“Qin Xuange, you…” Chi Huang clutched her backside, her face flushed with anger. Her beautiful eyes glared at the Black Dragon woman in front of her as she shouted in a rage, though she was inwardly startled.
She knew Qin Xuange was stronger than her, but she shouldn’t have been so fast that she couldn’t even see her movements.
The slap from moments ago had been so powerful that the pain radiating through her buttocks made her legs go weak.
Only then did she realize where Qin Xuange was standing.
‘When did the gap between us become this large?’ Chi Huang thought, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
Qin Qingyue glanced at her sideways.
Through the thin red veil, she could faintly see a bright red five-fingered handprint pressed against it.
It was quite conspicuous and didn’t seem likely to fade anytime soon.
She frowned slightly, then looked at the thin veil on Chi Hong’s body. Sniffing the lingering scent in the air, she clicked her tongue inwardly. She had a good idea of what had happened in this room, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
“Dress yourself properly. Do not expose yourself to outsiders,” Qin Qingyue said. The smile she had for Jiang Huai vanished the moment she looked at Chi Huang’s attire, her tone turning stern.
Hearing this, Chi Huang’s hair practically stood on end. She flailed her arms at Qin Qingyue, her Dragon Tail thrashing about in a fit of humiliated rage. “What are you pretending for? What right do you have to lecture me?”
Where was this? This was her Honored Master’s territory! How dared this Black Dragon Saintess order her around like this? What did she mean? Just because she looked like Qin Qingyue, did she really think she was Qin Qingyue?
Inside the Spirit Platform, Qin Xuange was quite puzzled. She rested her face in her hands, feeling depressed. ‘What does she mean by not dressing like this in front of outsiders? Who’s the outsider here? Me?’
Qin Qingyue ignored her and moved with graceful Lotus Steps to stand before Jiang Huai. She placed her hands on her hips, her Dragon Tail subconsciously wrapping around his ankle.
Jiang Huai let out a muffled groan. Inside his Small World, the red fire dragon thrashed about relentlessly. His blood flowed backward, and a surge of blood rose from his chest.
Seeing this, Qin Qingyue’s expression changed. She moved quickly, tapping Jiang Huai’s chest. A powerful Divine Sense poured in like a surging tide, guiding the Black Dragon Yin Essence.
Jiang Huai saw the black Yin Essence surrounding his Small World flare up. A peerless, murderous Metal Slashing Power transformed into a Black Dragon. It danced alongside the Red Dragon, ruthlessly suppressing it. Order returned to the Small World. His blood stopped churning and was slowly pushed back down, the blood that had risen receding into his body.
As Jiang Huai felt the calm return to his body and watched the Black Dragon dancing with the Red Dragon, he felt no joy. Instead, a wave of sadness washed over him. That was the first Mark on his body — the Black Dragon Yin Essence given to him by Qin Qingyue. It was because of her that he had stepped onto the path of Cultivation.
Now, the strand of Black Dragon Yin Essence she had left behind was still protecting him. His lower abdomen felt a faint heat, helping him suppress the turbulence in his Small World. But he could no longer see Qin Qingyue, and he didn’t know if he could ever return in the future.
Jiang Huai sighed and slowly opened his eyes. Sensing someone standing before him, he looked up, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
The person he had been longing for day and night was standing there with one hand on her hip. Her Dragon Tail was wrapped around his ankle, and she was staring at him with a faint smile. Her eyes were full of playful teasing, causing his heart to race uncontrollably. It was a heartbeat he couldn’t restrain; even if he wanted to suppress it, it was impossible.
Humans were such creatures — they were far from rational. Even if their choices went against their hearts, their physiological reactions could never be hidden.
However, Jiang Huai’s mood quickly plummeted to rock bottom. Even if the difference was subtle, he could see it — the person in front of him was Qin Xuange, not Qin Qingyue.
“You’re back,” Jiang Huai said softly to the woman.
Qin Qingyue laughed softly. “You’re not happy to see me? Are you looking for a punishment?”
She glanced at Chi Hong nearby and tapped Jiang Huai’s forehead with her index finger, her tone tinged with jealousy. “You’re quite impressive, aren’t you? How did you manage to take down both the master and the disciple? Didn’t I get Chi Lian for you?”
Jiang Huai was stunned. He hadn’t expected Qin Xuange’s imitation of Qin Qingyue to reach such a divine level. Every smile, every word, and even her jealous expression were so remarkably similar.
“I… let me explain. It was for my Cultivation. I have a Yin-Yang Body. I need the Yin Essence of the Red Dragon Clan. It’s related to the Mark on my body,” he subconsciously explained to the woman in front of him.
He then lifted his robes, revealing the Black Dragon Mark on his lower abdomen. “I need the Yin Essence of the Mark’s owner.”
He didn’t know why he was explaining this to her. In truth, there was no need, but seeing that face and that demeanor made him unable to resist clarifying things.
Qin Qingyue realized the truth and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I see. I suppose you aren’t that kind of person. It seems this was my fault then.”
She reached out and patted Jiang Huai’s head, saying appreciatively, “Not bad. It looks like you’ve found a way to progress in your Cultivation.”
Her slender fingers soon moved down from the top of his head, grazing his cheek before finally tilting his chin up. She forced him to look directly at her, gazing down from above as her Dragon Tail tightened around his ankle. “Actually, I don’t care about things like this. For the sake of your Cultivation, I can make even more concessions. There’s no need to be so flustered. I’ll allow you to do this.”
Qin Qingyue slowly leaned over, her face drawing close to Jiang Huai’s. Inside the Spirit Platform, Qin Xuange’s heart raced, and her face turned bright red. She could almost share the same perspective as Qin Qingyue, watching helplessly as Jiang Huai drew closer and closer until they were almost kissing.
Qin Qingyue gently rubbed her forehead against the dazed Jiang Huai and said softly, “As long as you remember who you belong to. Good boy, do you know who you belong to?”
Jiang Huai was so shocked by the woman before him that he was speechless. He subconsciously nodded and murmured, “I know.”
These words were too familiar.
He had heard them so often in the past that he’d almost grown tired of them, yet hearing them now felt incredibly dear.
The woman in front of him was practically Qin Qingyue reincarnated. Even her tone was so similar it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Qin Xuange kept the sharing active as much as possible within the Spirit Platform, enjoying the moment along with Qin Qingyue. She felt like a doll. Even though it was her own body and her own appearance, she was being used by Qin Qingyue as a toy for the two of them — a bridge for communication.
Qin Qingyue’s hands, her lips, those Dragon Eyes, and even that Dragon Tail wrapping around Jiang Huai were all hers. Every inch of flesh belonged to her. But the Soul was not hers. A few words from the other woman had left Jiang Huai completely infatuated and unable to help himself.
“Then who do you belong to? Let’s hear it.” Qin Qingyue looked at Jiang Huai’s appearance and felt even more satisfied. She loved seeing her lover at her mercy like this, as a tide of passion surged within her.
Qin Xuange was shocked. Could even this damp, wet sensation be controlled by Qin Qingyue?
“I belong to you, Qingyue,” Jiang Huai said, gritting his teeth as he spoke the words to the woman he believed was only acting as Qin Qingyue.