The Venerable Monster Tamer – Chapter 327

Chapter 48: Erlang Tian Jun

February 9, 2013 Author: Gu Zhenren

Simultaneously as Nine Nether City dispatched its elder council, in Jianghan Kingdom.

Within the deep palace, in the imperial study, the Lord of Jianghan Kingdom was in utter agony.

“Feiyu Sword Lord seems to have truly gone missing. This is a loss for the Yan King Sword Mansion, and also a great loss for our Jianghan Kingdom. This memorial comes from the Lord of Yan King Mansion; take a look, National Preceptor.”

The National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom accepted the memorial and, after a brief perusal, understood its essence. He immediately smiled, “The Lord of Yan King Mansion is indeed anxious. The Yan King Sword Mansion only has two Jun level powerhouses guarding it. One is Feiyu Sword Lord, and the other is Baihong Sword Lord. With Baihong Sword Lord currently in closed-door cultivation, it is indeed inappropriate to search for Feiyu Sword Lord without an expert remaining to guard.

“The fifteen Island Countries of Xingzhou are distributed among them. The number of these Jun and Marquis level powerhouses is also a standard for measuring a nation’s strength. Our country is a top-tier power, but on the surface, we only have two Jun level powerhouses and one King level powerhouse. Now that Feiyu Sword Lord is missing, does the Lord of Yan King Mansion mean for me to invite that King?”

The Lord of Jianghan Kingdom was in a difficult position.

Jun level and Marquis level powerhouses could be controlled and commanded according to his status and position. However, King level powerhouses were his equals. In Jianghan Kingdom, there was one King level powerhouse named Wanhe King. But he was in constant seclusion, a true martial arts fanatic. Even with a reason like Feiyu Sword Lord’s disappearance, he was impossible to mobilize.

“Worry not, my Lord. The Teng List only records the twelve most renowned Jun level powerhouses, but in reality, our Jianghan Kingdom is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The number of Jun level powerhouses hidden among the common folk might be countless.” The National Preceptor said slowly.

“Even so, how can I find these individuals in such an urgent situation?” The Lord of Jianghan Kingdom frowned.

The National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom chuckled, “My Lord, you are too focused on the immediate. The Lijiang Grass Hall, which is three hundred miles from the royal city, has always been home to a Jun level powerhouse, hasn’t it?”

“You mean my nephew?” The Lord of Jianghan Kingdom’s brows furrowed even tighter, “This young fellow, with his rebellious personality, has always held a grudge against me since his mother’s death. The possibility of convincing him is very, very small.”

Upon saying this, the Lord of Jianghan Kingdom sighed again, “Alas, even so, I must admit his immense talent, which is almost monstrous. He has been cultivating alone and is already a Jun level powerhouse at only 17 years old. In terms of talent, he is far superior to that Chu Yun. If he were to take action, could the Little Tyrant still claim victory alone? Alas, our misunderstandings are just too deep.”

“Worry not, my Lord. So many years have passed, and after all, you share a blood relation. Why don’t I go and try to persuade him with my silver tongue?” The National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom volunteered.

The Lord of Jianghan Kingdom waved his hand, “Very well, give it a try.”

Jianghan Kingdom is rich in water, a land of fish and rice. Rivers and lakes are innumerable. Among these, Lijiang is the largest river, its waters flowing endlessly, like a white dragon crossing the land of Jianghan.

In the middle and lower reaches of this Lijiang River, there is a Mount Erlang, lush and verdant, with diverse trees. The majestic Lijiang River flows past the foot of the mountain.

Treading on a bluestone path, the National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom walked through the green trees and mist-shrouded mountains, climbing all the way to the Grass Hall.

“Halt! Who are you? Do you not know this is the dwelling of Erlang Tian Jun, and dare to trespass?” A Peak Spirit Monster, transformed into a armored soldier, with eyes like arrows and an exceptionally sharp gaze, guarded the Grass Hall. Upon seeing the National Preceptor, it let out a fierce shout.

The National Preceptor quickly stated his intentions. After waiting for over half an hour, the guarding Peak Spirit Monster arrogantly and slowly approached, “I have reported your arrival. Master agrees to see you. I will lead you to the Water Curtain Peak in the back mountain.”

Mount Erlang was a range of overlapping peaks, with ancient trees growing densely. Amidst the green hills and flowing water, winding paths led the way. The National Preceptor was led, and before even reaching the back mountain, he heard faint dragon roars.

The surrounding air gradually became humid.

Turning a corner, the scene suddenly opened up. A waterfall cascaded down like a silver river, its momentum like a rainbow, pouring down with a thunderous roar. The rushing water striking the valley created a resonance that sounded like dragon roars.

Water Curtain Peak, Silver River Waterfall, Dragon Roar Pool.

“What a beautiful scene,” the National Preceptor praised inwardly. Then, his gaze, which had been on the Silver River Waterfall, was involuntarily drawn to a young man.

In the center of the Dragon Roar Deep Pool, there was a giant bluestone. Seated cross-legged on the bluestone was a young man.

He wore a plain white martial robe, his black hair falling over his shoulders. His eyes were closed, as if in contemplation.

His face was as beautiful as jade, and his demeanor as steady as a mountain. Even though he was merely seated, his upright and heroic posture could not be concealed. A unique aura radiated from him, attracting everyone’s attention.

The waterfall roared like a celestial dragon before him. The bluestone beneath was like emerald, and in the valley, trees intertwined, lush and verdant. Mist swirled, and clouds rolled. It was truly a scene of a jade-like person amidst a picturesque landscape.

“Gazing at the Silver River Waterfall from afar, towering cliffs rise to the heavens. Erlang Tian Jun, what elegance!” The National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom sighed deeply, his tone filled with admiration.

Erlang Tian Jun remained silent.

The National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom smiled slightly and continued, “Looking at the mountain from different angles, the peaks appear differently from near or far, high or low. The way of observing mountains is also the ultimate principle of life. Star Saint once said: Other mountains’ stones can be used to polish jade. This shows that in all matters and paths, one cannot be stubbornly stuck in one’s own ways. Especially among Monster Tamers, one can improve their realm through mutual sparring. What do you think, Tian Jun?”

Erlang Tian Jun then opened his eyes. They were as deep as the emerald pool, and his voice was clear and resonant like a bell. “I already knew about the matter of Feiyu Sword Lord. However, you should know that the reason I am leaving my seclusion this time is not because of my uncle. It is because of the opponent this time that has made me wish to emerge from my quietude. You may leave now.”

The National Preceptor of Jianghan Kingdom was speechless. After a moment of stunned silence, he let out an awkward laugh, cupped his hands in salute, and retreated somewhat disheveledly.

Dunhuang Country, battlefield.

The sounds of battle shook the heavens, with flashes of swords and blades. But in the center of the battlefield, a large area was eerily empty.

More than ten enemy generals, each riding a Demonic Beast, wielding Demon Soldiers, and clad in armor, surrounded Chu Yun, their movements as cautious as treading on thin ice.

Chu Yun was calm and composed. With his hands behind his back, he surveyed his surroundings and said with a teasing smile, “What? You’ve been surrounding me for so long, why aren’t you attacking yet?”

“Chu Yun, do not be arrogant. Do not think we fear you,” one general shouted, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his bravado masking his fear.

“Little Tyrant, although your strength is great, there are thirteen of us united. You cannot defeat us. If you are wise, step down. This is an internal affair of Dunhuang Country, why are you, an outsider, interfering?” another general yelled, his face pale and his eyes hesitant.

The Little Tyrant’s martial fame was widespread. In just one month, he had already slain a hundred generals, making these individuals afraid to act rashly.

“Alas, since that is the case, I shall make the first move. Sky Fox!”

In the next moment, endless Nine-Colored Divine Light engulfed the entire world. The Sky Fox had been promoted to a Tribulation Demon. In recent days, it had been on the battlefield, slaying countless enemies and devouring Demonic Crystals, its cultivation rapidly increasing.

Its cultivation had risen from the original ten-thousand-year Tribulation Demon level to over one hundred thousand years. These generals, however, only possessed the combat power of Peak Spirit Monsters. They were no match for the Sky Fox and were utterly defenseless.

“After this battle, the internal situation of Dunhuang Country will be basically cleared. Large-scale conflicts like this will not occur again in a short time. Hmm?” As Chu Yun was contemplating, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, he was drawn into a formation space. Cultivation Methods surged like rainbows, and dark light ebbed and flowed, assaulting him from all directions.