Chapter 492 — A Page in the Annals of History
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Shen Mu was not of the dragon clan, after all, and cultivating the True Dragon Lord's techniques could not be as fast or as refined for him as for the dragon clan. By inviting them into the True Dragon's Nest to decipher the dragon tongue upon it, the benefits they gained even exceeded Shen Mu's. Bai Qü'er was also elated, thinking excitedly: "If he offered the dragon tongue of the True Dragon's Nest as a betrothal gift, Father would surely be overjoyed and betroth me to him. I just do not know whether he is already married. . .
but that does not matter either! " Bai Qingfu and Bai Qü'er unraveled the dragon tongue in the nest one by one and taught it to Shen Mu, though there were still some characters even they could not understand. "If Father were here, it would be better.
His bloodline is higher, and he could surely unravel all of this dragon tongue completely. " Bai Qü'er's eyes sparkled as she said sweetly: "Brother Mu, stay a few more days in Bailong City, and wait for my father to return. " Shen Mu nodded, already greatly satisfied at heart.
The brother and sister had already helped him unravel many of the mysteries of the dragon tongue. Less than ten percent of the dragon tongue in the True Dragon's Nest remained unsolved, and the True Dragon Lord's techniques had been advanced a great distance further by the three of them, becoming even more formidable!
Bai Qingfu tried to activate the true-dragon technique and felt his cultivation rising at flying speed, his foundation growing ever more solid, making up for previous deficiencies. He could not help saying with delight: "Brother Shen, if I cultivated the techniques in the True Dragon's Nest, at the same realm, you might not be able to defeat me!
" The three of them walked out of the True Dragon's Nest. Shen Mu put the nest into his Taotie Pouch and said with a shake of his head: "Even if Brother Bai cultivated the True Dragon Lord's techniques, he might not be able to defeat me.
I am a Tyrant Body—at the same realm, I have few rivals.
" Bai Qü'er's eyes went wide, and Bai Qingfu looked bewildered. "Tyrant Body? Brother Shen, what is a Tyrant Body?
" Bai Qingfu asked humbly: "I have always only moved about the vicinity of Bailong City. I went to the Heavenly Court a few times before, but only listened to those true-god elders preach the dao. I do not know many things and am utterly ignorant of this Tyrant Body. Brother Shen must have traveled widely and know a great deal.
Might I ask Brother Shen to enlighten me? " Shen Mu was about to explain when suddenly a great laugh came from afar: "Qingfu, your Bai family has honored guests, and you did not even call us? " "Qingfu, I saw you get beaten.
That is what you get for being so smug all the time—now you have been thrashed in front of the whole city, have you not?
" Shen Mu looked toward the voice and saw many young people walking over, men and women alike, all with soaring spirits and extraordinary looks.
Bai Qingfu said hurriedly: "They are the young generation of experts of our Bailong City, all come to laugh at me. Brother Shen, let me introduce you. " He introduced everyone, then introduced Shen Mu to them, speaking of how Shen Mu had created Sword Form Eighteen and mentioning that Shen Mu was a Tyrant Body. Everyone was greatly shocked.
A youth rose, his fighting spirit blazing, and said loudly: "Shen the Tyrant Body, you say your Tyrant Body is so formidable, truly able to suppress all peers with no rival? I do not believe it.
Might I ask for instruction? " Shen Mu rose to his full height and said with a smile: "I was just thinking of exchanging a few moves with you all!
" The youth shook himself and transformed into a bird-headed, human-bodied form with a pair of wings sprouting from his back. He shot up into the sky, golden feathers fluttering.
Shen Mu soared into the air, and the two clashed in midair. The crowd below watched, dazzled and shaken, cheering again and again.