“You are back? Weren’t you doing sword practice?”
Jiang Huai raised his eyes and saw that Su Yingman had already emerged from her state of Cultivation, sitting lazily on the Bed of Soft Jade.
Seeing him enter, she tilted her head slightly, her waterfall-like black hair cascading down, making that charming face look even more seductive.
“I obtained an item and need to quietly comprehend it.”
Jiang Huai walked to the side of the Bed of Soft Jade, lightly shaking the jade bottle in his hand while his gaze swept across the room.
“Where is Tang Zhaoxue?”
Su Yingman rested her slender finger against her chin, a smile playing at the corners of her lips:
“She is the Da Zongzhu after all, the supreme of this Small World, so naturally she has many matters to attend to.”
Her tone was lazy:
“On one hand, she must display her Cultivation to let the various sects know she can still suppress the situation, and on the other hand, she must make those people behave and coordinate the defenses.”
Jiang Huai walked to a Putuan on the side and sat down cross-legged:
“Why didn’t you go help her?”
“No need.”
Su Yingman shook her head gently.
“It would be worse if I went; she is enough to intimidate them alone.”
Her eyes rippled with emotion, and she suddenly said reproachfully:
“Why don’t you come and sit with me? Morally, could it be that you despise me?”
“Or… are you afraid of me?”
Clearly, one could also perform Cultivation on the Bed of Soft Jade, and she had been on the bed these days digesting the Chaos Dao Platform Jiang Huai had gifted her.
But at this moment, Jiang Huai sat a bit further away, as if deliberately avoiding her.
Jiang Huai pulled the stopper from the jade bottle, glanced at her, and did not respond.
Sit together on one bed?
He estimated that before his Cultivation was complete, he would have to start a round with Su Yingman.
Moreover, he discovered that whether it was Qin Qingyue, Su Yingman, or Zhuxin, although their personalities were different, their pursuits on the Bed of Soft Jade were the same.
All of them wanted to toy with him until he burst into tears and begged for mercy, completely surrendering to them, only their methods differed.
Perhaps this was the value system of the Matriarchal World.
Seeing him like this, Su Yingman only leaned against her face and giggled softly, no longer speaking to tease him.
Jiang Huai ignored her, placed the jade bottle in front of him, and closed his eyes to concentrate.
The moment his divine sense touched the Essence Blood inside the bottle, his whole body shook violently, and the blood in his body boiled instantly, flowing faster uncontrollably, his heart thumping like a drum.
The Essence Blood emitted a scorching yet incredibly friendly attraction.
His divine sense was like being captured by an invisible vortex, involuntarily dragged inside; the surrounding scenery blurred and distorted instantly, finally falling into a chaotic and indistinct space.
Jiang Huai saw a female figure, a woman with an extremely tall stature; just standing there, she had a sense of unparalleled elegance that looked down upon all living beings.
She was surrounded by faint Two Energies of Yin and Yang, like smoke and mist, flowing incessantly, her momentum as majestic as a mountain over an abyss, and like a vast, boundless sea.
Jiang Huai was secretly shocked; by his estimation, this woman was actually more than half a head taller than the tall Qin Qingyue, truly the tallest woman he had ever seen in his life, standing out like a crane among chickens.
Such height did not seem abrupt or clumsy at all; her body proportions were as perfect as if carefully carved by heaven and earth, with wide shoulders, a thin waist, and straight long legs.
She just stood there, appearing to be the center of the entire chaotic space.
That figure slowly approached from the depths with steady steps.
Her face was still shrouded behind a layer of hazy halo and could not be seen clearly, but Jiang Huai instantly confirmed that this was indeed the Primordial Yin-Yang Body.
His mind shook violently, waves of shock surging within him.
Within this Essence Blood, such a distant and clear consciousness could actually remain?
After undergoing the baptism of countless years, it still remained undestroyed?
“Who are you?”
The woman spoke, her voice not the typical crispness or softness of a woman, but carrying a low magnetic quality.
She had no physical Sword in her hand, but she pointed her fingers like a Sword; between her virtual grip, the Two Energies of Yin and Yang naturally gathered, condensing into a Sword with flowing Dao Rhyme, the tip of the sword drooping slightly.
“I am the Yin-Yang Body of this generation.”
Jiang Huai answered softly.
That Yin-Yang Body stared at him, her reaction seeming a bit slow; she remained silent for a long, long time, and the two just stood there quietly facing each other.
“You are a male Yin-Yang Body.”
The woman seemed to suddenly realize and said slowly.
“Exactly.”
“Truly rare, so a male Yin-Yang Body actually has such wonderful uses…”
She whispered softly as if in thought, then changed the subject with a hint of hesitation.
“Are you my child?”
“No.”
Jiang Huai quickly denied it.
He discovered that the woman manifested by the resonance of the Essence Blood had fragmented memories and chaotic consciousness.
“Then you are my grandson.”
The woman’s tone was certain.
“I am not that either.”
The woman was stuck, just staring at Jiang Huai, falling into deep thought again.
“Although I am not a descendant of the senior, I am indeed a Yin-Yang Body without a doubt.”
Jiang Zhun gave a respectful salute, then briefly explained the current situation of the Outworld Heavenly Demon invasion and the crisis of the Five Provinces, and then said earnestly:
“Senior, can you pass on the complete Gongfa of your Cultivation to me? So that I no longer have to rely on Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation to break through Realms.”
“The current situation is urgent; if I do not obtain the method, I am afraid….”
At the mention of “Outworld Heavenly Demon”, the woman’s reaction suddenly became intense, the blood and Qi around her body surged, killing intent soared to the sky, and she repeatedly murmured:
“Kill!”
Jiang Huai’s eyes’ scenery suddenly shattered.
He was pulled into a broken and deathly silent Void Battlefield.
Beneath his feet were broken remains, and in the distance were distorted, wriggling dark fissures.
He saw the woman holding that substantial Sword condensed from the Two Energies of Yin and Yang, standing tall in the Void, facing the tide of Outworld Heavenly Demons surging toward her.
She swung her Sword, simple and direct; the sword light was intertwined with black and white, sometimes like a brilliant sun, sometimes like the descent of the Nine Netherworlds.
Sword Qi traversed horizontally and vertically; wherever it passed, the Heavenly Demons dissolved like ice and snow, letting out shrill screams.
The Heavenly Demons were endless; new wounds were constantly added to her body, and blood spilled into the Void.
She seemed to never fall, using her body as a monument to guard the World behind her; that tragic, determined, and indomitable aura was deeply imprinted into Jiang Huai’s Recognition Sea.
Jiang Huai watched the scene before him in shock, his mind immersed in it.
The scene repeatedly evolved before his eyes.
Until the Yin-Yang Body in the confrontation suddenly looked up and met Jiang Huai’s gaze.
No one knew how much time had passed, but the endless scene of slaughter finally receded like a tide.
Jiang Huai felt his divine sense was incredibly heavy.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his vision was blurred for a good while before gradually becoming clear.
What followed was a wave of indescribable exhaustion sweeping through his entire body.
Reflected in his eyes were the four worried faces of Su Yingman, Tang Zhaoxue, Zhu Siyao, and Chi Lian, closely surrounding him.
But
“You are awake? How do you feel?”
Su Yingman hurriedly stepped forward, her slender hand lightly resting on his wrist to check his condition.
Jiang Huai shook his head, only feeling weak all over, his mental energy greatly consumed as if all his strength had been drained.
“You have been sitting in meditation like this for a month! It was terrifying!”
Zhu Siyao said worriedly from the side.
“And your vitality has been fluctuating constantly, sometimes as withered as a dying person, and sometimes recovering slightly, repeating over and over; we were all afraid that you…”
Jiang Huai heard this but did not speak; he only forced himself to raise his hand and try to circulate the Yin-Yang Power within his body.
A warm breath rose from his Dantian, flowing through his limbs and bones, and his originally listless state actually began to recover slowly.
His face, which was as pale as paper, gradually gained a trace of color, and his breathing began to become heavy and stabilized a bit.
Although he was still weak, at least he was no longer in that state where his life might be exhausted at any moment.
“Right!”
With his condition slightly recovered, Jiang Huai suddenly grabbed the jade bottle beside him and tucked it tightly into his chest, asking urgently:
“Where is White Dew?”
A flash of surprise crossed Chi Lian’s face, and she then replied:
“The Old Ancestor said she is about to give birth, and she hasn’t shown her face these past few days.”
Jiang Huai heard this but did not speak; he only forced himself to raise his hand and try to circulate the Yin-Yang Power within his body.
“Oh, you woke up just in time.”
Chiyun leaned against the porch; seeing Jiang Huai rushing over, her red lips curled into a playful smile, and her fiery red Dragon Tail swayed gently behind her.
“Where is she?”
Jiang Huai’s breath was uneven as he hurriedly asked.
“What do you think?”
Chiyun raised an eyebrow.
Just at this moment, a clear Evil Dragon’s Roar came from the inner room.
Chiyun’s expression turned serious, and she immediately turned to go inside.
Jiang Huai stopped outside the door, unsure for a moment whether to enter or retreat.
He paced back and forth uneasily, listening to the faint movements inside.
He heard a crisp baby’s cry pierce the silence.
A moment later, the door opened slightly, and White Dew walked out slowly cradling an infant.
Her figure had already returned to its former slenderness, only her cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, adding a bit more softness.
The baby girl in her arms opened her clear blue eyes, exactly like her mother’s, and the small Dragon Horn on the top of her head was slightly visible; she was already in a half-Dragon state.
White Dew looked down at the child in her arms with a gentle gaze, still carrying a bit of dream-like trance.
She had thought she would spend her life in loneliness, never having been moved during the Primordial Era, but she did not expect to have a continuation of her bloodline at this moment.
She raised her eyes to look at Jiang Huai, handed the child to him, and whispered softly, with a hint of hidden expectation:
“Since you are here, you should give her a name.”
White Dew paused for a moment, her tone rising slightly with a trace of hard-to-conceal pride:
“It is a Yin-Yang Body.”
She in the inner part felt that this was a very proud thing.
Su Yingman, Tang Zhaoxue, and the others who had caught up with Jiang Huai happened to hear these words, and they all froze, looking at each other.
‘It is over.’
Su Yingman and Tang Zhaoxue exchanged a startled look.
‘If Qin Qingyue finds out, she will probably want to strangle the child to death, right?’