Chapter 366 — A Unique Skill
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"I'm finished! This Lord Dragon-Keeper is the founder of the Dragon-Taming Sect! " He could not help regretting having asked Lord Dragon-Keeper his name; now that Long Jiaonan had claimed kinship, he was a dead man!
He had half a mind to slip away, but he only kicked Long Qilin; the fat creature still lay sprawled on the dragon's back, his sinews weak and aching, unable to rise.
"I have a skill, I have a skill!
" Shen Mu steadied himself and consoled himself inwardly. "The Dragon-Taming Sect? " The two flood dragons beneath Lord Dragon-Keeper's feet halted. The towering god lowered his head and looked at Long Jiaonan, astonished.
"I did found that sect once, but that was long ago. Founding the Dragon-Taming Sect was a passing whim; afterward I went up to the Upper Heaven and paid it no more heed.
You are a disciple of the Dragon-Taming Sect?
And the one who called you his son just now, who is he? " Long Jiaonan was both startled and delighted; she flung herself down in a kowtow, knocking her head like a pestle pounding garlic.
"That is your disciple's father, the present Sect Master of the Dragon-Taming Sect! " "His cultivation is pitiful, to think I flicked him flying.
He will not die. " The twin dragons beneath Lord Dragon-Keeper's feet began to fly downward.
"Since you are a disciple of the Dragon-Taming Sect, I will not make things hard for you.
You seem to have damaged your vital essence; I give you a Mystic Water Dragon Pearl to nurse yourself with. It cannot restore your looks to what they were, but it can replenish your true essence and prolong your life. " A bright orange pearl flew down from above; Long Jiaonan caught it in haste and kowtowed again and again. "Patriarch! " she cried fiercely. "This man is the mortal enemy of our Dragon-Taming Sect; it was this wretch who annihilated our sect!
" Shen Mu shrank his neck and shook his head. "Miss Long, do not smear an innocent man's name.
With my cultivation and strength, could I really destroy your Dragon-Taming Sect?
The Dragon-Taming Sect is a vast holy land, its experts as numerous as the hairs on an ox, every one of them mighty in divine powers, extraordinarily handsome, and every one a fine dragon-raiser. How could I have the means to destroy them? " Lord Dragon-Keeper sized him up: plainly a simple, honest, artless youth, far more reliable in appearance than Long Jiaonan. "This weak, chicken-like, honest child, could he destroy the sect I founded?
Is it that you are too weak? " Long Jiaonan gnashed her teeth. "This wretch summoned a demon god and killed my whole household, old and young!
" Shen Mu's looks were honest and loyal; stammering, he protested, "When did I ever? I studied medicine from childhood and am honored as a divine physician; day to day I do nothing but mix medicines and raise Long Qilin, feeding him till he is fat and sleek. How could I summon a demon god to harm people? You not only slander me, you. .
. you slander me! " Long Jiaonan was enraged; she sprang over and seized him by the throat, her voice shrill and desolate.
"You are the leader of the Nether Demon Sect, your belly full of wicked schemes for harming people, a demon among demons! " Shen Mu could not catch his breath, his eyes rolling up white.
Suddenly Lord Dragon-Keeper flicked a finger and sent Long Jiaonan tumbling head over heels. She pitched headlong to the ground, and only then noticed that they had already landed: the two flood dragons beneath Lord Dragon-Keeper's feet had brought them to the bank of the Jin River. "Was it you who fed this qilin-bred dragon until it grew so fat? " Lord Dragon-Keeper lifted Shen Mu onto his palm and looked him up and down, smiling.
"Fed very well, very well indeed. I admire you.
" Shen Mu faced him directly, his heart clenching.
This Lord Dragon-Keeper was enormous; his face alone stood far taller than Shen Mu's whole body, and his face too was covered in dragon scales.