“It’s almost the same as that, but also a little different.” Qin Qingyue sat up, carefully sensing the changes all over her body.
Her crimson vertical pupils were filled with rare confusion.
She lowered her head to look at her flat, toned stomach, then reached out to feel the base of her dragon tail, which felt perfectly normal.
What Jiang Huai called the estrus period was something other beast clans might have, like the Cat Clan or the Fox Clan.
But for the Dragon Race, their so-called Yuq Period was rather strange, and it varied from dragon to dragon.
The timing differed as well—each dragon had their own cycle.
Some dragons might experience it in January, some in September, anything was possible.
The symptoms were also all over the place.
Some dragons, when the time came, would go completely mad, wishing they could spend all day indulging in pleasure, leaving their poor little husbands so weak in the knees they couldn’t even get out of bed.
Some dragons, on the other hand, acted as if a flood had broken loose, treating intimacy as casually as taking a bath.
There were even some dragons whose sadistic desires would surge; their dragon tails would whip about like a lash, their dragon breath flickering like candle flames, leaving all sorts of marks behind.
Their scales would be made into collars, and they would start doing all sorts of improper things to their little husbands, not satisfied until he was covered in scars.
Of course, on the flip side, there were some dragons whose masochistic desires would skyrocket, hoping their little husband would take her dragon tail and whip her instead.
She would deliberately suppress her spiritual power, hoping her little husband would leave scratches on her noble dragon scales.
……
Things like this—anyway, dragons had all sorts of traits, and each dragon was different.
These were all things Qin Qingyue knew from the inherited memories of the Dragon Race.
The problem was, she had no idea what would happen during her own Yuq Period.
During the Misfortune of a Hundred Years, she had no friends, much less any male friends.
Every time her Yuq Period arrived, she felt nothing at all; it was just like any other day.
Now that she’d met Jiang Huai, she thought she’d finally learn what her own traits were, but as it turned out, she still had no reaction at all.
“I’m a pure-blooded Dragon, so why do I feel nothing?” Qin Qingyue muttered to herself in puzzlement.
“Forget it, whatever.”
“At this point, I might as well just make love first.”
With that, she suddenly pounced on Jiang Huai, her dragon claws covered in fine black scales easily pinning Jiang Huai’s ankles apart with undeniable strength!
Qin Qingyue decided to celebrate this victory with a grand session of lovemaking!
“I still have so many wishes.”
“So many dreams that can’t come true.”
The song was soft and lingering, carrying a barely noticeable huskiness, as if it bore too many unspoken sorrows.
Seated cross-legged atop her flying sword, Wu Zhaohua softly hummed the song Jiang Huai had once taught her, quietly lost in longing.
She wondered what he was doing now. Was he being bullied by Qin Qingyue?
It was a shame that she’d had no spiritual power at the time, not even able to use a Liu Ying Stone. Otherwise, she could see him now.
Behind Wu Zhaohua, Xiao Yue also sat cross-legged, quietly puzzled.
As the most promising disciple of Wenxuan Sect, her strength far surpassed the others, perfectly fitting the image of a senior sister.
Now, she’d even been appointed as the Saintess of Wenxuan Sect, with the sect’s resources focused on her, and had taken the Supreme Sage Great Ascension Sect Master as her master.
With such a setup, she wasn’t the Sect Master but was already guaranteed to become a Grand Elder ahead of time.
The Sect Master was her grandmaster.
“Master, where are we going now?” Xiao Yue asked respectfully from behind.
Before, Wu Zhaohua had made many decisions, but always after discussing with Qi Yuyong and Bai Lei, only calling Xiao Yue at the last moment before leaving.
Now, she had no idea where the two were headed.
“We’re going to the Central Continent Dragon Palace to find your grandmaster.” Wu Zhaohua stopped humming and answered calmly.
Wenxuan Sect was already located in the Central State, and news of Qin Qingyue going to the Central Continent Dragon Palace to stir up trouble and enter the Dragon Palace had quickly reached Wu Zhaohua’s ears.
Naturally, Wu Zhaohua set off at once, heading for the Central Continent Dragon Palace to intercept Qin Qingyue and snatch back the man who belonged to her.
And she wasn’t going alone—she’d also invited some of Qin Qingyue’s old enemies, clansmen from the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace, to come along.
No matter how you looked at it, she’d have the numbers on her side in this battle!
This time, she’d also brought plenty of rare cultivation materials.
Once she found Jiang Huai, she’d help him cultivate, starting from Jade Liquid Qi Refining.
As long as that crazy dragon Qin Qingyue hadn’t killed him, it would be fine.
A trace of worry grew in Wu Zhaohua’s heart.
She wouldn’t bully him, right?
Clouds turned and rain fell.
Jiang Huai was clearly no match for Qin Qingyue. Under the effect of the Dragon Mark, he was completely obedient to her.
His eyes were unfocused, cheeks flushed, and he was about to stick out his tongue.
Qin Qingyue was extremely moved, wishing the sky would turn dark and the earth would shake, but she managed to restrain herself and gradually sat up.
“How strange, my Yuq Period is really…”
Before she could finish, she suddenly stopped, her delicate nose twitching.
What was that delicious smell? She’d never smelled anything so fragrant before.
It was an indescribable aroma, something her instincts just loved.
Qin Qingyue bent down, sniffing Jiang Huai from head to toe before finally pinpointing the source.
No wonder.
So fragrant, really so fragrant—he’d never smelled this good before.
Her pink tongue flicked out, and Qin Qingyue trembled all over in excitement.
Sweet.
Fragrant and sweet.
Addictively fragrant and sweet.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Noticing Qin Qingyue’s odd behavior, Jiang Huai slowly propped himself up, patting her cheek and looking worriedly into her dazed dragon eyes.
He glanced at Qin Qingyue’s pale fingertips, his expression strange.
“I think… I know what my change during the Yuq Period is.” Qin Qingyue murmured to herself.
Jiang Huai was stunned by the scene before him, his mouth opening and closing:
“You… What are you doing?”
What kind of perversion was this?
Hearing this, Qin Qingyue suddenly looked at him, the corners of her mouth pale, dragon eyes glittering.
She somehow produced a white porcelain bottle and handed it to Jiang Huai.
Obviously, this was a Space Treasure. Who knew how large its capacity was, but it was definitely much bigger than it looked.
“Fill it. Fill this porcelain bottle.”
Her dragon eyes shimmered with an indescribable light, making Jiang Huai’s back go cold—and somewhere else, even colder.
“Wait, wait…”
Qin Qingyue suddenly pounced on Jiang Huai…
“Sect Master Wu, apologies for not coming out to meet you.”
Ao Shuang was delighted to see Wu Zhaohua arrive.
Her azure dragon tail swayed back and forth, her delicate, doll-like face full of smiles.
This was a Da Cheng period beauty with the bearing of a heavenly fairy—she had to make sure to get on her good side.
After all, when it came time to ascend to the Immortal Realm, she’d need Wu Zhaohua’s help.
The two of them had grown up together in the secret realm, forging a friendship.
After reaching the Divine Transformation stage, Wu Zhaohua had to rely on her own abilities to advance.
The sect couldn’t offer much help, and sometimes even became a burden.
During this period, the Central Continent Dragon Palace had become close with Wu Zhaohua, establishing a friendship.
“I heard Qin Qingyue came looking for you?” Wu Zhaohua smiled and cupped her hands, getting straight to the point.
“That’s right, she came here, and brought her little husband too.”
“That poor guy, having to be Qin Qingyue’s husband.” Ao Shuang stuck out her tongue and said with a laugh.
Wu Zhaohua’s pretty face froze, her fists clenching tight.
Whose husband?