Dragon Tamer-Chapter 302 - 303: How About a Bet with Your Life?

Chapter 302: Chapter 303: How About a Bet with Your Life?

At the foot of Bamboo Pen Mountain lies a vast pasture, evergreen throughout the four seasons, rich in grasslands, where herds of wild cattle, sheep, and deer roam. Simultaneously, many exotic creatures are also raised here, having these cattle, sheep, and deer as their diet.

Bei Family Manor is situated right here, giving rise to Bei Family Town, where a considerable trade in beast herds takes place, along with various animal training transactions.

Trainers are a profession that evolved from Dragon Shepherds. They use the Dragon Taming methods of the Dragon Shepherds to domesticate some exotic beasts into the likes of horses and cattle, which can be used by cavalry in wars or as riding tools for the wealthy.

Domesticated beasts are not true dragons; they are usually fake dragons or hybrid dragons. Even the Divine and Mortal are very fond of these trained creatures.

In Bei Family Town, there is an endless stream of people. One can see many tame exotic beasts being kept in cages, waiting to be sold. And the owner of Bei Family Town, in front of Bei Family Manor, also has many visitors looking to buy a large number of domesticated beasts to form a complete team. Generally, they can only purchase from the people at Bei Family Manor.

The brown horse dragon, camel cow beast, and eagle-claw fake dragon—these three domesticated beasts are the signature of Bei Family Manor. With the domestication of these three exotic creatures, Bei Family Manor can indeed be as rich as a city, its strength quite significant in this tea-colored land!

Before the sky had darkened, Zhu Minglang had already arrived at Bei Family Town. After asking for directions, someone pointed out the location of Bei Family Manor.

Zhu Minglang was alone as he walked up to the main gate. freёnovelkiss.com

“Guest, are you here to pick out domesticated beasts too? Our Young Master and Master Wu are currently introducing the eagle-claw fake dragons to esteemed guests from Red Eyebrow Villa. If you are interested, Guest, you might wish to have a look as well?” the steward of the Bei family said.

Seeing that Zhu Minglang had arrived on a Flying Sword, the steward naturally took him for an honored guest and led the way for Zhu Minglang.

Passing through Bei Family Manor, Zhu Minglang headed towards the vast training slopes behind the manor and saw that the domesticated beast industry of Bei Family Manor indeed had some scale.

Many Dragon Shepherd families have their pastures, providing fresh meat to their carnivorous dragons, but there are few that can manage them as neatly as Bei Family Manor does.

Arriving at the area where the eagle-claw fake dragons were fed, Zhu Minglang saw a group of young eagle-claw fake dragons being corralled on a patch of grass; their wing feathers had not yet grown, and they were pecking at meat worms scattered on the ground by the servants like ordinary chicks.

“Our eagle-claw fake dragons here are all of pure lineage. The feeding and domestication process is clear for all to see. Even some of the true dragons at Dragon Child Level can hardly compare to our eagle-claw fake dragons,” said Trainer Wu, holding a wine jug as he introduced to a few women wearing masks.

Those masks were fox-faced, bright in color, exquisite and beautiful, covering nothing more than the sides of the eyes, forehead, and nose bridge, with other parts being openwork, revealing the women’s tender and fair cheeks and parts of their features, while maintaining a mysterious allure.

Bei Yanshang was eagerly showcasing the wealth of Bei Family Manor in front of one of the tall and elegant ladies adorned with a fox costume. Behind him stood a group of trainers in uniform attire, their expressions solemn and their eyes sharp, evidently the experts cultivated by Bei Yanshang within the manor.

“Young Master, this is Mr. Zhu from Imperial City, who wishes to make a significant deal with you,” the steward approached and said to Bei Yanshang.

Bei Yanshang frowned, not even sparing Zhu Minglang a glance, and said somewhat impatiently, “Can’t you see I’m attending to more honorable guests?”

“Bei Yanshang, the business I want to discuss with you is much bigger than theirs,” Zhu Minglang, unconcerned with manners, stepped forward towards the man with a pale face.

“Then let’s hear it,” Bei Yanshang laughed.

“This Bei Family Manor will someday be yours, so wouldn’t that make your life worth a city’s worth of gold? Does that count as a big business?” Zhu Minglang stepped closer, his smile seemingly gentle but devoid of any warmth!

Bei Yanshang’s face immediately darkened, and his smile stopped.

“What are you trying to say?” Bei Yanshang snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

“Just looking for some fun. How about this, you take one strike from my sword, and if you survive, I’ll give you these 1,000 pieces of gold. If you die, well, the gold is still yours, enough to buy you a decent coffin!” Zhu Minglang said as he raised his hand, and a crimson sword was already floating by his side.

The blade faced downward while the tip was above the ground, and instantly a chill spread out; the untrained, fake dragons tied up by iron chains seemed to sense the terrifying murderous intent and strained against their chains, eager to break free and escape!

Bei Yanshang’s gaze turned colder, but then he burst into laughter, his smile filled with contempt and scorn for Zhu Minglang: “I didn’t expect to find someone playing the hero on this tea-colored ground, over a few lowly commoners no less. Butler, prepare some gold and silver for this fellow as treatment fees. Today I, the young master, am in a good mood and won’t quibble with him.”

“Young Master Bei, be ready, for I’m about to strike,” Zhu Minglang said while his fingertips guided the Sword Spirit Dragon, which was gently rotating, its killing intent still spreading wildly. Even the experts of Bei Yanshang’s manor felt something was amiss.

“Who are you, and do you not know where you are!” Bei Yanshang shouted angrily.

“I am the City Lord of Runyu City, Zhu Minglang. Either you come with me back to Runyu City to be punished according to local law, or we make a bet to see whether your life is tougher, or my sword is sharper—1,000 pieces of gold!” Zhu Minglang stated blandly.

“A madman, deal with him,” Bei Yanshang ordered with a vicious look in his eyes.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a streak of crimson sword light, like a star of doom, swept across the sky, stunning and horrific!

The tip of the sword aimed straight for the heart of Bei Family Manor’s young master. Bei Yanshang was not without skill; he immediately ducked behind the expert protectors of his manor!

The uniformly dressed experts stepped forward to block the sword, but this seemingly careless strike hid tremendous power, and one by one, the bodies of the manor’s experts were pierced, they fell one after another, writhing in agony in pools of their own blood!

“Clang!!!”

A jarring sound rang out; Trainer Wu, who had been holding a wine jug, seemed to have anticipated Zhu Minglang’s extraordinary skills and had called forth a Golden Eagle Dragon in advance. This Golden Eagle Dragon, with feathers like forged gold, used its plumage and mighty body to shield Bei Yanshang…

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Blood still splattered in all directions, and even the Golden Eagle Dragon was stabbed open, crying out in agony as it fell to the ground, just like the manor’s previous experts!

The sword’s power was finally neutralized.

Bei Yanshang’s pale and sinister face now showed a look of terror, his eyes widening to the extreme!

He had nearly died!

This strike from his opponent was so powerful it seemed to shock the heavens and the earth, and weep to the ghost gods!

“Esteemed sir, our young master will repent. The sword strike has been blocked, so please…” Trainer Wu, his head drenched in cold sweat, hastily dropped his previous arrogant demeanor and spoke with unsettlement.

“Oh, the 1,000 pieces of gold are yours,” Zhu Minglang said nonchalantly as he threw a bag of gold to the young master before recalling his sword, but then he assumed another stance, ready to strike, his smile beaming as he said,

“I lost this round, but the outcome of the next may not be the same.”