The winds surged and clouds churned.
Qin Qingyue, in the form of a massive black dragon, soared through the clouds.
Su Yingman, Tang Zhaoxue, and Jiang Huai all stood steadily on her broad dragon back, racing toward Southern Ridge.
During the flight, Qin Qingyue suddenly spoke, her voice as clear as a dragon’s song cutting through the wind:
“Yingman, tell me, if a Yin-Yang Body gives birth to a descendant, there will only ever be one Yin-Yang Body in the next generation, right? And is that Yin-Yang Body usually the firstborn?”
She wondered to herself, if there really are descendants in the future, would the chances of having a Yin-Yang Body just be left to chance?
How long would that take?
Standing atop the dragon’s back, Su Yingman was momentarily stunned by the question.
Why would the Main Wife suddenly bring this up? Could she already be considering the matter of heirs? Isn’t it a bit too early for that?
She carefully recalled the Huanhuan Sect’s secret records, then answered with caution:
“Main Wife, a Yin-Yang Body is such a heaven-defying constitution; the laws of the world seem to allow only one per generation.”
“That’s why, for almost all Yin-Yang Bodies, their firstborn child is the one to inherit the Yin-Yang Body in the next generation.”
“Any other children after that, though their bloodline is extraordinary, would never have the Yin-Yang Body again.” She smiled and added,
“If Main Wife desires a Yin-Yang Body descendant, it would be best to work with your husband and secure that firstborn. That would be the surest way.”
Qin Qingyue let out a pleased hum, her dragon whiskers brushing through the air.
Such words sounded almost like nonsense to her.
Jiang Huai’s firstborn—if it wasn’t with her, the Palace Master, who else would it be with?
The future Yin-Yang Body must come from her and Jiang Huai’s bloodline. There was absolutely no doubt about this!
Jiang Huai gently stroked one of Qin Qingyue’s scales.
“I don’t want children just yet.”
He felt he was still too young, and although his talent was great—his Yin-Yang Body unique in his generation—
he still relied on Qin Qingyue, this Great Tree, for his cultivation.
He hoped that, once his cultivation reached a certain height, he might even be able to protect Qin Qingyue himself—and then, only then, would he consider having a child.
Qin Qingyue naturally understood Jiang Huai’s thoughts and muttered: [“What difference does it make? You’re just a man. Don’t children always go to the woman to raise?”]
She truly couldn’t understand why Jiang Huai was always so different from everyone else.
Su Yingman only smiled sweetly, but said nothing.
This was none of her concern, nor did she dare hope for such a thing.
Suddenly, Qin Qingyue asked again out of the blue:
“Then what if, say, this firstborn isn’t mine, or—heaven forbid—I die young, and there are children born after? Would they still be Yin-Yang Bodies?”
She asked lightly, but Su Yingman shivered instantly.
What kind of question is that? Is she trying to warn me?
She replied awkwardly, “This… according to the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, it should… maybe still be possible?”
“I can’t say for sure. There’s nothing about this in the ancient texts—no one can say.”
Qin Qingyue didn’t get a definite answer, but she didn’t pursue it any further.
She simply swayed her enormous dragon tail, sending up a gust of fierce wind.
She didn’t really care about the answer.
With her absolute feminine power, no one dared to challenge her authority.
This was the unbreakable bond between her and Jiang Huai!
No matter how many women surrounded him, not a single one could shake her position in the slightest.
Thinking this, Qin Qingyue was thoroughly satisfied, and the dragon’s flight grew even swifter.
At the same time, deep within the North Plains Secret Realm, at the resting grounds of the White Dragon Clan.
Clan leader White Dew, within the snow-laden palace, announced to the entire clan that she would enter seclusion effective immediately.
All clan affairs would be handled by the elders and Saintess together for the time being.
This seclusion might last as little as ten months, or perhaps much longer—no one could say.
News of this came as a surprise to the clan, but none dared disobey.
Deep in the heart of the secret realm, the Millennia Ice glowed with a faint blue light.
White Dew had shed all her garments and sat completely unclothed atop the colossal Cold Jade Throne.
Her youthful figure was exquisitely delicate, her skin whiter than snow, as if she had fused with the surrounding ice crystals—so cold and pure, she hardly seemed a creature of this world.
Atop her head were the white horns of a dragon; her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, tracing her slender waist and rounded shoulders.
Beneath her delicate collarbone, her curves were full and proud, the rosy tips tightening from the extreme chill, making them all the more enticing.
Her face wore its usual cold, unapproachable indifference, like a goddess carved from ice, yet deep in those icy blue eyes,
there churned a tangle of emotions impossible to unravel.
Her elegant dragon tail wound around her slender waist.
Her pale hand gently covered her smooth, flat belly, where she could distinctly feel a faint but tenacious life force—so warm and vibrant, so wholly different from her own icy core—quietly growing within her.
This feeling was so unfamiliar, and yet so impossible to ignore.
Who would have thought…
She sighed to herself, her heart filled with a sense of self-mockery and the absurdity of fate.
‘Ancient Slumber, frozen for millennia, and not a drop of bloodline left behind.
Now awakened in this world, I’m to bear a child in such a manner.’
And that child, would carry the hopes of this world—the Yin-Yang Body.
Thinking of her friend who was also a Yin-Yang Body, her feelings grew even more complicated, and she couldn’t help but shake her head.
Meanwhile, deep within the Southern Ridge, at the South Sea Dragon Palace.
Unlike the snowy, crystal realm of the Northern Plains White Dragon Clan, this land was eternally scorching.
Rivers of magma flowed slowly like molten rivers, and the air was thick with the scent of flame.
The grand South Sea Dragon Palace was built entirely from dark-red blazing stones and flowing molten crystal.
Its halls and towers seemed to burn with eternal fire, radiating both a scorching heat and a surge of vital energy.
Not only that—the dragon maidens here were full of vitality.
No matter their rank, every member of the Red Dragon Clan had a mature and voluptuous figure.
They were tall and full-bodied, their curves undulating like ripe peaches, exuding a fiery, passionate allure and boundless life force.
Their eyes were most often brilliant gold or deep red, shining with a wild and spirited light.
As they moved, their ornaments chimed, and their thin red gauze dresses could scarcely hide their breathtaking figures.
At this moment, in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, the Red Dragon Clan Leader, Chi Hong, was lounging lazily on a massive dragon throne carved entirely from molten crystal, a book brought back from the Small World cradled in her hands.
Those people over there really do know how to tame husbands—so many tricks. Chi Hong was reading with great interest.
She herself was the embodiment of her clan’s allure: voluptuous, graceful, and dazzlingly beautiful, with fox-like eyes that bore the majesty of one long in power.
Feeling a sudden, powerful presence, Chi Hong sat up abruptly.
Right then, a report came from outside the hall:
“Clan Leader, Palace Master Qin from Nine Heavens Palace is here with her people to pay a visit!”
Chi Hong’s gorgeous face darkened at once, her long fingers unconsciously clenching on the armrest.
“What’s Qin Qingyue doing here again?”
Irritation rose in her chest, and her first thought was:
Could it be that Jiang Huai has been detained by that Wu Zhaohua of Wenxuan Sect again? And now she’s come asking for help?
Her feelings toward Qin Qingyue were extremely complicated; she didn’t want to provoke her, but she didn’t want to be at odds, either.
Now that the guests were at the palace gates, she, as clan leader, couldn’t simply refuse them entry. She waved a hand:
“I know. Let her come here.”
Elder Chi Qin’s long, sharp brows arched in surprise.
Her face was a bit longer, with a shrewd, sharp-edged look. She asked, confused,
“Clan Leader, you’re not going out to greet them at the gates?”
After all, the other was the master of a palace, a formidable power—by rights, such treatment was a bit disrespectful.
Not that she liked Qin Qingyue, either.
Chi Hong pouted, her chest heaving twice: [“Let her come herself.”]
A moment later, before the dragon itself arrived, a hearty laugh rang out:
“Hahahaha, long time no see, Chi Hong!”
Qin Qingyue, dressed in dark palace robes, strode in with Jiang Huai in tow, smiling brightly.
Her demeanor this time was much more polite than on their last meeting.
Chi Hong smiled back at Qin Qingyue, glanced at Jiang Huai, and then slowly extended her elegant hand.
Immediately, a wave of scorching energy filled the hall as four Flame Crystal Stones hovered above her palm, each radiating immense power, arcane patterns faintly visible on their surfaces.
Since Qin Qingyue had snatched her crystal stones last time, Chi Hong had taken care to keep all the crystals in her own possession—she would never let that happen again.
It was a small way of regaining her lost pride.
Qin Qingyue’s pretty face stiffened for a moment, but she pulled Jiang Huai forward with a quick smile:
“Chi Hong, what are you doing bringing these out? Aren’t we friends?”
“I’m here today with joyful news!”