“I don’t need this sword anymore. I’ll take it back to the Honored Master.”
For the first time, Ao Yao felt a hint of disgust toward this ever-victorious short sword. She didn’t even bother lying on the sword; instead, she climbed up the scabbard to Ji Xi’s shoulder, then slid down into the valley between Ji Xi’s exceptionally full and soft breasts, peeking out with a pair of big green eyes, watching the short sword warily.
Ji Xi was very tall, so naturally her chest was large. Ao Yao found it warm and comfortable nestled there.
Ji Xi didn’t mind the younger one’s mischief. She stroked the scabbard, her tone tinged with amusement and helplessness:
“No can do. You’ve already nurtured it for so long; it can’t change owners now.”
Ao Yao’s dragon eyes went wide.
“If it could be abandoned, why would we keep passing it down through generations? I couldn’t bring myself to use it back then.”
Ao Yao shot Jiang Zhun a strange look and whispered to Ji Xi, “He’s a lecher. What do we do?”
“And he has a dragon fetish.”
Ji Xi raised an elegant eyebrow slightly, bent down, and leaned her ear closer. Ao Yao crawled over her skin and began recounting by her ear—about the women around him, about his dealings with the Dragon Race, about this and that.
Ji Xi couldn’t stop laughing, a joy she couldn’t suppress, swaying and trembling lightly.
Jiang Huai, watching from the side, was beginning to sweat. He felt like Ao Yao was about to expose all his secrets, and from an outsider’s perspective at that.
Cang Jing grew anxious. She breathed a puff of air by Jiang Zhun’s ear, her dragon claws tapping restlessly on his shoulder—tap, tap, tap—her mood extremely agitated. We didn’t come here to play around. My little sister might not even be savable, and you still haven’t asked about her? But Ji Xi was in the middle of a lively chat with Ao Yao, so she couldn’t interrupt and didn’t dare to. She could only pin her hopes on Jiang Huai, staring at his profile with longing, her amber dragon eyes full of worry and expectation.
Jiang Huai naturally felt Cang Jing’s anxiety. He seized the moment and quickly spoke up:
“Senior… we came here for an important matter.”
Ji Xi turned her head to look at him, and Ao Yao stopped talking.
“This woman beside me is Cang Jing, the current Saintess of the Yellow Dragon Clan. Her younger sister seems to have been devoured by an Extraterrestrial Demon…” As he spoke, Jiang Huai explained the entire situation in detail.
Ji Xi’s brow furrowed slightly. A hint of difficulty appeared on her heroic face. She pondered continuously, her gaze shifting from Jiang Huai’s face to Cang Jing, then to the short sword.
“This… it’s too late. This is already the final step of Nirvanic Extinction. Though she may not be dead yet, it’s equivalent to having entered Nirvanic Extinction.”
She thought for a moment and explained, “This is the method of the Extraterrestrial Demons. First, they invade, then they devour living beings to strengthen themselves. After completely annihilating the world’s creatures, they gather together to produce seeds and collectively enter Nirvanic Extinction.”
Clearly, Cang Ling had reached the final step and was heading toward Nirvanic Extinction, just like countless beings devoured by Extraterrestrial Demons in the past.
“Senior, is there really no other way? If possible, I can go in my sister’s place. I’ll do anything.”
Cang Jing suddenly stood up from Jiang Huai’s shoulder, speaking urgently, her dragon eyes revealing determination and despair.
Ji Xi looked at Cang Jing’s amber dragon eyes and couldn’t help but sigh, “The Yellow Dragon Clan are truly born warriors, as firm as steel. If I could help, I wouldn’t be stingy with your Dragon Race, let alone for a junior of your generation. But unfortunately…”
Unfortunately, she was not an Immortal. For beings that had entered Nirvanic Extinction, she truly had no way to save them. In the Primordial Era, she couldn’t; now, as a soul, she even less could. Just as the dead cannot be revived, even a Great Ascension Yin-Yang Body cannot bring the dead back to life.
Cang Jing was completely devastated. Tears welled up in her dragon eyes, dripping down drop by drop. She sobbed continuously, heartbroken.
“Then what about my sister? What do we do?”
Her voice was broken and hoarse.
Ji Xi lowered her eyes. Her heroic face showed a dim expression. Even though she was used to this kind of scene, even though she had seen countless separations by life and death, she still felt sad.
“Little Yellow Dragon, this is our war against the Extraterrestrial Demons. It’s all my fault. If I had back then…”
If she had left Yin-Yang Body descendants in the Five Provinces generation after generation, maybe things would be much better now.
Jiang Huai held Cang Jing in his arms, bowed his head, and gently stroked her scales. Cang Jing wept loudly in his embrace.
“Senior, actually, when I came, I had an idea. I don’t know if it’s feasible.”
Ji Xi asked, “What idea? Tell me.”
Jiang Huai raised his eyes to meet Ji Xi’s gaze and said, “This pair of Yellow Dragon sisters is unusual. They aren’t ordinary sisters; they were born from the same egg. Between them, there is a mutual interpenetration—you in me, me in you—very much like something.”
As he spoke, he opened his palm. Black and white light surged from his hand, interweaving, rotating, and merging in the void into a slowly turning Yin-Yang Fish. Black within white, white within black. Cycle upon cycle, endless generation.
“Senior, I think Cang Ling isn’t truly heading toward Nirvanic Extinction. In fact, part of her still remains in Cang Jing.”
Ji Xi’s eyes flickered slightly, as if she guessed what Jiang Huai was about to say.
“If I can separate them like Yin and Yang…” Jiang Huai made a cutting motion with his hand, and the Yin-Yang Fish split apart with a crack. The black and white light separated into two independent, pure spheres of light—one black, one white—each rotating independently without interference.
“Then I can extract the life force belonging to Cang Ling, and take the opportunity to pull Cang Ling back. After all, she isn’t truly dead. What does Senior think?”
Cang Jing stopped crying. She looked at Ji Xi with eager, amber dragon eyes full of hope and supplication.
Ji Xi blinked, stroked Ao Yao’s dragon head on her chest, and murmured, “Hearing you say that, it’s actually a clever idea. As long as we can restore the life force of the other little Yellow Dragon. But… you can’t do it with your current cultivation, right?”
Jiang Huai was taken aback.
“Can’t Senior do it?”
Ji Xi sighed.
“No, I can’t. Even if you use your Essence Blood to control my body, you can only use Lingli, not Dao Arts, right?”
Jiang Huai fell silent because Ji Xi was right. He could use her body to slash a heaven-shaking sword strike, could use her power to crush those Extraterrestrial Demons, but Dao Arts require a soul, will, and a deep understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. His understanding of Yin and Yang had not reached that level yet. Even using Ji Xi’s body, he still couldn’t.
Ji Xi bit her lower lip, her expression suddenly turning very subtle.
“However, this isn’t a very refined Dao Art. If it’s just about achieving separation…”
As she spoke, both Ji Xi and Jiang Zhun’s gazes fell on the short sword.
Ao Yao looked left and right, and suddenly had a bad feeling.
Oh no, my sword is doomed.
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