Longyin Hall’s doors slowly opened.
Chihuang felt it seemed unnecessary to close them, because there would be latecomers. In other words, Honored Master would be coming later as well.
She strode ahead, her crimson long dress fluttering, the dragon horns on her head glowing with a warm luster under the Night-Luminescent Pearl’s light.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and her steps were light, as if she had taken the lead.
Qin Xuange followed behind her, arms crossed, expression cold.
She wore a black form-fitting outfit, her high ponytail tied neatly.
Her walking posture was identical to Qin Qingyue’s. Without a word, she glanced at Chihuang from the corner of her eye and let out a soft snort of disdain.
Cang Ling and Cang Jing observed Longyin Hall from all around.
The two sisters moved lightly, one left and one right, their gazes wandering over the majestic palace. Carved beams and painted rafters, jade pillars with coiled dragons—every detail exuded luxury and grandeur.
Longyin Hall was the place where Qin Qingyue had accumulated the most wealth over the years.
“The Black Dragon’s palace is indeed better than ours, the Yellow Dragons,” Cang Ling said softly.
Cang Jing glanced at her but didn’t respond. Her sister was bringing up a sore subject, and Qin Xuange was still here. This Nine Heavens Palace originally belonged to the Black Dragon clan.
Under Chihuang’s lead, the group quickly found where Jiang Huai was cultivating.
At the secluded cultivation site of Vast Sea Residence, a White Jade Lotus Platform floated in the center, emitting a faint spiritual Qi.
On the Lotus Platform, Jiang Huai sat cross-legged, eyes closed, breathing steady, spiritual Qi flowing around him.
There was another person sitting beside him. White Dew.
She wore a plain white sleeping robe, her collar slightly open, revealing a pale collarbone.
Her hair was loose, a few strands falling by her cheeks.
She sat cross-legged beside Jiang Huai, back straight, eyes slightly closed, posture dignified, but her clothes were disheveled.
Chihuang stopped. She looked at White Dew on the Lotus Platform, her smile freezing.
“Clan Leader White Dew, can you explain why you’re here?”
White Dew slowly opened her eyes.
Those blue dragon eyes were calm as water, her expression unchanged.
She looked at Chihuang, her voice cool: “I came to help Jiang Huai cultivate. After all, I’m at the Great Ascension stage, so I can guide her cultivation.”
White Dew swept her gaze over the women present.
“What are you all doing here?”
Using her cultivation level to suppress them, she wanted to shut up these juniors.
Cang Ling stood to the side, tilting her head, staring at White Dew for a long time.
“Is Clan Leader White really here to help Jiang Huai cultivate? No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem that way.” She sniffed.
Without waiting for White Dew to reply, she continued, “But since Clan Leader White Dew is here to help Jiang Huai cultivate, we have some other business. Could Clan Leader White Dew please step aside for a moment?”
As she spoke, Cang Ling began to stretch.
First, she stretched her arms, pulling them left and right a few times, then bent over, fingertips touching the ground, her waist flexible.
She straightened up, twisted her neck, and shook her wrists, as if preparing for a “fight.”
Then, she started to undress.
Her movements were natural and casual.
She untied her belt, removed her clothes, and simply placed them aside.
Her wheat-colored, firm skin appeared soft under the Night-Luminescent Pearl’s light.
Even White Dew, with her cold temperament, couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth at this sight.
“Is there no etiquette? Are you a wild dragon?”
Jiang Huai covered his face, not knowing what to say.
This Yellow Dragon was indeed straightforward, as if about to engage in a physical fight.
She strode toward Jiang Huai, without a stitch of clothing.
The Yellow Dragon clan could serve as vanguards.
Qin Xuange and Chihuang were still reserved.
They stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the battle, waiting for the outcome. Chihuang even stepped back half a step to make room for Cang Ling. If Cang Ling could get a taste, they would naturally swarm in too.
“Clan Leader White, aren’t you leaving yet?” Cang Ling walked up to Jiang Huai, her long, shapely legs round and beautiful.
She turned slightly, lifting one leg to step on the edge of the Lotus Platform, her posture bold and casual.
White Dew watched this scene, silent for a moment.
She sighed and ultimately did not leave: “Get in line.”
Cang Ling laughed and said without hesitation, “I came first, so you go behind me in line.”
White Dew frowned. “Who said you came first?”
“Then you mean you were sneaking a bite just now?” Cang Ling put her hands on her hips, unconvinced.
“During the day, you had Jiang Huai go into seclusion, telling everyone not to disturb him, but at night you come to sneak a bite? Is that it?”
White Dew glared. How could this junior be so disrespectful? She spent her days busy fighting off Extraterrestrial Demons—for whose sake? Was it not to give these juniors a stable cultivation environment? How could the juniors be so rude nowadays? Besides, she had arrived much earlier than these people, right? Why should she be at the back of the line?
Jiang Huai stood up to mediate, blocking in front of White Dew: “Alright, alright, don’t argue. She came first.”
Cang Ling faced Jiang Huai, her tone softening a bit, but she still kept her arms crossed: “You’re not being partial, are you?”
“It’s not partiality.” Jiang Huai took her hand. “Don’t argue.”
Chihuang saw the time was right, stepped forward, and walked straight over.
Her red dress fluttering, she approached Jiang Huai and gave a seductive smile: “Since you’re not partial, then just blindfold yourself. After all, you’re a man, and you should be lying down anyway.”
Qin Xuange deeply agreed, but didn’t want to go along with Chihuang.
Ao Yao, however, nodded repeatedly, her face serious: “Right, right, right. You blindfold yourself.”
The women crowded around, six dragons encircling Jiang Huai.
“Alright, alright.” Jiang Huai had no choice but to cover his eyes.
A black ribbon was placed over his eyes and tied tight.
His vision blurred, leaving only faint shadows. Someone pushed him. Jiang Huai fell onto the soft Lotus Platform.
A pile of weight pressed down on him, and he sank, unable to get up.
He felt countless hands roaming over his body. Big and small, strong and weak, soft and firm. Some hands pinched his shoulders, some pressed his waist, some slid down his chest. Occasionally, a few arguments could be heard by his ears, very soft, suppressed to a low volume.
“Wuwuwu…”
Someone sat on his face—soft and large.
Based on size, he suspected it was Chihuang.
A dragon tail swept across his neck, soft and warm.
And five soft things slithered over his body.
Black, white, red, yellow, green.
They coiled, moved, and intertwined around him, like five spirit snakes, each with its own temperature and touch.
Black was icy, white was cool, red was scorching hot, yellow was warm, green was smooth and soft.
Cang Jing and Cang Ling merged into one.
Inside Longyin Hall, the faces of five dragons came together like a flower.
A flower of five colors, with five beautiful faces.
The Black Dragon was cold and alluring, the White Dragon cool and distant, the Red Dragon bright and vivid, the Yellow Dragon heroic, the Green Dragon cute and charming.
Although they didn’t get along and had their own thoughts, at this moment, they crowded together, five faces squeezed into the same spot.