Chapter 238: Surrounded by Five Dragons

The next morning, the training platform was shrouded in morning light and thin mist.

Jiang Huai sat cross-legged in the center of the platform.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his mind was focused inward, carefully sensing a faint stir coming from his Nascent Soul bottleneck as he pondered.

How had he touched this barrier? It seemed to have loosened when he was simultaneously dealing with Qin Xuange’s Sharp Metal Qi and Chihuang’s Red Dragon True Flame.

Jiang Huai discovered that his Two Energies of Yin and Yang were pure and vast.

They could derive Profound Yin and produce Yuanyang, yet he was still unable to truly simulate or generate the “Five Elements” power of the Dragon Race.

Profound Yin was not simply water, and Yuanyang was not purely fire.

Not far from him, the liberated little Jianjia was excitedly wagging her white Dragon Tail, darting and playing between the ice fields and snowbanks.

At times, she dashed like a streak of white lightning; at others, she mischievously dove into a fluffy snowdrift before suddenly popping her head out and shaking off the ice crystals covering her body.

She let out yi-yi-ya-ya murmurs that were still somewhat unclear, persistently practicing the vocabulary pack she had “downloaded” from her father.

“Young Lord Jiang, I have brought Saintess Ao Yao of the Azure Dragon Clan.”

Qin Xuange’s voice rang out from his side, waking Jiang Huai from his deep thoughts.

Little Jianjia also crawled out from a snowdrift, shook the snow from her head, and looked toward the newcomers.

Jiang Huai looked up.

He saw Qin Xuange still dressed in her sharp Profound Armor, her posture straight and tall. Beside her stood a girl who was exceptionally petite and delicate.

The girl looked like a little girl, her figure truly tiny, and she wore a lush green dress.

On both sides of her head were small, exquisite azure Dragon Horns.

Her small face was as perfect as carved jade, round and cute.

Her skin looked soft enough to break with a touch, and her emerald-green Dragon Eyes were currently sizing Jiang Huai up.

“Hello, Young Lord Jiang,” the girl spoke, her voice crisp and pleasant with a hint of childishness. “I am Ao Yao, the Saintess of the Azure Dragon Clan.”

Jiang Huai stood up and cupped his hands in return.

“I am Jiang Huai, the Saint Son of the Nine Heavens Palace. I have troubled Saintess Ao Yao to come here because I truly have an important matter to ask of you.”

Ao Yao waved her small hand, a bright smile blossoming on her face.

“Sister Xuange has already told me everything. Besides, our Clan Leader specifically instructed that if Young Lord Jiang has a need, the Azure Dragon Clan must fully cooperate.”

Standing next to the tall Qin Xuange, she appeared even more petite and lovely, looking completely harmless and innocent.

However, to become the Saintess of a clan, her strength and wit were surely not as simple as her appearance suggested.

“In that case, thank you,” Jiang Huai thanked her sincerely.

At that moment, little Jianjia leisurely swam back through the air and skillfully coiled around Jiang Huai’s shoulder, taking her exclusive spot.

“Eh? A little White Dragon?” Ao Yao said in surprise, her gaze falling on Jiang Jianjia.

This little creature was pocket-sized with sleek, shiny scales.

She was clearly very young, but her eyes were lively, showing that she had long since gained sentience.

She was definitely not comparable to an ordinary dragon hatchling.

“This is my daughter, named Jianjia.” Jiang Huai raised his hand and gently stroked his daughter’s cool, smooth little dragon head, introducing her with a smile.

Upon hearing this, little Jianjia immediately lifted her head proudly, her slender white Dragon Tail wagging twice behind her in satisfaction.

Although she could not speak yet, understanding human speech was no longer a hurdle for her after gaining intelligence.

“Ah, so she is Young Lord Jiang’s daughter.” Ao Yao nodded in understanding, her smile still sweet.

However, her gaze drifted toward Qin Xuange with a hint of teasing.

Qin Xuange looked at the little White Dragon acting intimately on Jiang Huai’s shoulder.

Thinking of how Jiang Huai was Qin Qingyue’s Dao Companion, her brows couldn’t help but furrow slightly.

Her heart was a swirl of mixed emotions, and she didn’t know what to think.

She asked bluntly, “Young Lord Jiang, do you and Senior Qin Qingyue not have any children?”

At the mention of Qin Qingyue, Jiang Huai’s eyes dimmed for a moment.

Emotions of longing, worry, and loss quietly surged in his heart.

Separated by the vastness of two realms, he didn’t know if she was doing well in the Immortal Realm or if she had encountered any difficult trouble.

Fortunately, the Black Dragon Mark on his lower abdomen, which was linked to Qin Qingyue’s bloodline, remained stable.

Although it could not transmit specific messages, it allowed him to perceive that her life aura was steady and strong, which gave him some comfort.

Thinking about it, with Qingyue’s talent and strength combined with Wu Zhaohua, they should be able to establish a foothold in the Immortal Realm, right?

He would rather she be safe and sound over there than have her risk returning to get involved in this near-certain death of the Five Provinces Calamity.

“Young Lord Jiang?” Seeing him lost in thought, Qin Xuange spoke up to remind him.

Jiang Huai snapped back to reality, suppressed his thoughts, and shook his head. “Qingyue and I do indeed have no children yet.”

He looked up, his gaze falling on Qin Xuange’s posture—she was frowning with her arms crossed.

The morning light outlined her tall and athletic silhouette.

The lines of her pretty face and the coldness between her eyes suddenly overlapped with the memory of a solitary figure in a black robe.

Jiang Huai’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a daze washed over him as if time were flowing backward. But he quickly cleared his head and secretly shook his head.

This was not Qingyue; they only shared some similarities in appearance and temperament.

Qin Xuange pursed her lips and did not ask further, though her furrowed brows did not fully relax.

However, little Jianjia, who was perched on Jiang Huai’s shoulder, was starting to get restless.

She kept turning her dragon head to look at her father, then at that Black Dragon named Qin Xuange. Her ice-blue Dragon Eyes were wide and filled with confusion.

‘Qin Qingyue? Who is that? Isn’t Father Mother’s Husband Lord? Why would he have a child with another dragon? Am I not Father’s only precious daughter?’

The little dragon’s head was filled with question marks, and her small claws scratched at Jiang Huai’s collar.

‘Father, give me an explanation.’

Unfortunately, Jiang Huai, who was immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice his daughter’s emotional turbulence.

His attention was quickly drawn to several new figures appearing in the distance.

Chihuang was walking over in a stride, dressed in blazing red clothes, her pretty face as cold as frost. Following behind her were three figures, each with their own unique style.

On the left were the sisters from the Yellow Dragon Clan, Cang Ling and Cang Jing.

Both had healthy, wheat-colored skin that stood out exceptionally well in this icy world.

They were dressed lightly; their upper bodies were covered by tight, sleeveless leather shirts, and their lower bodies by short skirts of the same material.

They made no effort to hide the smooth muscle lines of their arms and legs. The muscles weren’t exaggerated, but the lines were full of power.

The two seemed completely oblivious to the cold. A thick, earthy-yellow Spiritual Light faintly flowed around them, shielding them from the wind and snow.

On the right was a woman in white who looked like the girl next door. She wore a simple, plain white dress. Her features were delicate and lovely, and her temperament was pure. She was the contemporary Saintess of the White Dragon Clan, White Sandalwood.

“Honored Master told me to bring them over.” Chihuang walked up and threw out this single sentence stiffly. Then, as if acting out of spite, she stood to the side with her arms crossed, looking elsewhere. She was clearly in a bad mood.

Cang Ling, however, seemed exceptionally excited. She took a step forward and grinned broadly.

“Young Lord Jiang! It’s been a long time! Hahaha! Since we parted in the Secret Realm, I’ve been thinking about you—er, I mean, thinking about sparring with Young Lord Jiang again!”

Her words took a turn at the end as she rubbed her nose. “Actually, I wanted to find you before, but… hehe, out of respect for Palace Master Qin’s great reputation, I didn’t dare visit and disturb you.”

Cang Ling was terrified that Qin Qingyue would misunderstand something and slap her to death at the Nine Heavens Palace.

Cang Jing helplessly rolled her eyes at her overly energetic sister and nodded slightly as a greeting.

She sighed inwardly.

Her sister’s nature as a “dragon-licker” truly hadn’t changed at all.

Jiang Huai remembered the various events in the Secret Realm and couldn’t help but find it a bit funny.

He cupped his hands in return. “Lady Cang Ling, Lady Cang Jing, it has indeed been a long time.”

White Sandalwood took a step forward and performed an elegant salute.

Her voice was as cold and clear as a spring. “White Dragon Clan Saintess White Sandalwood greets Young Lord Jiang.”

In a sense, this person was the Dao Companion of her own Honored Master, Clan Leader White Dew, so his seniority was higher than hers.

She remembered her Honored Master specifically looking for her yesterday, repeatedly instructing her with a subtle expression to “only fight, do not speak much, and return quickly once finished.”

She couldn’t help but feel a bit confused, but she didn’t show it on her face.

“I have troubled Saintess White,” Jiang Huai said.

After Jiang Huai returned the greetings to each of them, his expression turned serious.

He faced the five gathered Dragon Race Saintesses and stated his purpose.

“The reason I invited you all here today is that I hope to borrow the power of your Dragon Race Original Source to help me comprehend a key point in my cultivation.

The method is very simple.

I ask the five Saintesses to join forces and fight me with everything you have.

You must use the most fundamental power of your respective races!”

Hearing this, Cang Ling pointed at herself and then at the other four women.

She said in disbelief, “Young Lord Jiang, are you sure? The five of us joining forces against you alone?”

She knew Jiang Huai’s combat power was extraordinary and could not be judged by common logic, but to take on the top Saintesses of the young generation from all Five Great Dragon Clans by himself? Was this not a bit too arrogant?

Jiang Huai’s gaze swept over the five women, who had various expressions, and he nodded.

“Correct. I intend to fight one against five. Furthermore, please do not hold anything back. Bring forth the five powers: Black Dragon Sharp Metal, Red Dragon True Flame, Yellow Dragon Thick Earth, Azure Dragon Vitality, and White Dragon Glacial Cold.”

He took a step back and drew the sword from his waist.

The blade hummed, and the Two Energies of Yin and Yang rose from around him, forming a slowly rotating black-and-white Taiji Phantom.

At the same time, he turned his head and spoke softly to the little Jianjia on his shoulder, “Jianjia, go play on the side for a bit.”

Although little Jianjia was somewhat reluctant, she obediently flew off Jiang Huai’s shoulder.

She circled in mid-air not far away, watching the field nervously.

Seeing that Jiang Huai’s mind was made up and that he had assumed a combat stance with his momentum rising and his black hair fluttering, Cang Ling stopped talking.

A raging battle intent immediately ignited in her eyes.

She took a step forward.

The earthy-yellow Spiritual Light around her surged, and the faint phantom of a mountain appeared.

She cupped her hands and shouted, “Fine! Since Young Lord Jiang has such spirit, then I, Cang Ling, will not be polite! It just so happens I want to see exactly what realm Young Lord Jiang’s strength has reached!”

Seeing this, the other four women moved like lightning.

The formation to surround him with five dragons was formed in an instant.

Five completely different Dragon Race Original Source auras locked onto Jiang Huai in the center!