“Can you not be so wasteful, and also not drink tea with me at a time like this?” Jiang Huai shook the teacup in his hand and complained.
He was dressed in a long black robe woven from Dragon scales, making his face appear even more refined and handsome.
Jiang Huai liked drinking tea, but ever since he arrived in this world, he hadn’t had the chance to taste any truly good tea.
Here at Qin Qingyue’s place, there was an abundance of tea leaves, all kinds and varieties, making Jiang Huai’s heart flutter with desire.
Within this Secret Realm that had transformed into an Immortal Realm, Qin Qingyue set up a tea table. The two sat across from each other, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Immortal Realm while sipping tea.
Only Jiang Huai was actually drinking tea; Qin Qingyue was drinking something else.
A few Dragon scales clung to her delicate body, and she had reverted to her original state. Under the tea table, her tail was wrapped around Jiang Huai’s ankle.
Jiang Huai had noticed that this seemed to be a habit of Qin Qingyue’s—whenever her tail had nowhere to go, it would instinctively coil around his waist, legs, or ankles.
It was almost like holding hands.
Beside the tea table was a sheet with varying shades, a symbol of their victory celebration from earlier.
“Wasteful, am I?”
Qin Qingyue lowered her head to look at the teacup in her hand. The green and white mingled, and the tea leaves floated and sank in the pale liquid.
“It is a bit wasteful, I suppose.”
With that, she extended her slender jade-like fingers into the teacup, deftly picking out a few emerald leaves coated with nectar and placing them on the table.
“This is better.” Qin Qingyue said contentedly, taking a light sip.
Her Dragon eyes narrowed, and a satisfied, almost draconic hum rumbled from her throat. Her tongue even lingered along the rim of the cup, as if still savoring the taste.
Clearly, to her current palate, even these sweet and fresh tea leaves could not compare to a single drop from Jiang Huai.
This was not a flavor that could be described, but a fondness that came from her very nature—a kind of ‘longing.’
She wondered if she fed Jiang Huai some fruit, would he taste like fruit then?
Jiang Huai was momentarily speechless. He looked at the tea leaves on the table, flecked with white, and sighed in regret.
At the same time, he felt a sudden ache in his waist.
He had no idea just how much that white porcelain bottle of Qin Qingyue’s could hold; all he knew was that his legs had gone weak just now, and the bottle still wasn’t full.
Judging by her attitude, Qin Qingyue clearly intended to continue after he rested, until she had stored up enough for her daily use.
“What a pity I never robbed anyone from Huanhuan Sect.”
“Otherwise, maybe I could have gotten some secret techniques.”
Qin Qingyue somehow produced a handkerchief and elegantly dabbed her lips, speaking with a hint of regret.
The Huanhuan Sect had secret arts that could use Immortal materials to produce plenty of such things, and it wouldn’t even harm the body—though it did consume a lot of Immortal materials.
As for such materials, Qin Qingyue naturally didn’t care. She planned to make more and stockpile it.
That way, if Jiang Huai wasn’t by her side, or after she ascended to the Immortal Realm, she could still have some to enjoy.
She made up her mind—once she got out, she would go rob the Huanhuan Sect!
“By the way, is your body really all right?” Qin Qingyue asked Jiang Huai with concern.
The Dragon tail coiled around Jiang Huai’s ankle subconsciously loosened a little, the tip rubbing gently against his ankle with a trace of barely noticeable worry.
After Jiang Huai absorbed the Misfortune, she had tried to take it back.
But she failed. The flow of energy within Jiang Huai had reached a special balance, so stable that even she could not shift it.
Jiang Huai clenched his fist and said in a low voice, “I feel the flow of energy in my body is stronger than before, though it’s not the Jade Liquid Qi Refining you gave me.”
“It’s just a very strange feeling—quite comfortable, actually.”
This Misfortune didn’t seem to have affected him. In fact, it had become a cornerstone within his body, constantly providing energy for Qi Refining.
Qin Qingyue stroked her chin and frowned, saying, “It’s a pity I’m only skilled in combat and not familiar with other areas. I don’t know what kind of physique you have, or what exactly this situation is.”
She had been cast out from childhood, and never had an Honored Master to teach her all sorts of things. The only path she could walk was that of battle.
So she didn’t really know what was happening with Jiang Huai either. However, from what she could see, it seemed even stronger than Jade Liquid Qi Refining, and his foundation was even more solid.
“Never mind, let’s stay a while longer, then we’ll leave.”
“Why not leave now?”
Qin Qingyue let out a cold laugh. Her Dragon tail tightened firmly around Jiang Huai’s ankle, and the corners of her lips curled into a cold smile:
“Because I don’t dare go out yet. I haven’t completely refined this Dao Fruit.”
“Who knows what’s happening outside? The Central Continent Dragon Palace is on good terms with Wu Zhaohua. What if we just leave the Secret Realm, and she brings people here?”
“Once I’ve fully refined this Dao Fruit and completely attained the Celestial Immortal Form, not even Wu Zhaohua will be able to stop me.”
Entering the Secret Realm, then coming out only to be ambushed—she was all too familiar with that kind of scenario.
Many times, she had narrowly escaped with her life under such sieges, and only then achieved what she had today.
Mentioning Wu Zhaohua, Jiang Huai lowered his head and looked at the clear tea in his hand, his own reflection visible on its surface.
He recalled that beautiful, immortal woman who came looking for him with the Immortal Sword, and also remembered the ordinary woman who used to bicker with him from her sickbed.
The changes were simply too great—so great that he wondered if those daily moments from years ago had just been a dream.
Back then, he was just an ordinary person, doing odd jobs and trying everything to buy medicine for Wu Zhaohua.
Even when she said the medicine was useless, Jiang Huai still kept looking for ways to cure her.
Now, he had become the husband of a Dragon Lord, while Wu Zhaohua had become the Wenxuan Sect Master. None of it felt real, yet it was all too real.
Noticing Jiang Huai’s expression change, Qin Qingyue’s beautiful eyes widened, and her voice suddenly rose:
“You’re not allowed to think of her!”
“Now you’re mine! No matter who you think about, you’re not allowed to think of Wu Zhaohua!”
Wu Zhaohua had bullied her plenty back then. Although they each had their share of wins and losses when they fought, after all, the other party had the backing of her sect.
Back then, Qin Qingyue had indeed fought fiercely with Wu Zhaohua in the Secret Realm. Once out, she would tuck her tail and stay far away whenever she saw Wu Zhaohua.
But Wu Zhaohua just loved to cause her trouble, leaving Qin Qingyue endlessly annoyed.
But now, things were different. Not only had she achieved the Celestial Immortal Form, but she had also stolen the other woman’s man. Now she could enjoy her husband every day and indulge in passion every night.
Thinking of this, Qin Qingyue felt a surge of happiness, as if part of her old grudges had been washed away.
“Honored Master, are these all people from the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan?” Xiao Yue asked from behind Wu Zhaohua.
Not far away, many tall women with black horns on their heads and black scales on their bodies were approaching.
Their steps were steady, their silence brimming with killing intent, and their pitch-black scales reflected a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight.
Their figures were similar to Qin Qingyue’s—all mature and commanding.
Wu Zhaohua nodded and explained, “Of the Five Great Dragon Clans, each is different. As for the Yellow Dragon, never mind; but for the Black Dragon, no matter how young, as long as they take human form, this is their figure.”
“As for the Azure Dragon, no matter how old, once transformed, they have the figure of Ao Palace Lord.”
As Honored Master, she not only had to teach Xiao Yue cultivation, but also all kinds of knowledge about this world.
“I see.”
“Wu Sect Master, it’s been a long time. You’re as elegant as ever.”
“Congratulations on attaining the Celestial Immortal Form!”
The previous East Sea Dragon Lord strode over with a smile, cupping his hands in greeting and flattery, his face beaming.
It was truly a joyous occasion—an opportunity to take revenge, finish off Qin Qingyue, that Evil Dragon, reclaim the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan, and restore the title of East Sea Dragon Lord!
Wu Zhaohua’s expression remained calm. She only nodded slightly, saying little.
It was just mutual use—nothing more to say. The upper echelons of Wenxuan Sect were simply too weak, far inferior to the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan.