Dragon Tamer

The trace of An Qingfeng was not seen.

If only An Qingfeng could be lured out and dealt with, the fire-obtaining ritual of Zhu Gate would be much safer.

An Qingfeng remains cautious, after all, he is the dog son of King An, just as cunning and scheming as his father, and does not act personally without absolute certainty, lest he falls into peril.

…

At Mount Chayuan, Mingyuan Zhai.

The young prince Zhao Yu sat upright on a swan-down velvet cushion, his demeanor graceful, his presence commanding and his nobility overwhelming.

By his side, a small Red Dragon was coiling around, its scales were golden. Although still very young, it already exhibited a touch of distinction.

However, this Gold Scale little Red Dragon is nothing more than Prince Zhao Yu’s pet. Some special dragons, much like exquisite jade, can enhance a person’s aura; their breath nourishes one’s appearance and can even slow aging…

With one hand, he toyed with the Gold Scale little Red Dragon, displaying a flippant attitude.

“Zhao Yin Ge and Lu Mu have both been dealt with by Zhu Minglang? That is within expectations,” Prince Zhao Yu said indifferently.

Lu Mu, a fairly capable assassin, was quite a useful tool. But after all, just a servant; dead is dead, at least his death could probe the extent of Zhu Minglang’s strength.

Zhao Yin Ge, now that’s a shame.

After all, he was a Princely Heir and a relative to Zhao Yu.

To this moment, An Qingfeng has yet to figure out how exactly Zhao Yin Ge was kidnapped. It only goes to show that the few people around Zhu Minglang are not just inept fools.

“Yes, at least now we’re certain that Zhu Minglang truly came alone, with no Zhu Clan Inner Court experts behind him,” An Qingfeng said.

Indeed, the appearance of Zhu Minglang has brought some wariness and apprehension to An Qingfeng and Zhao Yu.

If their plan had been anticipated by the Zhu Clan Inner Court, and Zhu Minglang had top Zhu Gate elders behind him, they could only continue to bide their time and let them take the Earthfire.

Zhao Yin Ge and Lu Mu are dead.

But their deaths were worth something.

“Actually, I wish he would stir up some trouble. To tell the truth, ever since his disgrace, the Imperial City has become rather dull. Every time I see those so-called once-in-a-generation geniuses from big powers, with their sanctimonious and arrogant airs, it amuses me, as they don’t even have the qualifications to contend with me,” Zhao Yu said, showing no concern for the deaths of his subordinates.

“It’s both pathetic and lamentable, isn’t it? Those whom we used to see as threats are now no more than frogs in a pond—other than their irritating croaking, they can’t stir anything up anymore,” An Qingfeng said, laughing.

Zhao Yu, soon to be crowned a king, not only will become the youngest king on the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent but will also strive for a higher plane, beyond even the mortal gaze—truly a celestial being.

As for An Qingfeng, he is now influencing the fates of over a hundred forces and more than a dozen nations on the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent. Those who once defied King An’s Mansion, are they not each submitting and groveling before him…

Zhu Gate is indeed tough, but it’s not airtight. After all, there are weaknesses, there are flaws.

This Zhu Gate Little Inner Court, under his planning and control, is practically An Qingfeng’s to command.

Take another look at this Zhu Minglang.

What’s the difference between him and a stray dog that dares not return home?

He fancies himself to have insight into some matters, yet in the end, he’s still just a frog in a pond under a torrential downpour, leaping about haphazardly!

“We are no longer on the same level,” the little prince Zhao Yu murmured, the corners of his mouth curling up. His attitude towards Zhu Minglang wasn’t one of disdain. Instead, it was one of pity and frustration.

“Indeed, there are but a few who can still play the game with us. However, there is one thing that puzzles me. Did Wen Lingfei of Miao Kingdom do it on purpose? Why would she choose this good-for-nothing?” An Qingfeng spoke up.

At the mention of Wen Lingfei, the little prince Zhao Yu’s pupils constricted. The little red dragon that had been leisurely moving down his arm seemed to sense its master’s mood, and it promptly scurried under the table in fright.

It took a while before the little red dragon came out. Seeing its master’s gentle demeanor, it slowly made its way back onto his palm.

“Miao Kingdom has always been reluctant to get involved with the Imperial City, especially the Royal Family. Wen Lingfei’s attitude is to be expected,” the little prince Zhao Yu stated indifferently.

“Ultimately, she’s ignorant of her blessings, conceited, and she will regret it!” An Qingfeng huffed coldly.

The little prince Zhao Yu was made a king.

There were several candidates for the role of his queen, each of whom Zhao Yu would visit personally. In principle, every potential queen should welcome him with great ceremony, and being chosen would be the highest honor, received with astonishment and delight.

However, one of the candidates rejected the esteemed prince outright.

This person was none other than Wen Lingfei of Miao Kingdom.

As one of the potential queens, she not only firmly refused but also made it clear to the Supreme Court Emperor that she was already betrothed. That person was Zhu Minglang.

There was no need for Zhao Yu to come here to Qin City, as the woman he favored the most, the one whose status, strength, and position matched his, was none other than Wen Lingfei.

However, during his visit to Miao Kingdom, Wen Lingfei revealed her identity as Princess Luoshui. The entire population knew that Princess Luoshui had already chosen a husband, spent an enchanting night in the Princess Palace, and the people of the Capital of Miao Kingdom had witnessed the royal palace bursting into exceptionally dazzling and romantic fireworks…

Having lost the candidate he deemed most suitable, Zhao Yu then traveled all the way to Qin City to meet the next potential queen, Li Caimo, daughter of the City Lord of Qin City, and one of the Nine Tribes of Neon Sea.

“Zhu Gate and the Sword Sect have always depended on one another. I anticipated this outcome,” Zhao Yu said with a cold tone.

“Perhaps I should be more ruthless, to thoroughly deal with Zhu Minglang? This Li Caimo is indeed a worthy candidate, but she still falls short compared to Wen Lingfei, especially in terms of cultivation base,” An Qingfeng whispered.

“Heh, do you think I am the sort of person to pick up someone’s cast-offs?” Zhao Yu’s words carried a chill.

Seeing Zhao Yu’s face change, An Qingfeng immediately realized his mistake, hurriedly slapped his own face, and then tried to salvage the situation with a forced smile: “My brother, that’s not what I meant. Wen Lingfei is not eligible to become the official queen. Even as a plaything, someone of your stature, Your Highness, would require a plaything of the level of the Female Leader of Miao Mountain Sword Sect!”

This statement seemed to soothe Zhao Yu. A smile slowly spread across his face as he said to An Qingfeng, “Isn’t that still up to your King An’s Mansion? If you at King An’s Mansion take down Zhu Gate, how would the chilling Sword Sect dare defy our Royal Family?”

“Our King An’s Mansion will not disappoint you, little prince,” An Qingfeng continued with a smile.

“Deal with it,” Zhao Yu said.

“Deal with what… Oh, oh, I’ll make sure it’s taken care of, brother. I promise that before you leave Qin City, Zhu Minglang will have disappeared from this world!” An Qingfeng quickly understood and hurriedly responded.