White Dew stood silently in the air, a cool, moonlit glow radiating from her body.
Her elegant white dragon tail hung gently downward, like the bright moon of the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world, carrying an untouchable and dignified presence.
On the other side, Su Yingman, exhausted, wavered in the sky for a moment before finally losing her strength.
Like a butterfly with broken wings, she fell, a string of bright red blood droplets scattering like spilled wine, tracing a tragic and beautiful arc through the air.
The Ancestor of the Red Dragon, Chiyun, reacted instantly.
She transformed into a crimson shadow and arrived in a flash, gently catching Su Yingman’s falling body and holding her steadily in her arms.
A warm dragon claw pressed lightly against Su Yingman’s bleeding abdomen.
Pure and gentle red dragon energy was transferred into her, temporarily sealing the wound and halting the loss of life.
“Don’t… don’t make things hard for him.” Su Yingman’s breath was weak, but she forced herself to lift her hand and press against Chiyun’s wrist, which was channeling energy, pleading feebly.
Chiyun paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, her charming eyes curving:
“He has the Yin Yang Constitution. Who would trouble him?”
Su Yingman shook her head, a complex emotion crossing her pale, blood-drained face.
She said nothing more, only turning her gaze to Jiang Huai on the Xianzhou below.
“I mean it.” Jiang Huai looked up at the cool ‘moon’ in the sky, his voice quiet but resolute.
“I will kill them all.”
He paused, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, and continued:
“They made Qingqiu and Zhaohua part from me, forced the Nine Heavens Palace to disband and wander, and now they’ve left Yingman gravely wounded, nearly dead. Why should I remain uninvolved?”
“I said long ago, I would protect everyone by my side.”
“But now, Yingman almost died before my eyes—I can’t accept that!” He clenched his fists tightly, his nails nearly digging into his palms.
Su Yingman breathed heavily, her chest heaving, her beautiful eyes misted with emotion, yet her lips curved in a helpless, bitter smile.
Husband, why are you so sincere…
White Dew quietly gazed down at Jiang Huai, her ice-blue pupils deep as a frozen pond. After a moment, she spoke softly:
“That reason will do.”
Though it wasn’t the answer she preferred, it was enough.
With that, she suddenly turned her head, her gaze stabbing fiercely at the restless black shadow.
The long sword in her hand erupted in dazzling, bone-chilling blue light, her entire presence becoming razor sharp:
“You know me? Well, I know you, too!”
“Blood for blood—back then, the endless slaughter you wreaked in the Five Provinces—today, you’ll pay for all of it!”
“This time it’s your true body that’s descended? Good, then I won’t have to hunt you down!”
The heavens churned with her fury.
Countless tiny ice crystals formed in midair, drifting down like snowflakes as the temperature plunged below freezing.
All of White Dew’s killing intent, hatred accumulated over countless years, was firmly locked onto the Heavenly Demon.
Jiang Huai below was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, he reached out, carefully sensing the vast, familiar energy emanating from White Dew—one that was the same as his, yet far more grand and boundless.
Is this Innate Primordial Qi?!
He was shaken to the core.
This was clearly the unique source energy of the Yin Yang Constitution—how could it appear on White Dew?
The only ones who could have such a presence were Qin Qingyue, Zhuxin, Su Yingman, Chi Lian, Zhu Siyao…
Jiang Huai’s gaze instinctively drifted to White Dew’s clearly rounded, pregnant belly.
Thinking back to Qin Qingyue’s inexplicable rage before, a wild thought rose in his mind.
“No way? It can’t be?” He reflexively reached back to touch the White Dragon Mark behind him.
Hiss!
In the sky, the Heavenly Demon let out a shrill, piercing screech, brimming with terror.
Though both possessed Great Ascension Stage power, the Innate Primordial Qi around White Dew was a natural nemesis to demons like this one, making it tremble from its very soul.
White Dew’s face was as cold as frost; the mask of calm detachment she wore shattered completely, replaced by boundless hatred.
Her clear voice quivered with emotion as she spat, “Back then, you slaughtered the Five Provinces and left them drenched in blood! My kin, my friends, my dearest sisters—all killed by your demonic hands!”
Her plain white dress billowed violently. The Immortal Sword in her grip vibrated, a faint trace of Qingqiu’s dragon’s roar ringing from within.
A massive Dragon Shadow appeared behind her, its eyes icy as it gazed down at the Heavenly Demon.
“After you finished killing and pillaging, you just left so easily, leaving only ruins behind.”
“From that moment, I swore! I would survive! By any means, I would live to the end and wipe all of you out, leaving not a single one!”
White Dew stepped forward, ice lotus traces forming beneath her feet.
She pointed the Immortal Sword directly at the Heavenly Demon, proclaiming sharply:
“I am not of this era! I used Dragon Secret Art to sleep until this time, just to wipe out every last one of you Heavenly Demons!”
“I will avenge the countless innocents who died in ancient times—we will reclaim our blood debt!”
White Dew’s figure moved, merging almost completely with the enormous Dragon Shadow behind her, turning into a streak of ice-blue light as she charged at the Heavenly Demon.
Where the sword-light passed, air froze, leaving winding, icy traces in its wake.
The Dragon Shadow moved with her blade—sometimes clawing, sometimes sweeping with its tail.
The Heavenly Demon’s demonic energy surged, forming all sorts of ferocious shapes in an attempt to resist, but the moment these energies met the ice-blue sword light and dragon shadow, they melted and evaporated like boiling water thrown on snow, hissing as thick black smoke billowed up.
The Heavenly Demon screamed again and again, reeling in panic, its black mist continually being shredded away.
White Dew seemed to have found a vent for her emotions.
The hate she’d bottled up through countless ages exploded in full force.
Her sword strikes grew ever wilder, forsaking technique, pouring all her strength and anger onto her foe.
The ice-blue sword energy lashed down like a torrential rainstorm.
Chiyun kept an eye on the suffocatingly intense battle above as she gently descended, carefully handing the stabilized Su Yingman into Jiang Huai’s arms.
A gentle smile appeared on her alluring face:
“Little Jiang Huai, I’ll leave her to you. Take good care of her.”
“I know.” Jiang Huai took Su Yingman, his movements tender.
He hugged her tightly, feeling her faint breath and warmth, the joy of regaining what he’d nearly lost flooding his heart and unconsciously making him hold her tighter.
“Next time…don’t hesitate. Leave sooner.”
Su Yingman raised her hand with difficulty, her fingertips cold as she lightly tapped the center of Jiang Huai’s forehead, her tone weary from surviving the ordeal, with a trace of faint reproach.
“If you hadn’t gotten away, how could I… how could I rest in peace?”
Jiang Huai hugged her even tighter, his chin gently pressing to her forehead as he whispered,
“Don’t say things like that.” “Why not?”
Su Yingman coughed weakly, her face pale as paper, yet she forced herself to say,
“Qin Qingyue is gone… so I’m the senior now, you have to listen to me.”
Jiang Huai felt both amused and bitter.
He gently ruffled her hair, then, without hesitation, bit his fingertip, offering his bleeding finger to her lips.
As one with the Yin Yang Constitution, his blood brimmed with immense vitality.
Su Yingman was momentarily startled, then obediently parted her bloodless lips and took his fingertip into her mouth.
Warm and soft, her tongue instinctively, gently licked.
Her delicate tongue, almost unconsciously, teasingly circled his finger, as if she were not healing but flirting instead.
“Don’t mess around, focus on healing.” Jiang Huai pressed his fingertip lightly to her lips.
Su Yingman nipped his finger with her pearly teeth, mumbling, her sickly voice still laced with charm:
“That’s just how I am…”
They said nothing more, both raising their heads to watch the battle in the sky.
Chiyun let out a long roar, her body bursting into a towering red flame, transforming into a majestic, magnificent red dragon and joining the fray.
Blue and red, ice and fire—two mighty forces intertwined and spiraled through the void, grinding down the struggling darkness like the grinding stones of heaven and earth.
Seeing itself losing and unable to escape, the Heavenly Demon’s eyes filled with madness.
Its massive form suddenly began to swell, black light compressing inward as it emitted a wave of utter destruction.
It no longer cared about White Dew or Chiyun, but instead hurtled toward Jiang Huai’s Xianzhou like a falling star.
“Yin Yang Constitution! Come die with me!” It shrieked, its voice full of venom.
“Not good! It’s going to self-destruct!” White Dew’s face changed.
Abandoning the chase, her figure blurred, and in the next instant she was above the Xianzhou.
With a swift motion of her hands, a torrent of icy immortal power surged out, instantly forming a thick, rune-covered ice-blue barrier around the Xianzhou, shielding Jiang Huai and the others within.
BOOM!
An earth-shaking explosion thundered through the world.
The self-destruction of a Great Ascension Stage Heavenly Demon sent out a tidal wave of energy in all directions.
The ice-blue barrier trembled violently, spiderweb cracks spreading across its surface as its light flickered uncertainly.
Chiyun’s dragon eyes grew sharp, instantly sensing something amiss.
“No, it didn’t completely self-destruct! It’s trying to escape—go!”
Sure enough, in the thick black smoke not yet dispersed, an almost invisible wisp of black mist was slipping silently away at great speed.
“Who would have thought there are still ancient survivors alive? What a miscalculation.”
“But it doesn’t matter. I’ll bring this news back, and next time, we’ll slaughter you all!” That wisp of remnant soul thought bitterly, with a hint of relief at its survival.
Just as it thought it had escaped, below on the Xianzhou, Jiang Huai’s eyes pierced the layers of black smoke, locking tightly onto its faint aura.
White Dew and Chiyun were distracted by the explosion and hadn’t noticed, but as a Yin Yang Constitution, Jiang Huai’s sense for the source of Outworld Heavenly Demon was razor sharp.
“You hurt my people and think you can just leave?!”
In Jiang Huai’s eyes, fury and cold killing intent intertwined. In the depths of his left eye, pure white Yang Fire danced; in his right, dark Yin Fire burned.
The two energies of yin and yang swirled within his gaze, locking firmly onto the fleeing wisp of black smoke.
He gently laid Su Yingman down, gripped his sword, and his body became a stream of black and white light, racing fearlessly into the black mist.
The power of yin and yang circled him, making him a beacon in the night as he pursued the shadow.
“Not good!” The demon’s remnant soul was terrified.
It had forgotten that this Yin Yang Body, though only at the Golden Core Stage, could sense it keenly—practically a natural enemy.
“Die!”
Jiang Huai caught up and let out a furious shout.
His sword gathered all the yin and yang power he could muster, and with all his rage and resolve, he brought it down in one decisive strike.
Sword light swept through, yin and yang revolving—cleaving pure from impure.
“No—!”
That wisp of soul let out a final, unwilling, terrified shriek. Under the pure yin-yang energy, it vanished like frost in sunlight, utterly obliterated.
The black mist rapidly dispersed, and from where the soul faded fell a palm-sized, pitch-black rhombus crystal, which Jiang Huai caught in his hand.
This crystal proved the death of a Heavenly Demon equal to the Great Ascension Stage.
“This thing…”
Jiang Huai looked down at the crystal brimming with strange, potent energy. His throat bobbed, a primal urge to devour rising uncontrollably from within.
He could sense clearly—this thing was more nourishing to a Yin Yang Body than any known rare treasure.
White Dew watched quietly, a hint of hard-to-spot relief flickering in the depths of her ice-blue eyes.
Her razor-sharp aura slowly receded, restoring her to her serene, moonlike, otherworldly maiden appearance, as if the crazed, vengeful white dragon from before was but an illusion.
“Take it.” Her cool voice rang out.
“This is your spoils of war…”
She paused, her icy eyes settling on Jiang Huai:
“Human Sovereign.”
“Hm?” Jiang Huai turned sharply, looking at White Dew in surprise, wondering if he’d misheard.
Human Sovereign? He was just a Golden Core cultivator—how could he deserve such a weighty title?
Beside him, Chiyun’s mature and alluring face showed a distant, complicated nostalgia.
“If you are willing to resist the Outworld Heavenly Demon and protect the living beings of this world, then you are the Human Sovereign.” White Dew’s voice was calm.
“I will help you ascend to the Human Sovereign’s throne among the human race.”
Jiang Huai looked down again at the crystal, which seemed to beckon him.
No longer hesitating, he began to refine it. With his current cultivation, there was no way he could absorb it all at once.
Even so, his strength began to climb rapidly, visible to the naked eye.
“Will using this to advance cause unstable foundations or future problems?” Jiang Huai suppressed the intoxicating euphoria, forcing himself to ask clearly.
“No.” White Dew’s figure drifted beside him, standing with him in the void.
“To a Yin Yang Body, this is like grains to a mortal—it will only strengthen your foundations.”
Jiang Huai’s gaze again, uncontrollably, flickered to her beautifully curved, prominent belly. He opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat.
White Dew, seeing his hesitant, complicated expression, could not suppress a faint pink flush from spreading across her delicate face, like red plum blossoms in the snow, tinged with rare shyness.
She turned her head slightly to avoid Jiang Huai’s direct gaze, her long lashes trembling, seeming at a loss for words.
Jiang Huai understood almost completely.
Suddenly, he reached out, gently and cautiously placing his hand over her soft, warm belly.
White Dew’s slender body stiffened almost imperceptibly. Feeling the warmth of his palm, a deeper blush crept to her ears.
But she neither dodged nor scolded him, simply allowing his hand to gently stroke her belly.
She lightly bit her lower lip, icy blue eyes flickering with complex, indecipherable emotions.
Between them, a subtle and tacit silence grew.
After a while, White Dew lowered her head slightly, her voice much softer than usual, tinged with an almost undetectable guilt, as she whispered:
“I’m sorry. That day, I was wrong.”
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