“Young Lord Jiang.”
A clear voice sounded from behind, and Jiang Zhun, who was focusing on sword practice, paused his wrist, his sword tip tracing a beautiful flourish before slowly withdrawing his stance.
He turned around, and two beautiful figures came into view.
Leading them was Bai Lei, dressed in martial attire, her dark hair tied high, her brows naturally carrying a cold, stern air—the dignity accumulated from years of overseeing punishment.
Beside her, Qi Yuyong was completely different, wearing a water-green wide-sleeved flowing immortal dress, her steps light, smiling before she even spoke, her almond eyes bright and lively like a clear mountain spring, agile and gentle.
“Hm?” Jiang Huai responded, his gaze lingering briefly on the two of them.
Qi Yuyong took a step forward and asked with a beaming smile:
“How long are we going to stay here? Is there any news from the Five Provinces?”
Her gaze inadvertently swept over the Sword in Jiang Huai’s hand, and she could tell that what he practiced was indeed Wenxuan Swordsmanship, and moreover, the exquisite version taught by Senior Sister herself.
Already.
Now that they were living under someone else’s roof, she could not bring herself to speak of Sect rules, such as how Swordsmanship cannot be passed to outsiders.
Mentioning this, Jiang Huai sighed slightly, returned the sword to its scabbard, walked towards the two of them, and spread his hands:
“I don’t know how long we’ll stay either; it mainly depends on White Dew’s arrangements.”
He paused, a touch of worry coloring his brow:
“I think the Five Great Dragon Clans should be starting to Union with the Human Race.” Five Provinces had clearly run into a major problem, and the Outworld Heavenly Demon might have already begun their invasion.
But having lost the protection of Great Ascension Stage Cultivators, could those Soul Formation Stage Sects truly Union together? Jiang Huai actually didn’t have high hopes in his heart.
Not to mention that the Five Great Dragon Clans had been separated for a long time, each acting on their own, how could the Human Race possibly discard old grudges and work together with one heart in a short time?
It was feared that even if they could eventually Union, there would be no lack of internal strife and scheming.
After all, the threat of the Outworld Heavenly Demon was already a story from distant legends to most people today.
“I see, I haven’t seen the White Clan Leader lately either, and no news has come from Senior Sister’s side.” Qi Yuyong spoke with regret.
After so long, no one had practiced Self-Severing to descend to the mortal realm; clearly, they were unable to do so.
She scrutinized Jiang Huai for a few moments, and her tone suddenly changed, laughing with amazement:
“However, Young Lord Jiang’s Cultivation has progressed at lightning speed, I’m afraid it won’t be long before you condense a Nascent Soul, right?”
This Cultivation speed was indeed jaw-dropping.
When she first came looking for Senior Sister Wu Zhaohua, Jiang Huai was still a Mortal, and now he had actually reached the Golden Core stage, and was on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.
If it weren’t for the Outworld Heavenly Demon invasion disrupting the situation, at this rate, the Deity Transformation Realm would probably be just around the corner, enough to rival the years of bitter Cultivation she and Bai Lei had put in.
Hearing this, Bai Lei also scrutinized Jiang Huai and couldn’t help but nod slightly.
No wonder he was regarded as the Hope of the future; such Cultivation speed and the ability to fight across levels were truly beyond common logic.
Jiang Huai was startled, then lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the Sword at his waist.
Regarding the improvement of his Cultivation, he had always been unstoppable, and his understanding of the Dao of the sword also far exceeded ordinary people.
Only one thing, even if he had reached the bottleneck of the late Golden Core stage, if he could not find a woman with an extreme Yin or extreme Yang Physique to help him, it would be difficult to break through.
In the past, with Qin Qingyue by his side, he could still be worry-free, but where could he find one now?
“Young Lord Jiang seems to have something difficult to say?” Qi Yuyong keenly captured the slight change in his emotions.
Jiang Huai shook his head and smiled bitterly:
“Nothing.”
Just then, a cold wind suddenly swept through the courtyard, fluttering their clothes and swirling the fallen dry leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.
Jiang Huai sensed something and turned his head to look.
On the eaves, a white embroidered shoe lightly touched the tiles, silent and soundless.
Looking up, there was an elegantly swaying silver Dragon Tail, slender yet not lacking a sense of power in the calves, a slightly bulging belly wrapped in a white dress, and further up, meeting a pair of cold blue Dragon Eyes like a wintry pool, with small Dragon Horns adding an indescribable cuteness to her.
“White Clan Leader.” Jiang Huai greeted softly, his gaze involuntarily lingering for a moment on her obvious pregnant belly, silently calculating the days in his heart.
Is she about to give birth?
White Dew’s toes touched lightly, and her figure floated down like a feather.
Despite being pregnant, her movements were st|ill calm and elegant, landing steadily in front of Jiang Huai without showing the slightest bit of clumsiness.
“Give this to you.” She opened her palm, and a warm jade bottle lay quietly in her hand.
“This is?” Jiang Huai took the jade bottle, which felt slightly cool to the touch.
He pulled out the stopper and saw a bright red liquid rippling inside, with a faint Qi circulating, emitting a majestic and astonishing vitality. But “This is the Essence Blood of the previous generation’s Yin-Yang Body.” White Dew explained softly, a flicker of complex emotion passing through her eyes.
“Hm?” Jiang Huai was slightly puzzled.
“A female Yin-Yang Body is different from a male.”
“You can use other methods to exert the potential of the Yin-Yang Body, but she… back then, she could only rely on Essence Blood to bring the effectiveness of her Physique to its peak.” White Dew’s tone carried a bit of sighing.
“I wonder if your male Yin-Yang Body being born in this world carries some kind of mission.” “If it were a female, the situation would probably be even more difficult.”
At least Jiang Huai could still give her Innate Primordial Qi as assistance, while her good sister, back then, wanted to help her but lacked the strength.
“I’ll keep it, but is it of any use?” Jiang Huai gripped the jade bottle tightly, his expression solemn.
“I don’t know either, I’ll give it to you for safekeeping for now, perhaps it will be useful to you.” White Dew’s face was calm and rippleless.
Following her words, Jiang Huai separated a wisp of divine sense and cautiously probed into the jade bottle.
In an instant, his mind was shaken; the Essence Blood seemed to come alive, and a scorching, friendly power spread up along his divine sense, and a blurry figure of a peerless woman seemed to flash before his eyes.
He immediately composed his mind, plugged the jade bottle tightly, solemnly tucked it into his robe, and suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, said:
“There is indeed a reaction, I need to go back and meditate on it properly immediately.”
Could it be that two generations of Yin-Yang Bodies can really do something through Essence Blood? Jiang Huai planned to go back and study it properly.
Having said that, he was about to turn and leave.
“Elder Qi, Elder Bai, I shall take my leave first.” He cupped his hands in farewell.
Both women nodded in return.
White Dew stood still, silently watching Jiang Huai turn away.
One step, two steps..
Her expression became a bit subtle, and she suddenly took two steps forward, her delicate jade foot swinging to kick a small pebble on the ground towards Jiang Huai.
The pebble hit Jiang Huai’s White Dragon Mark location without straying.
Jiang Huai paused his steps, looked back in astonishment, and asked in confusion:
“What’s wrong, White Clan Leader?” Why kick him all of a sudden?
White Dew did not answer immediately, but only lightly placed her hand on her bulging belly, gazing at him quietly.
The wind blew her hair, brushing across those clear blue Dragon Eyes.
Her figure could not be considered petite, but compared to Su Yingman and Qin Qingyue, she was somewhat dainty, lacking mature charm but possessing more of a young girl’s lightness.
The slightly bulging belly gave her another kind of maternal glow.
Under Jiang Huai’s increasingly confused gaze, White Dew remained silent, her pretty face drooping, clearly not very happy.
It wasn’t until he was almost at a loss that she suddenly spoke, her voice infused with a few points of indescribably subtle emotion:
“It’s a girl.”
Although it wasn’t what Jiang Huai had asked, she said it anyway.
Jiang Huai understood instantly, his gaze falling back to her belly, his voice unconsciously softening a little:
“Is she about to be born?”
“Mm,” White Dew nodded slightly.
“Remember to come and name her.” “Otherwise, I’ll hit you.”