“Palace Master Qin, since Young Master Jiang has returned safely, I will take my leave.”
White Dew nodded slightly to Qin Qingyue, her tone as cold and calm as ever.
Qin Qingyue was momentarily taken aback, then smiled brightly. “There’s no need to rush off like that. I’ll see you off.”
She couldn’t wait for Wu Zhaohua to disappear, but toward White Dew, Qin Qingyue held a few degrees of goodwill.
On one hand, White Dew was well-versed in the many mysteries of the Yin-Yang Body; on the other, the North Sea White Dragon Clan had always been shrouded in secrecy, with no one knowing the exact location or true appearance of their Dragon Palace.
Qin Qingyue had always felt that when the five great Dragon Clans split, the South Dragon Clan must have taken the lion’s share of the benefits.
This trip was the perfect opportunity to probe the reality of the North Sea.
Yet White Dew’s expression remained unchanged as she lightly tapped the deck with delicate feet, then gracefully leapt into the air, transforming into a small white dragon with crystalline scales and elegant posture.
“Thank you for your kindness, Palace Master Qin. I understand. I will return on my own.”
She circled once, her dragon head turning to look at Qin Qingyue.
“Please do not forget your promise. When the time comes, I will send the Dragon Vessel to invite Jiang Huai.”
With that, she transformed into a pure white streak of light and vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye, her speed astonishing.
“Alright… alright.” Qin Qingyue watched her disappear with a hint of helplessness, muttering, “Why must she leave so quickly?”
Beside her, the graceful Chi Hong chuckled and stepped forward.
“It’s fine, Palace Master Qin. If she won’t give you face, I will!”
“Please see me off and take me to the Central Continent Dragon Palace. I want to catch up with Ao Shuang.”
Qin Qingyue sighed, considering that the Nine Heavens Palace wasn’t too far from the Central Continent Dragon Palace.
She agreed, steering the Xianzhou to break through the clouds and head toward the Central Continent.
Inside the elegant chamber of the Xianzhou, the atmosphere was rather delicate.
Zhuxin tightly embraced her long-lost daughter, carefully inspecting her.
“Are you really unharmed? Do you feel any discomfort?”
Zhu Siyao proudly lifted her small face. “Not a single scratch, Mother. I’m not only fine, but my cultivation has advanced!”
The warmth of the Pure Yang Body was still as comforting as ever, like a never-dying furnace.
“Mother, I’m a Third Turn Golden Core now, third turn!” Compared to her previous state, third turn was a major breakthrough.
Upon hearing her cultivation level, Zhuxin paused slightly, her eyes flickering as if recalling something. She nodded absentmindedly.
“Have you been listening to your father?” she asked again.
At the mention of him, Zhu Siyao’s heart sank halfway. Anxiously, she said, “Mother, what nonsense are you talking about?”
“He… how could he…”
How could it be like this? Returning only to be completely demoted. How was she supposed to face Jiang Huai in the future?
Zhuxin frowned slightly, clearing her throat as the dignified aura of the Sect Master returned to her face, unyielding and authoritative.
“Nonsense? Do you think I’m joking?” In her eyes, this status had to be secured for her daughter’s future.
Backed by a Grandmother at the Immortal-level Great Ascension Stage and a Yin-Yang Body father, this was a powerful support the Blazing Sect could never provide.
Who knew if in the future she could ascend to the Immortal Realm together with her, achieving a respectable immortal position?
“Mother, all you ever care about is this…” Zhu Siyao wriggled free from her embrace, her expression awkward.
“What about my real father?”
Zhuxin’s expression immediately grew complicated, a faint blush of embarrassment crossing her brows and eyes.
How could she tell her daughter that she didn’t have a father in the traditional sense? That originally he was just a “human-shaped elixir” she had prepared to break through her own cultivation?
That only because her mother’s heart softened in the end was she still alive?
Such words were too difficult to speak, as both a mother and elder.
“Say something, Mother! Is my father so shameful that you can’t speak of him? After all these years, tell me today!”
Zhu Siyao relentlessly shook her mother’s arm.
Pressed by her questions, Zhuxin steeled herself and blurted out, “Why do you ask so much? Your father is who he is, no one else!”
“Don’t ask again!”
Seeing her mother truly angry, Zhu Siyao reluctantly fell silent, pouting.
The warm reunion atmosphere vanished instantly, and mother and daughter fell into an awkward silence.
Nearby, Su Yingman curiously circled a large wooden barrel, peering inside at Tang Zhaoxue soaking within.
Tang Zhaoxue quietly lowered her head, trying to minimize her presence.
She had realized that the two women in this room were unfathomably powerful; none of them were someone she could see through.
Especially the woman in red armor who resembled Zhu Siyao closely—the aura she emanated was deep and vast, causing a chill to run down Tang Zhaoxue’s spine.
Tang Zhaoxue silently shuddered.
What kind of circle had she stumbled into? Luckily, she hadn’t been too cruel to Zhu Siyao back then.
Otherwise, she would’ve been beaten to death by her mother and daughter upon return.
“What kind of Spiritual Liquid is this?” Su Yingman asked, curiosity mixed with uncertainty.
It looked like it, felt warm and viscous to the touch, even smelled unique, but she couldn’t be sure.
“It’s exactly what you think.” Jiang Huai stood beside her.
“This is for you.” Su Yingman’s eyes widened.
“Mm.”
“Then is she your…” Su Yingman’s gaze flickered over Tang Zhaoxue, quickly assessing her.
Spirit Severing Stage, it seemed. Qi Refining was not Yuanyang Liquid, Foundation Establishment not Purple Mansion, Golden Core not Nine Turns. Could she have a special constitution?
“I’m his maidservant.” Tang Zhaoxue immediately bowed her head low, lowering her posture.
Only then did Su Yingman understand.
So she wasn’t Maidservant 003. That seemed unlikely anyway.
Knowing Qin Qingyue’s character, she would never accept a maidservant so casually.
Actually, Maidservant 003 was still in reserve, a quasi-maidservant rank.
“Wow, do our maidservants get treated this well? Even soak in this?” Su Yingman couldn’t help but tease.
Remembering how stingy Qin Qingyue was last time, only giving Zhuxin a few drops to refine pills, this giant barrel was like night and day in comparison.
Tang Zhaoxue’s eyes flicked between Jiang Huai and Su Yingman, silently understanding that this person’s identity was no less complicated—probably another concubine.
Sigh, even a random maidservant was better off than herself.
She had truly stumbled into a celestial family.
After bidding farewell to Chi Hong, who was headed for the Central Continent Dragon Palace, the Xianzhou finally carried everyone back to the Nine Heavens Palace.
Inside the palace grounds, the crowd was sparse, consisting mainly of a few female disciples and some Dragon Maidservants who showed only subtle dragon traits—short horns or dragon tails—busily moving about.
“Greetings, Palace Master, Young Palace Lord.”
Qin Qingyue nodded, flying up above the Nine Heavens Palace, gazing down at the orderly palace complex below. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she had made a decision.
She slowly raised her hand, and a vast, majestic flow of dragon essence began to gather.
In the next instant—rumble!
A tremendous sound shook the entire Nine Heavens Palace.
Tang Zhaoxue, still soaking in the wooden barrel, and Zhuxin standing beside her, both showed expressions of shock. They felt an unimaginable power acting upon the space.
Before their disbelieving eyes, the Longyin Hall, Profound Tide Palace, and Palace of Tidal Tranquility—the three main halls—emitted a deep rumble, their foundations and structures glowing with radiant spiritual light.
Gradually, they detached from the overall Nine Heavens Palace complex and rose into the air.
Longyin Hall was the residence of Qin Qingyue, Jiang Huai, and others.
Profound Tide Palace housed Qin Qingyue’s treasured spiritual artifacts, while Palace of Tidal Tranquility served as a subsidiary hall.
At this moment, under Qin Qingyue’s supreme divine power, these three core halls were forcibly severed from the Nine Heavens Palace’s layout.
This meant these three halls had become an independent private realm treasure, exclusively belonging to Qin Qingyue and Jiang Huai, forming their own space isolated from the outside.
Meanwhile, the vast area once occupied by these halls was freed, clearly allocated to ordinary disciples and elders of the Nine Heavens Palace.
The meaning of this action was self-evident.
Qin Qingyue had officially opened the doors to establish her own sect.
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