Inside the green light barrier, the air seemed to freeze.
Ao Yao’s legs were weak.
Her small body slumped to the ground, her skirt spread messily, revealing slender calves wrapped in white silk stockings and fair knees.
Her legs still twitched slightly, the skin at her ankles flushed a light pink.
Even her small toes curled inside the stockings.
Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaving violently.
Her delicate, doll-like face was full of blush, spreading from her cheeks to her earlobes.
Her neck was tinged with a thin layer of red.
Jiang Huai looked at the sword in his hand. It was fully unsheathed now.
The green blade was completely revealed—long and slender, with dragon patterns gleaming on the edge, emitting a faint green light.
That light was soft and gentle, like a clear spring or a spring breeze.
He then looked at the limp Ao Yao.
He finally understood.
He finally knew why this sword was short.
After the Dragon Race transformed, their body shape couldn’t be changed.
Even a powerful cultivator at the Great Ascension Stage like Bai Lu had her body’s length still the same as before.
Whatever she looked like after transformation, that’s how she stayed, forever fixed.
Naturally, the inside was the same—however long it was, that’s how long it was, no more, no less.
If it were the Red Dragon Clan or the Black Dragon Clan, their figures were tall and voluptuous, so this sword sheath might be longer.
But Ao Yao was from the Azure Dragon Clan.
The Azure Dragon Clan, after transformation, all looked like petite and delicate lolis.
The “length” of this sword sheath…
Jiang Huai looked at the short sword in his hand, barely over a foot long, then looked at Ao Yao, who was slumped on the ground with her calves still twitching.
He seemed to understand something.
“You…” He opened his mouth, momentarily not knowing what to say.
Ao Yao looked up.
Her big green eyes were full of tears, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
At the corners of her eyes were tears that were either from pleasure or grievance.
She gritted her teeth, her voice soft and trembling, with a hint of shame and reproach:
“Wha… what are you looking at…”
“I… I told you… this sword… can’t be drawn casually…”
She lowered her head, her small hands tightly gripping her skirt. The back of her ears was red enough to bleed.
Jiang Huai was silent for a moment.
With Jiang Zhun’s support, Ao Yao finally got up.
But her legs kept shaking, her slender calves trembling like willow branches in the wind.
Every step she took was unsteady, as if she might fall again at any moment.
She had to tightly grip Jiang Huai’s arm, leaning most of her body weight on him.
Jiang Zhun secretly glanced inside the sword sheath.
It was still gently writhing.
Slowly contracting, as if adapting to something.
The sight left Jiang Huai speechless.
“This…” he asked curiously, his gaze shifting from the sword sheath to Ao Yao, “If this sword handle is that… then does your body still have it?”
Ao Yao abruptly put away the sword handle!
She glared at Jiang Zhun, her big green eyes full of shame and anger, her small face flushed red:
“What?! Can’t I have two?!”
Her voice was urgent and soft, but with a hint of bravado.
Jiang Huai quickly nodded:
“Fine, fine.”
Truly a rare wonder in the world. Jiang Zhun had seen it all today.
He asked no more, just gripped the sword in his hand—the fully unsheathed Azure Dragon short sword.
His spiritual energy surged into the blade, and the green sword light instantly expanded, merging with his two energies of Yin and Yang.
The dragon patterns on the blade glowed intensely, as if alive, moving and coiling on the blade.
He had fully mastered this sword.
He closed his eyes, sensing the positions of the three magical crystals: Qin Xuange, Cang Ling, and Cang Jing.
Qin Xuange’s crystal currently looked very pure. The spreading of the ink dot was very slow, as if her will was still persisting and resisting.
But Cang Ling and Cang Jing… looked like they couldn’t hold on.
The purple-black ink dots were spreading wildly.
Inside the crystal, the faces of the Yellow Dragon sisters were starting to blur, as if they might be completely swallowed by darkness at any moment.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Jiang Huai took a deep breath, using a drop of Ji Xi’s essence blood, plus his own essence blood, gathering them at the sword tip.
He slashed out fiercely!
“Weng!”
Ji Xi also made the same movement, just like Jiang Huai, except she held the Yin-Yang sword in her hand.
The green sword light, like a thunderbolt, converged with the Yin-Yang sword qi, fiercely striking that crystal encasing Cang Ling and Cang Jing.
The space trembled violently, emitting a harsh tearing sound. Countless cracks spread in the void like a spiderweb.
Boom!
A dull sound.
A crystal space entrance glowing with green light slowly opened at the center of the cracks. A strong wind surged wildly from the entrance!
Ao Yao immediately hugged Jiang Huai’s waist.
Her small body pressed tightly against his, her slender arms encircling his waist.
The movement was natural and intimate, as if after drawing this sword, she had become even more affectionate towards Jiang Huai.
The great tree howled!
The sound was either pain or anger, countless tentacles flailing wildly.
Jiang Huai hesitated no more. Holding Ao Yao, he charged into that green light entrance!
His vision blurred. The world spun.
When his sight cleared again, Jiang Huai was dumbfounded.
He was actually wearing a bright red outfit.
The red wedding robe was of luxurious quality, embroidered with golden dragons and phoenixes, with wide sleeves hanging down, and a red jade belt tied at the waist.
The clothes still had a faint scent of incense, clearly carefully prepared.
He turned his head sharply. Ao Yao beside him was also wearing wedding attire.
A red dress, but not like a wedding dress, making her delicate, doll-like face even more tender.
The skirt of the wedding dress trailed long on the ground, the collar slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and fair skin.
Her hair was pinned up high, adorned with a golden phoenix hairpin, with a few strands of hair falling by her cheeks.
Ao Yao looked at Jiang Huai with a confused expression. Jiang Huai also looked at her with confusion.
They looked at each other, both completely bewildered.
“This is…”
Before Ao Yao could finish—
A crisp voice came from behind:
“Husband, we’re getting married today.”
Jiang Huai turned sharply to look.
Not far away, Cang Ling stood there in a red dress.
She wore the same red wedding robe as Jiang Zhun, but her version was more tailored, outlining her slender yet strong figure.
Her hair was also pinned up high, adorned with a golden buyao hairpin, a bright smile on her face, her amber eyes full of anticipation.
“Huh?”
Jiang Zhun was stunned.
He turned to look the other way.
No one.
Where was Cang Jing?
He was about to speak when Cang Ling walked towards him, her steps light, her skirt swaying, her smile growing even brighter:
“Husband, why are you standing there?”
“The auspicious hour is almost here.”
She reached out and took Jiang Huai’s other arm, her posture intimate and natural, as if they were truly the couple getting married today.
Jiang Huai stood frozen.
Ao Yao stood frozen too.
They looked at each other, both seeing the same confusion in the other’s eyes:
What happened? Is this Cang Ling’s illusion realm?
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