“If he doesn’t choose you?!”
“What if he decides to kill you?!” The woman’s voice was muffled, as if she’d been badly injured by Qin Qingyue’s attack.
She couldn’t understand why Qin Qingyue would stop her from testing Jiang Huai.
Of all the countless couples or sisters she’d seen come to this Secret Realm together, none could resist the curiosity of what choice the other would make.
For the sake of the Celestial Immortal Form, betrayal, slander, and mutual attacks were all too common. She was always happy to see such scenes.
This was also her final trump card.
Jiang Huai twisted his waist and found that Qin Qingyue’s Dragon Tail was once again tightly coiled around him, its tip brushing over his backside.
Was this some kind of unconscious habit? As long as he was next to Qin Qingyue, this Dragon Tail would automatically wind around his waist, gently rubbing against him.
“Since I’ve already chosen him and decided to spend my life with him, why would I need to test him?” Qin Qingyue retorted.
Hundreds of years of misfortune had taught her something profound: human nature cannot withstand tests, nor is there any need to test it.
The feelings between people are like fragile teacups—used for tea, pouring water, admiring, knocking about, it’s all fine.
But never think of testing its hardness; as long as it serves its purpose in daily life, that’s enough.
If, after testing, you find the teacup too fragile, you’ll complain, “Why is it so weak? It must be defective! I must have been blind back then!”
If it’s too hard, you’ll want to test it even more harshly, to see just how tough it is.
In the end, it only leads to one outcome: the teacup shatters, never to be as it once was.
Spilt water cannot be gathered up, a broken mirror cannot be made whole.
Qin Qingyue liked Jiang Huai, was satisfied with him, and treasured this relationship deeply.
No matter what choice Jiang Huai made, he was hers, so there was no need for any test.
If there truly needed to be some kind of trial, Jiang Huai had already passed it long ago—why should anyone else test him?
No one was qualified to test her man.
If there was to be any test, she was more than satisfied with Jiang Huai; now it was her turn to accept his test.
“You… just wait, Qin Qingyue.”
“We will meet again.”
“And you, adorable little husband…”
The woman’s voice grew weaker and weaker, fading away, carrying an indescribable exhaustion as it echoed futilely in the deathly still air.
“Noisy.”
Qin Qingyue snorted coldly, crimson Dragon eyes still fierce, the Spear in her hand flickering with dark light.
She lowered her head, her red vertical pupils locking onto Jiang Huai, who was firmly encircled at her side by her Dragon Tail.
The cold Dragon Tail, covered in dense black scales, was now wrapped tightly around his waist with an almost possessive strength, the tip even rubbing lightly against his backside.
Jiang Huai twisted his waist helplessly. “Loosen up a bit, my waist is about to snap.”
“Nonsense, I haven’t even used any strength,” Qin Qingyue argued.
“By the way, how would you choose?”
Jiang Huai was taken aback, tilting his head to ask, “Didn’t you say you didn’t need to test me?”
Just now, you wouldn’t let me ask during the test, and now you’re bringing it up again—what’s with this sudden change?
Qin Qingyue narrowed her Dragon eyes and drew even closer to Jiang Huai, her Dragon Tail tightening as she lifted him up.
Jiang Huai lost his balance, his toes leaving the ground as Qin Qingyue pulled him before her.
That beautiful, forceful face came closer and closer—he could even smell her faint fragrance.
“Right now, I just want to hear you say it—would you choose me?”
Qin Qingyue drew Jiang Huai closer still, tilting her head slightly, her red lips gently kissing his.
Unlike her usual forcefulness, her lips were soft and fragrant, making the kiss feel incredibly pleasant.
Not only was the kiss pleasant, but her soft lips were also quite skilled when it came to biting things.
Jiang Huai could only smile wryly in his heart. During the test, she wouldn’t allow anyone to ask questions, breaking through all obstacles with force.
Now she brought it up again, but wouldn’t let him reply, instead kissing him passionately, doing as she pleased.
Qin Qingyue didn’t want to test Jiang Huai—she just wanted an answer, a certain answer.
That mysterious female voice had disappeared, and the answer Jiang Huai was most suited to give now was obviously to choose her, to always choose her, no matter what.
She didn’t care whether the answer was true or false; she simply wanted to hear Jiang Huai say it, just to make herself happy.
The couple kissed, their tongues entwining, love overflowing, and it looked like they were about to undress and do what only victors do.
Buzz!
A clear, melodious sound, as if from the Nine Heavens above, suddenly rang out, sweeping through every corner of space.
This Secret Realm, ravaged by their battle and inner demons, filled with decay and ominous air, suddenly seemed injected with new life.
Qin Qingyue quickly pulled herself out of the passionate atmosphere, warily surveying her surroundings.
Jiang Huai felt a bit hot, reluctantly gazing at Qin Qingyue’s lips, now flushed from kissing. The Dragon Mark on his lower abdomen began to stir.
The oppressive grayness faded away like a receding tide, the shattered fragments of space began to glow softly and repair themselves.
The “ground” beneath their feet, once oozing with resentful black miasma, quickly became solid and warm, turning into flawless mutton-fat white jade.
The chilling gloom in the air was swept away, replaced by a thick, almost tangible purity of immortal spirit energy.
The sky was no longer oppressive darkness or void, but transformed into a pure, flawless dome.
Gentle light poured down, making the whole space look like a dreamlike fairyland.
“This is…” Jiang Huai asked in surprise.
At the heart of the space, where the pure immortal light was most concentrated, a small tree only three feet tall slowly appeared.
Atop its crown was not foliage, but a strange Dao Fruit the size of a dove egg, slowly rotating.
The Dao Fruit chimed, transforming into Dao Stream Light, flying toward Qin Qingyue and merging into her body.
The Celestial Immortal Form was achieved!
Qin Qingyue felt the earth-shattering changes within her—it was an unprecedented clarity.
The path ahead was wide open, leading straight to Golden Immortal!
It felt like a dream; the misfortune had vanished, and she had attained the Celestial Immortal Form.
“Jiang Huai…”
“Thank you.” Qin Qingyue stepped forward and hugged Jiang Huai tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
Her Armor faded into her body, revealing her fair, delicate figure, with only a few black scales clinging here and there.
Jiang Huai patted her back, comforting her. “It’s alright, everything’s alright.”
From the moment that Armor disappeared, he knew there was no escaping this.
He was about to get pounced on here.
Qin Qingyue rubbed against him, casually conjured a blanket from her hand, spread it on the ground, and lay down with Jiang Huai to begin their victory celebration.
Her Dragon Tail deftly helped Jiang Huai out of his clothes—though she would have preferred to tear them apart.
“Jiang Huai, something’s odd.”
The two were pressed tightly together, sharing their warmth, when Qin Qingyue suddenly spoke.
“What is it?”
“As a Dragon, my ‘Yuq Period’ has arrived, but I don’t feel anything.” Qin Qingyue said, puzzled.
As Dragons, everyone had their own Yuq Period—a special time with unique reactions.
“What is ‘Yuq Period’? Is it like going into heat?” Jiang Huai asked, lying atop the soft peaks, looking up.