Chapter 16: The Intertwined Two

Although Qin Qingyue’s true form was a Dragon, her feet after transforming into human form were indeed quite beautiful—their shape was delicate, with a pale, rosy glow shining through the fair skin.

Even though her toes had no colored decoration, just as they were, they looked exquisite, so lovely that one couldn’t help but want to hold and play with them.

As soon as the cool and soft soles of Qin Qingyue’s feet touched down, the coiled Black Dragon Mark instantly awakened.

Jiang Huai’s breathing suddenly deepened, his gaze unfocused, beyond his control.

Neither of them spoke, letting the quiet, ambiguous atmosphere spread through the air.

“Did you drug me?”

“I didn’t drug you.”

“Then you must have done something else, how low!” Jiang Huai twisted his hips angrily as he spoke.

“If I did anything else, may the heavens strike me with five bolts of lightning.” Qin Qingyue looked solemn as she raised three slender fingers to swear.

“……..”

“Then what is going on……..”

“You haven’t cultivated properly. Let me teach you….” The Black-scaled Dragon Lady moved her lotus-like feet aside, leaned forward, and approached with a smile on her face.

Within the Wenxuan Sect, after Wu Zhaohua had finished arranging everything, she returned alone to her own Immortal Peak, back to the Old Courtyard she had moved into, beginning her solitude.

With her hands behind her back, she pushed open the worn courtyard gate. The familiar scene entered her eyes, her beautiful gaze complicated.

Such a familiar place, yet now arranged within the Wenxuan Sect, the scenery seemed to have taken on a more immortal air.

But the person she most wanted to see had vanished.

Wu Zhaohua slowly walked into the courtyard, her brows slightly furrowed, gently stroking a spot where the wall’s paint had peeled off, her gaze sorrowful.

Qin Qingyue tightly hugged Jiang Huai’s waist, her soft body pressed against his, her red lips biting at his neck, leaving mark after mark.

Jiang Huai closed his eyes, feeling as if he were lying against a great, living piece of cotton with the sensation of skin.

Wu Zhaohua squatted down, her slender fingers gently stroking the patch of earth Qi Yuyong had turned over, recalling the image of Jiang Huai once planting vegetables here.

Qin Qingyue leaned down, her tender hands softly kneading Jiang Huai.

She carefully guided Jiang Huai, as a Great Ascension stage expert, teaching him how to “breathe and circulate energy.”

Each “lesson” matched the rhythm of his pulse precisely as he neared the edge of losing control.

Wu Zhaohua took a few seeds from her bosom, personally planted them in the soil, then picked up a small spade beside her to loosen the earth, her expression earnest.

She intended to fulfill her promise, to plant flowers here, and from then on, live a good life with Jiang Huai, never letting him suffer again.

Once she brought Jiang Huai home, Wu Zhaohua wanted him to see flowers blooming here, so many beautiful flowers.

After placing the flower seeds, Qin Qingyue finally stood up, habitually dusting off her spotless, fair hands.

Only after a long while did Qin Qingyue lift her head.

“Little firewood.”

She looked up, leaned in, and teasingly insulted him, her Dragon eyes fixed intently on Jiang Huai.

She didn’t dare go too far, testing Jiang Huai’s boundaries little by little.

After all, he was currently the only person who could accompany her and ease her loneliness, and he was quite a good man.

Jiang Huai, hearing this, sat up unwillingly, spun around suddenly, and pressed Qin Qingyue beneath him:

“I’m not like those other men.”

Clearly, he was not a native of this matriarchal world and wasn’t used to how men were treated here—at least not in bed, and he didn’t like it either.

Qin Qingyue, pressed beneath him, wasn’t annoyed. Instead, she laughed, lying on the bed curtains, gently stroking Jiang Huai’s head with indulgence, whispering, “I can tell, but sooner or later, you’ll be the same.”

Sooner or later, she would make the man before her into the person she liked.

After sweeping the courtyard outside, Wu Zhaohua stepped into the house, took off her shoes and socks, and quietly lay on her side on the bed.

She hugged the quilt, her delicate nose inhaling its scent, her breathing a bit hurried.

With Wu Zhaohua’s Immortal Power restricting this place, the quilt still carried Jiang Huai’s familiar scent, which enchanted her.

“I miss you so much, I want to……”

Smelling the familiar scent, a blush crept over Wu Zhaohua’s noble and pretty face. She fell into deep longing, her thighs tightly clamped around the quilt.

As a Great Ascension stage cultivator who had devoted herself to the martial path, she had almost never experienced such things. After meeting Jiang Huai, a long-suppressed feeling lingered in her heart.

She deeply regretted it—why had she acted so late, so very late.

Wu Zhaohua parted her lips slightly, her pearly teeth biting uncontrollably at the quilt corner, breathing deeply.

How was he doing over there? Was that crazy woman Qin Qingyue mistreating him? Bullying him?

Jiang Huai—Jiang Huai’s scent—she wanted to keep it forever.

Qin Qingyue gently swayed, stroking Jiang Huai’s hair, her fingers running through his locks, pulling him into her embrace, her nose breathing in his scent.

As a member of the Dragon Race, she was very sensitive to smells, wanting to remember his scent.

“I’ve memorized your scent. You can’t run now.” Qin Qingyue giggled, pressing Jiang Huai’s head between her fair skin.

At this moment, her Dragon tail played a crucial role, tightly coiling around Jiang Huai’s waist, lending him strength.

The Dragon tail could help him save energy, greatly reducing physical exertion and assisting with cultivation.

Jiang Huai also felt much less effort was needed, tightly hugging Qin Qingyue’s delicate body, a pleasant fragrance drifting to his nose.

He didn’t know why, but right now he found Qin Qingyue’s scent intoxicating—every inch of her was mesmerizing.

It wasn’t quite a faint fragrance, hard to describe—let’s call it Dragon Scent.

“Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai…….”

Wu Zhaohua softly murmured, her eyes dreamy, imagining Jiang Huai at her side, loving her.

She would cherish him dearly, shower him with utmost gentleness, and make him the happiest man in the world.

As long as she found him, brought him home, from then on, day and night would be filled with…

After a long while, Wu Zhaohua’s body relaxed, her slender hand flopping aside as she collapsed on the bed like soft clay, her breathing evening out.

“Jiang Huai…….”

Qin Qingyue lifted her Dragon tail, contentedly pulling Jiang Huai close, leaning comfortably against the bedhead, a smile at her lips.

That’s enough for now—she couldn’t go too far with Jiang Huai, or it would be bad for cultivation.

Jiang Huai gradually felt the fire in his heart subsiding, lying on top of Qin Qingyue, his breathing likewise evening out.

The surging afterglow receded like the tide, leaving a cool emptiness behind.

In this indulgent warmth, Wu Zhaohua’s eyes—always tinged with sickness yet stubbornly gazing toward the direction of his return—suddenly crashed into Jiang Huai’s mind.

“I wonder what she’s doing now… She should be back at the Wenxuan Sect, right?”

“So she was the exalted Sect Master all along….”

As he thought, sleepiness overtook him, and he gradually drifted off atop Qin Qingyue’s belly.

In his dreams, it was as if he had returned to life in the Old Courtyard of that small town, working outside by day and caring for the bedridden Wu Zhaohua at home.

She lay on the bed waiting for him to visit, her eyes full of grievance.

Seeing Jiang Huai asleep, Qin Qingyue’s enormous Dragon tail silently stretched and expanded, its inner side becoming extremely soft, wrapping him up snugly and forming a warm quilt.

She lifted her fingertip. The vast spiritual energy gathered by the Dragon Palace flowed like rivers to the sea, purified into countless near-invisible dark motes of light. With each unconscious breath Jiang Huai took, they seeped into his dantian, merging with the Black Dragon Mark on his body.

When it came to cultivation resources, she would, of course, give Jiang Huai the best—at least no worse than that woman Wu Zhaohua.

My spiritual energy, my brand, my… man.