Their daughter had undergone her Transformation.
She was a tiny dragon, her entire body covered in fine, silver-white scales.
She was barely one foot long, slender and exquisite.
Moving with a somewhat clumsy but adorable grace, she paddled through the air, striving to swim toward Jiang Huai and White Dew while letting out tender, immature dragon roars.
This little white dragon was, of course, the recently transformed Xiao Jianjia.
“When do hybrid descendants of the Dragon Race usually undergo Transformation?” Jiang Huai reached out his hand and turned his head toward White Dew, whose face still held a lingering flush.
He asked out of curiosity.
Though his understanding of the Dragon Race deepened by the day, he still knew little about such specific details.
Seeing her father reach out, Xiao Jianjia sped up her movements and landed nimbly in Jiang Huai’s open palm.
A cold, slippery sensation came from her scales.
She quickly climbed up his arm and eventually settled firmly on his shoulder.
Her small Dragon Claws lightly hooked into his clothes to steady herself, as if that spot were her personal Treasure Throne.
White Dew also looked at her daughter with astonishment, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.
She shook her head, her voice still slightly hoarse.
“It is difficult to generalize. When the Dragon Bloodline combines with another race, the circumstances of the offspring vary greatly.”
“I just didn’t expect Jianjia to… so soon.”
She had originally estimated that even if her daughter were exceptionally talented, a complete Transformation would require her to formally begin her Cultivation.
She had never expected it to happen this early.
‘Is this the miracle produced by the combination of the Yin-Yang Body and the Dragon Bloodline?’ A sense of pride and triumph welled up in White Dew’s heart.
In her ancient era, the Yin-Yang Body was a being burdened with the mission of saving the world—a deity looked up to by all living things.
They were beings that seemed more like immortals than the actual residents of the Immortal Realm.
And now, not only was her Husband Lord a Yin-Yang Body, but even the crystallization of their bloodlines was one as well.
White Dew thought to herself, ‘It seems if one wants something, it is better to snatch it. If I had waited obediently, wouldn’t this Yin-Yang Body bloodline belong to Qin Qingyue?’
Her gaze grew incredibly soft as she looked at the tiny white dragon on Jiang Huai’s shoulder.
Sensing her mother’s gaze, Xiao Jianjia lay on Jiang Huai’s shoulder and lazily wagged the tip of her tail toward White Dew as a greeting.
Immediately after, she closed her eyes contentedly to take a nap, clearly having no intention of leaving her father’s shoulder for her mother’s embrace.
Seeing this, the softness on White Dew’s beautiful face was instantly replaced by a layer of frost.
She frowned slightly and extended a slender, jade-like finger toward Xiao Jianjia, signaling her to come over.
Xiao Jianjia continued her nap, acting as if she were already fast asleep and hadn’t seen a thing. White Dew’s eyes turned completely cold, narrowing slightly.
Sensing the subtle tension in the atmosphere, Jiang Huai quickly took one small step back to protect his daughter on his shoulder.
He smiled at White Dew and said, “Speaking of which, since she can already transform, does she still need to continue tempering her body in the Cold Pool? Can I take her back and look after her for a while?”
Having just finished their intimacy, the Yuq Period’s influence on White Dew’s body had gradually settled.
The coldness and rationality belonging to the White Dragon Clan Leader regained the upper hand.
She lightly adjusted the hem of her white dress, her tone tinged with resentment.
“Fine. You take her.” She glanced at her daughter, who was ignoring her, and her voice grew even colder. “It seems she doesn’t want to stay with me anyway.”
“Then I’ll take her back to stay for a few days and bring her back to accompany you later.” Jiang Huai reached out and gently rubbed Xiao Jianjia’s small dragon head with his fingertip.
The texture was strange, possessing both the unique roughness and the smoothness of scales.
The pair of miniature, jade-white Dragon Horns on her head were particularly adorable; they felt hard to the touch but possessed a warmth like polished jade.
With that, Jiang Huai turned around, prepared to leave with his new shoulder ornament.
“Mhm.” White Dew nodded, her gaze flickering toward the fake tail behind her.
‘Must I wear this thing for one month?’
Currently, various surviving forces from the Five Provinces were gathering in the Northern Plains.
Countless complex matters were waiting for her, the Alliance Leader, to coordinate and adjudicate.
Was she really expected to handle official business while dragging this fake tail around in front of everyone?
At that thought, White Dew felt a surge of shame and indignation. She tried to control it, and the tail twitched unnaturally, its droplet-shaped tip vibrating slightly.
‘Why is there even a vibration function?’
Jiang Huai was about to step out of the room with Xiao Jianjia when he suddenly remembered something.
He stopped and looked back. “Oh, one more thing. For the next few days, I plan to visit the previous Yin-Yang Body’s Sleeping Land to meditate and gain insight.”
He had a vague theory regarding the Yin-Yang Body and desperately needed to find confirmation from his predecessor.
White Dew nodded slightly, returning to her professional, cold tone. “I have already issued orders to the entire clan. All Forbidden Lands, Secret Realms, and Treasuries within our territory are open to you. Your permissions are equal to mine. You may go wherever you please; no one will stop you.”
The trust and authority she granted Jiang Huai were on the same level as her own.
“That’s good.” Jiang Huai waved at her and said no more. With a shift of his body, he transformed into a Dao Stream Light and flew away, taking the curiously peering little white dragon with him.
Staring in the direction where he disappeared until he was no longer visible, White Dew lightly bit her lower lip. She reached behind her, gripped the base of the “tail,” and pulled with a bit of force.
*Pop.*
The lifelike, pure white Dragon Tail was pulled out. The droplet-shaped tip glistened.
“I’m not going to wear it all the time,” White Dew whispered to herself, her cheeks flushing as she quickly stored the special prop into her storage artifact.
She was feigning obedience while secretly doing as she pleased.
Immediately after, with a thought, her true white dragon tail manifested.
On the way back to his residence, Jiang Huai braved the cold winds of the Ice Field, but his heart began to worry.
Earlier, to “reassert his status as the husband” in front of White Dew and avoid embarrassment, he had used Lingli to quietly erase the “masterpieces” Chi Lian had written on him the previous night, as well as the vivid red palm prints on his rear.
The traces were gone, but a new problem arose. When he returned, how was he supposed to explain this to Chi Lian?
However, on second thought, Jiang Huai felt a bit self-destructive.
Whether she was angry or not, would his “treatment” in bed actually be fundamentally different? Either way, he couldn’t escape the fate of being “dealt with.”
Thinking of it that way, he didn’t feel as conflicted.
‘Sigh, if only they were all as obedient as White Dew,’ Jiang Huai couldn’t help but lament in his heart.
He turned his head and looked at Xiao Jianjia, who was perched steadily on his shoulder. The little girl was no longer feigning sleep.
She was wide-eyed, her ice-blue Dragon Eyes taking in the rapidly passing world of ice and snow, the towering frozen peaks, and the various Dragon Shadows occasionally gliding through the sky with newfound curiosity.
This was her first time escaping the confines of her swaddling clothes to observe this vast and novel world in her dragon form.
Moved by the sight, Jiang Huai extended a finger and lightly tapped his daughter between her small Dragon Horns.
A warm and peaceful surge of Lingli, carrying his Spirit Sense, was slowly infused into her.
It contained the basic linguistic information used by the Human Race.
This was a common method used by cultivators to directly grant basic cognition to their highly intelligent offspring, saving them from the long process of learning to speak.
Xiao Jianjia’s body trembled slightly as she received the information.
She tried opening her mouth, but only a few strange-sounding dragon roars came out.
She couldn’t yet articulate human speech clearly.
“Don’t rush. It seems having the knowledge isn’t enough; you’ll need some time to practice and adapt.” Jiang Huai couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He comforted her by stroking her delicate scales.
Inwardly, he was even more amazed.
His daughter had not only transformed early, but the speed at which her intellect was developing far exceeded the norm.
At the same time, on the edge of the Northern Plain Defense Line.
The Black Tide was spreading and encroaching from the other fallen regions of the Five Provinces toward the Northern Plains with tireless madness.
It swallowed light and polluted the Qi. Wherever it passed, all things withered, leaving only death and distortion.
Brilliant Formation lights surged across various points of the Northern Plain Defense Line.
Dragon roars and the shouts of cultivators echoed through the air as they struggled to hold back the overwhelming deluge of darkness.
Within this boundless Black Tide, however, several black lines quietly penetrated the defense line.
They moved silently toward the core Secret Realm of the Dragon Race.
They were heading toward the location of Jiang Huai, White Dew, and the core powers of the various races.
Their objective was crystal clear: a surprise attack on the central command hub of the surviving creatures of the Five Provinces.
The elite fangs of the Outworld Heavenly Demons were silently closing in on the Secret Realm.