Chapter 30: Little Black Dragon

Qin Qingyue feigned weakness, caught Wu Zhaohua off guard and humiliated her, then escaped with Jiang Huai.

Wu Zhaohua stood alone among the immortal swords, her beautiful eyes gradually turning icy cold, killing intent surging, fists tightly clenched.

“Mas…Master.” Xiao Yue cautiously handed her a white handkerchief from behind.

What was that splashed on her? Why did it have such a strange smell?

Was the one taken away by Qin Qingyue just now her grandmaster? So young.

Wu Zhaohua shook her head, took out her own white handkerchief, and carefully wiped the “tea” from her face, from her forehead down to her lips.

She hesitated for a moment, then tucked the handkerchief into her bosom, seeming to regain her composure.

“Sect Master Wu, it’s a pity we let that Evil Dragon escape.” Qin Qinghong flew over, regret on her face, worry between her brows.

Qin Qingyue had achieved Celestial Immortal Form, yet she herself wasn’t even a Supreme Sage Great Ascension, so there was no way to contend.

For the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan, this was a humiliation, but for Qin Qinghong, it was a matter of life and death.

If she couldn’t vent her anger on Wu Zhaohua, couldn’t she at least vent it on her?

Wu Zhaohua’s expression was calm as she softly said:

“She can’t run. I will kill her.”

“Between her and me, only one can ascend to the Immortal Realm.”

There was nothing more to say. Old grudges weren’t worth risking one’s life over—everyone just took the chance to trip each other up.

But this Evil Dragon had violated her man and even humiliated her so—she could only kill!

She glanced at the anxious Qin Qinghong and said mildly:

“If you’re afraid Qin Qingyue will cause you trouble, you can bring the Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan to take refuge under my Wenxuan Sect.”

“By then, Qin Qingyue naturally won’t dare to provoke you.”

A hesitant look appeared on Qin Qinghong’s face. She cupped her hands and forced a bitter smile. “Allow me to think it over.”

To take refuge under another sect—such a thing was unbearable for the proud Black Dragon Clan.

The other Four Great Dragon Clans each dominated a region in Central State, Northern Plains, Southern Ridge, and elsewhere, fully displaying the Dragon Race’s glory and prestige.

In Central State, those young Azure Dragons, though they didn’t have a Supreme Sage Great Ascension, had many Earth Immortals as backing in the Immortal Realm, and could still dominate a region in Central State.

The White Dragons of the Northern Plains were isolated from the world, but everyone knew they had a Supreme Sage Great Ascension.

Both the Red and Yellow Dragons had their own trump cards and backgrounds.

Only the Black Dragon Clan had been thrown into disarray by Qin Qingyue, even losing their Dragon Palace.

Sometimes Qin Qinghong wondered if this too was the misfortune brought by the Evil Dragon.

Seeing her hesitation, Wu Zhaohua more or less understood that it was her pride acting up.

She changed her tone and advised:

“You Eastern Wilderness Dragon Clan needn’t worry. Qin Qingyue wouldn’t go so far as to exterminate your clan. Otherwise, the other Four Great Dragon Clans wouldn’t sit by and do nothing.”

“As for you, you can bring a few dragons to Wenxuan Sect to hide for a few days. Think of it as us inviting you to serve as Guest Elders. How about it?”

To be invited as elders sounded much better than taking refuge, and would be much easier for Qin Qinghong to accept.

Besides, it could help Wenxuan Sect with their lack of fighting strength.

“Well… all right then, I’ll bring a few people to your sect and have a look.” Qin Qinghong forced a smile and said.

Better to save her life for now. Who knows, maybe Wu Zhaohua really would slay Qin Qingyue?

“Are you still angry?”

“I won’t do that to her next time, all right?”

“Say something, why are you giving me the silent treatment?”

“If you keep ignoring me, I’ll eat you!”

Qin Qingyue bared her fangs and claws, transforming into a shadowy Black Dragon, opening her blood-red mouth to scare Jiang Huai, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

But Jiang Huai was unmoved, quietly meditating as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

“You’re still angry. Do you even know how Wu Zhaohua used to bully me?”

“I remember during Foundation Establishment, she even brought people to pick on me! That Qi Yuyong, and another called Bai Lei!”

“All three of them ganged up on me! Surrounded me! Bullied me!”

Qin Qingyue turned into a slender Black Dragon, like a snake clad in black scales, coiling behind Jiang Huai, endlessly wriggling.

“And back during Nascent Soul, it was clearly me who found the Spirit Tool, yet she snatched it away.”

“I even discovered a Fated Land, but they drove me out. I was upset for a long time.”

“I couldn’t even go after her for it—she had a mentor in the Transformation Period to back her up, and I had no one…”

“That junior sister of hers, Qi Yuyong, isn’t even human—so sharp-eyed. One time I found a bargain, and Wu Zhaohua snatched it away.”

Qin Qingyue kept rambling her complaints, all while slithering around Jiang Huai, disturbing his cultivation.

She and Wu Zhaohua had been at odds for a long time—since Foundation Establishment, their feud only deepened over time.

So her attitude toward Wu Zhaohua was naturally hostile—the more she could humiliate her, the better.

Seeing Jiang Huai still silent, not even opening his eyes, it was clear he was angry about how she’d humiliated Wu Zhaohua.

Qin Qingyue grew anxious, raising her voice by Jiang Huai’s ear and mimicking:

“Lord River God, I have been promised to you by the townsfolk.”

“I am virtuous and capable.”

“Since the townsfolk have offered me to you, I am yours—please allow me to serve at your side.”

“As long as the River God is willing to have me!”

“Even if you only need a little plaything to relieve your boredom.”

The memory of the Great Ascension was sharp—these were the very words Jiang Huai had said to her when he was thrown into the riverbed, begging for his life.

“Jiang Huai, who said these words? Is this how you serve your husband, how you serve me?!” Qin Qingyue said angrily.

“I’m talking to you! Can’t I take revenge on my enemy?”

If this had been some time ago, Qin Qingyue wouldn’t have cared—she would’ve broken Jiang Huai’s silent treatment with real violence, thoroughly satisfying her own desires.

Or they’d both sulk and ignore each other.

But now, things were different. Jiang Huai’s performance in the secret realm had greatly pleased and moved her.

Now, she truly saw Jiang Huai as her future partner, someone to share her life with in the Immortal Realm, so she was much more restrained and gentle.

Jiang Huai’s focus was interrupted. He sighed, helplessly opened his eyes, and asked:

“Be honest with me. When Wu Zhaohua bullied you like that, how did you fight back?”

“During Foundation Establishment, why did Wu Zhaohua take Qi Yuyong and seek you out?”

This wasn’t victim-blaming. Based on what he knew of Wu Zhaohua, while she wasn’t exactly kind, she wasn’t the type to bully others unprovoked.

He couldn’t trust everything this dragon said—she was clearly hiding something.

Qin Qingyue’s dragon eyes rolled about guiltily and she quickly changed the subject:

“So you’re willing to talk now? Are you hungry?”

“Let’s go to Huanhuan Sect later. I’ll get you some cultivation methods, then ask about the misfortune inside your body.”

“Stop meditating—rest for a bit.”

Jiang Huai turned his head, expressionless, and stared at the little dragon Qin Qingyue for a while, then couldn’t help but reach out his index finger to rub her delicate dragon horns.

Too cute—this little Black Dragon, just like a snake.

He realized this dragon wasn’t nearly as intimidating or heroic as she’d seemed at first.

Sometimes she was shameless, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes feigned weakness to fool her enemies—quite clever, really.

Qin Qingyue squinted her dragon eyes in delight, her crimson pupils fixed on Jiang Huai for a while.

Seeing he was no longer angry, she became bolder, her slender dragon body coiling around him.

“What are you doing?”

“My ‘Desire Period’ isn’t over yet.”

With that, the little black dragon Qin Qingyue slid down Jiang Huai’s body.

A tingling sensation, like static, spread all over him. Jiang Huai tried to stop her, but found he couldn’t catch Qin Qingyue’s dragon body at all.

“Wait—at least turn back into a human before you do anything!” Jiang Huai shouted.

He could accept it if she was in human form, but as a little dragon, like a snake—could he really?

“No.”