Chapter 80 – Within the Dragon’s Roar Hall of Yin and Yang, at the Vast Sea Residence.
“Yo, you came so quickly?” Qin Qingyue lounged sideways on the Dragon Throne, her tail tip lazily tapping the ground, a playful smile lingering on her lips as she watched Jiang Huai lead Zhuxin inside.
Her gaze swept over the two entering, pausing for a moment on the unusual blush gracing Zhuxin’s face, the corners of her mouth lifting knowingly.
Just as Su Yingman said, it truly is repressed.
At the side, Su Yingman’s slender fingers caressed the strings, the melody gradually slowing.
She raised her eyes to look at Zhuxin, the same knowing look in her eyes, half-smile playing across her face.
The ointment worked wonders; Zhuxin now moved with ease.
She wore crimson armor, her steps light yet steady, exuding a majestic air.
Yet, that usually proud and beautiful face still held a faint blush, like plum blossoms falling in snow.
Jiang Huai wore a dark robe, matching Qin Qingyue as if they were a couple.
He spoke, “The Dragon Palace feels livelier now. It’s much more bustling than before.” Along the way, he’d seen quite a few Dragon Ladies in pale blue scale-patterned robes, petite figures darting about.
Qin Qingyue shook her delicate head lightly, her dragon tail swaying elegantly, and laughed:
“This bit of liveliness is still far from enough.” “From now on, this place won’t be called the Dragon Palace anymore.”
“Treat it as the core region of the Nine Heavens Palace. From now on, it’s called the Nine Heavens Palace.”
This vast spatial treasure under her control was enough to serve as the foundation for a top-tier sect.
As for those Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan members, Qin Qingyue felt little guilt.
Survival of the fittest, such was the law of the Dragon Race.
They would simply have to seek a new Dragon Palace for themselves.
Jiang Huai nodded, quickly focusing on business. He stepped forward and said:
“Qingyue, the Secret Realm is about to open. I’ve just reached Foundation Establishment, and I don’t really have a sense of my own combat strength.” “I’d like to find a place to test my skills, to know where I stand.”
“Oh? You want to test your skills?” Qin Qingyue’s brows arched, her interest piqued.
Her divine sense spread out noiselessly, instantly enveloping Jiang Huai.
Within moments, her beautiful dragon brows furrowed slightly. She had clearly sensed the chaotic and misty Dao Platform within Jiang Huai’s Dantian.
“The Chaos Dao Platform truly is mysterious; even I can’t glimpse its true form.” Qin Qingyue withdrew her divine sense, shaking her head with a sigh.
This was nothing like the Purple Mansion Foundation; she simply couldn’t comprehend it.
“If I can’t see through it, then let’s just fight and see what comes of it.”
Her gaze flashed like lightning as she looked to the other two. “Su Yingman, Zhuxin.”
Su Yingman immediately stopped playing the zither and stood up.
Zhuxin gave a slight nod.
Qin Qingyue tapped her fingertip, two invisible restrictions descending, instantly locking the pair’s auras to the mid-Foundation Establishment level.
“The two of you, go at Jiang Huai together.”
“Su Yingman, you may only use the Basic Sword Technique—nothing else.”
“Zhuxin, you can only use Basic Unarmed Combat, no Fire Arts Divine Ability or Body Arts Secret Technique at all.” “Clash purely as Foundation Establishment cultivators, with only basic skills.”
Su Yingman smiled faintly, casually picking up an Iron Sword. “Forgive me, husband.”
Zhuxin said nothing. Beneath her red armor, her body lowered slightly, like a hunting leopard poised to strike, eyes fixed on Jiang Huai.
She too was extremely curious—just how strong was Jiang Huai’s fighting power with that body of his?
Jiang Huai drew a deep breath, gripping the sword hilt in his right hand.
“Begin!” Qin Qingyue tapped her tail tip to the ground.
Swish!
Su Yingman’s body moved like a breeze, the Iron Sword flashing into a concentrated gleam of cold light, stabbing straight for Jiang Huai’s heart, showing no mercy.
Zhuxin’s foot pressed down, a fierce and unmatched straight punch blasting toward Jiang Huai’s sword arm.
Their target was clear: force him to abandon his sword.
A sword stab and a punch, pressing from both sides, murderous intent chilling.
Inside Jiang Huai, the Chaos Dao Platform hummed, resonating with the sword in his hand, the Yuan Yang Force and Xuan Yin Force endlessly revolving within the Dao Platform.
He twisted his right wrist, the sword shrouded in a misty gray aura, as a force of ultimate yin and softness—the Xuan Yin Force—spread out.
The sword tip met Su Yingman’s sword tip with precise accuracy.
An ultimate force of yin and softness traveled along the sword, instantly dissolving the momentum built up on her blade.
At the same time, Jiang Huai’s footwork shifted, moving him aside to dodge the brunt of Zhuxin’s punch.
His left hand was not idle—fingers spread, and a pure yang force suddenly surged up from his palm, an explosive aura of utmost yang and strength bursting forth.
“What?!”
Zhuxin’s pupils contracted; the Yuan Yang Force within her was stirred and thrown into chaos by this same-source, yet purer and more domineering power.
After dual cultivation, Jiang Huai now possessed both Yuan Yang Body and Xuanyin Body powers that were purer than Su Yingman and Zhuxin’s, revolving within the Dao Platform.
In the stalemate, Jiang Huai’s thoughts moved swiftly, Chaos Dao Platform rotating, Yuan Yang and Xuan Yin swapping places.
Xuan Yin Force erupted in his left palm, turning yang to yin.
Zhuxin felt her fierce punch crash into a bottomless mire, her force dissolved layer by layer, delayed and unable to progress.
Meanwhile, on Jiang Huai’s sword, the misty gray transformed in an instant into blazing pure yang.
The sword’s momentum turned from yin to yang, from soft to hard, a searing sharp sword intent thrusting straight for Su Yingman’s face.
Warning bells blared in Su Yingman’s mind; she instinctively leaped back.
But the sword, after turning to yang, shifted once more—now transforming back into yin, its soft force wrapping around Su Yingman’s retreat, pressing in closer and closer.
Clang! Su Yingman’s Iron Sword fell from her grasp to the ground.
She froze in place, staring in disbelief at her empty palm, which still bore traces of the Mist of Yin and Yang.
Wait, just how yin can this get?
The swordsmanship she’d always prided herself on seemed so fragile before this ever-changing sword aura of Yin-Yang Rotation and chaos.
Zhuxin was equally shocked, withdrawing her punch, her eyes sparkling.
That strong? Even more forceful than my own Yuan Yang Body?
Upon the Dragon Throne, Qin Qingyue was already standing.
She had seen everything—Jiang Huai had perfectly wielded the Yuan Yang Force and Xuan Yin Force, Yin-Yang Rotation, combining hardness and softness, everything at his command.
One must know, these two weren’t ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators; they’d cultivated for so many years!
“Good, very good.” Qin Qingyue praised without reservation.
“With your strength, I’m at ease sending you to the Secret Realm.”
Jiang Huai sheathed his sword and asked, “In the five regions, where does my strength rank?”
Zhuxin was still lost in shock, thoughts tumbling.
What rank? If you were around back when I was at Foundation Establishment, you’d have been able to kill me outright.
Su Yingman, on the other hand, remained calm, even a little resigned, content to simply lie back and relax.
After all, she only had to open her legs in bed and wait for her husband to transform that Innate Primordial Qi into Child Qi and transfer it into her body, then simply lie there and Ascend to the Immortal Realm.
Jealousy?
With a husband this strong, all she felt was pride—what room was there for jealousy?
She was the No. 001 Concubine, with a high status.
Qin Qingyue shook her head with a smile. “At the very least, you’re much stronger than I and Wu Zhaohua were when we established our Foundation. But don’t get careless.” “In a few days, we’ll set out for the Secret Realm. When the time comes, strive for the best.” There was a note of expectation in her tone.
After speaking, Qin Qingyue’s gaze turned to Zhuxin:
“Zhuxin.”
“Mm?” Zhuxin snapped out of her shock.
“You… should have your own place to stay as well.”
“You and Su Yingman, move to the Sea Calming Hall. As for which residence you pick, that’s up to you.” A hint of confusion flashed in Su Yingman’s eyes.
There were clearly many vacant rooms left in the Dragon’s Roar Hall.
Hadn’t the Main Wife previously intended to have all of Jiang Huai’s concubines live here, for ease of closeness?
The Sea Calming Hall wasn’t exactly near the Dragon’s Roar Hall.
But in a moment, Su Yingman instantly understood Qin Qingyue’s true intention, and a knowing smile played at her lips.
“I understand.” Zhuxin nodded in agreement.