial City, found it quite rare to witness his family’s style in public; today was indeed the first time…

Zhu Minglang began to question his life.

Even the mere guards of Zhu Gate, when stepping out, resembled grand swordsmen with an indifference towards wealth as mere dirt. Why then had he, the only son, been living an austere, impoverished life since childhood?

He once thought his mother, Meng Bingci, was cold and unfeeling towards him, but Zhu Minglang finally had a revelation that it was the same with both parents—they indulged in luxury and power while their flesh and blood were left to fend for themselves and survive, unconcerned with traditional lineage and legacy.

“Young master, the six million gold you withdrew from us the other day…”

“Go ask Zhu Heavenly Officer for it,” Zhu Minglang gave the old man a fierce glare.

With the extravagant gear of the Zhu Gate guards for this campaign, it certainly didn’t seem like they were missing six million gold. Zhu Minglang even thought that he had asked for too little at that time.

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Elder Jing Lin chuckled and said, “No rush, no rush, as long as the young master feels generous, you can make up for this shortfall later on.”

Zhu Minglang had made up his mind not to repay the debt, so he too gave Elder Jing Lin a grin without showing his teeth.

“Young master, recently in Li Chuan, I’ve heard some little rumors about you getting stranded here. I wonder if they are true or not. Is that Teacher of Li Chuan Kingdom perhaps the future lady of our Zhu Gate?” Elder Jing Lin shifted the topic, asking with a smile.

“Which version have you heard?”

Zhu Minglang glared at the elder, not bothering to talk to him.

This Elder Jing Lin had a good temper and was friendly, holding considerable power, but he had one annoying trait: he liked to babble endlessly and was curious about the gossip concerning young people.

“Young master, I’ve heard that Wen Lingfei of the Yaoshan Sword Sect insists on marrying no one but you. Wen Lingfei and Empress Li Yunzi of Li Chuan seem to be at odds with each other, both formidable, with no clear victor. How do you plan to handle this situation?” Elder Jing Lin asked leisurely.

Zhu Minglang rolled his eyes.

Forget it, I’ll leave on my own.

When Zhu Minglang saw that it was Elder Jing Lin representing Zhu Gate in this expedition, he was initially pleased, as the old fellow wasn’t too difficult to get along with. However, after a few soul-searching questions, Zhu Minglang remembered the elder’s annoying habit of tormenting people.

Ignoring Elder Jing Lin’s nattering, Zhu Minglang rode his horse through the lengthy procession of the departing army, planning to take a look at the Yaoshan Sword Sect’s team…

“Brother!”

Just as he reached the Yaoshan Sword Sect’s team, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded from the crowd dressed in Sword Dao attire. Before Zhu Minglang could react, he saw a grace and gentle lady using lightness skill, soaring toward him like a swallow returning to its nest.

Zhu Minglang was taken aback and, fearing that the beauty might fall, quickly embraced her. Immediately, his chest was met with a surge of soft, billowing impact…

The fragrance filled his nostrils, and strands of hair brushed against his cheeks. As Zhu Minglang rode his horse with such a beautiful woman thrown into his arms, the soldiers walking by all stared with widened eyes.

What great fortune!

Isn’t that beautiful woman the Chief Sister of the Yaoshan Sword Sect?

The Sword Masters of the Yaoshan Sword Sect were also stunned. How did their proud and reserved Chief Sister turn into a little fan girl in just a second?

In the midst of the public, they embraced tightly atop the horse, inseparable. What might have happened at night…

“Cough cough, Miaozhu, a lot of people are watching,” Zhu Minglang said, his face turning red.

“I don’t care!” Zi Miaozhu didn’t mind at all, having finally caught Zhu Minglang.

“Alright, alright, if you keep hugging me, I’m going to suffocate,” Zhu Minglang said.

Zi Miaozhu was beautifully alluring, and because she practiced the Sword Dao of Yaoshan, her whole being radiated a pure and refreshing aura. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable to hold her, but it was the pairs of envious eyes around Zhu Minglang that made him feel he couldn’t act without restraint.

“Brother, I’ve heard some rumors about you in Li Chuan… Aiya, brother, why aren’t you holding me up?”