First Transformation of the Divine Dragon

Just like some rare magic spells, any Battle Qi Arts of King Grade or above can only be passed down through inheritance. "Inheritance" refers to condensing Battle Qi energy into text and inscribing it onto a special type of magic paper. Once the cultivator begins practicing, the book will turn to ash.

To pass down Battle Qi Arts, at least half of one's Battle Qi energy is required. Therefore, masters who cultivate Battle Qi Arts of King Grade or above will only use this method to pass them down when their lifespan is nearing its end or when their lives are in imminent danger.

One can imagine how precious Battle Qi Arts of King Grade and above are.

As the sky darkened, Yao Rao, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Qi Bei in the depths of the cave with shock.

At this moment, Qi Bei's messy golden hair danced in the wind, enveloped in a dense field of Battle Qi energy.

Generally speaking, ordinary warriors with average talent need ten days to sense Battle Qi energy, while even geniuses among warriors need three to five days.

Yet, how long had Qi Bei been cultivating? Three hours? Four hours? He had actually attracted such dense Battle Qi energy.

Qi Bei had never expected his initial cultivation of the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art to have such an effect.

He only felt that while cultivating the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art, the hazy light-golden inner force in his Dantian churned like boiling water, and then, he felt an endless stream of Battle Qi energy surging towards him.

Qi Bei initially felt comfortable, but then he began to feel a burning sensation.

This heat was not the ordinary heat of being burned by flames; he couldn't describe the specific feeling, only that it felt somewhat ominous.

Qi Bei wanted to stop cultivating, but the restless inner force in his Dantian made it impossible for him to stop.

The suffocating heat intensified, and he felt as if his blood was boiling, his entire body about to melt.

"Extreme Yang Fire!" The words suddenly appeared in Qi Bei's mind. He never thought that the Extreme Yang Fire would come so quickly.

Originally, given Qi Bei's cultivation speed, it was unlikely for the Extreme Yang Fire to manifest in such a short period.

Before, he would embrace Yao Rao every day and use his inner force to dispel the cold, after which he felt his inner force increase significantly. In reality, this was not solely due to the effect of excessive consumption of inner force; a large part of it was due to Yao Rao's King Grade Yin Body.

It was like a starving person seeing a feast. He would embrace the food for temporary satisfaction, but if he was unable to enjoy it for a long time, it would surely drive him mad.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art that Yao Rao gave Qi Bei also belonged to the Yang Arts. The trace of Dragon's Will contained within it further agitated his inner force, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely igniting the Extreme Yang Fire within his body.

Yao Rao suddenly noticed something was wrong with Qi Bei. His skin was as red as blood, his clothes were emitting wisps of smoke, and the temperature in the entire cave suddenly rose.

"Could it be that he can't withstand so much Battle Qi energy? Causing the Battle Qi to clash within his body? Or is the martial art he's cultivating repelling the Battle Qi?" Yao Rao thought anxiously. Her original good intentions had unintentionally harmed him.

Seeing Qi Bei's clothes turn to ash and fall off, Yao Rao could no longer sit still and walked towards him.

Yao Rao took out a handful of Ice Attribute Crystal Cores and placed them all over Qi Bei.

It seemed to have some effect, as Qi Bei's fiery red body faded slightly.

Qi Bei opened his eyes. Within his black pupils, two balls of golden fire flickered. He stared at Yao Rao like a wild beast that had been hungry for ten days and discovered food.

"Qi Bei, how are you?" Yao Rao felt a sense of fear; Qi Bei's gaze was terrifying.

The golden flames in Qi Bei's pupils flickered, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He rasped, "Go quickly, don't... mind me..."

Yao Rao gritted her teeth and took out a jade box from her Spatial Ring. But before she could open it, Qi Bei let out a low growl and pounced on her like a wild beast, frantically tearing at her clothes.

"Qi Bei, get off me!" Yao Rao shouted, desperately trying to push Qi Bei away.

However, Yao Rao had lost all her magic power at this moment. How could she push away Qi Bei, who had fallen into a frenzy?

After struggling for a while, Yao Rao stopped resisting. She knew that further resistance would be futile.

Qi Bei's lower body, as hard as iron, thrust wildly but couldn't find an entrance, making the frenzied look on his face even more intense.

Yao Rao closed her eyes, recalling snippets of their time together. With a sigh, she cooperatively opened her **.

If this was fate, she was willing to bear it.

A tearing pain in her lower body caused Yao Rao to groan, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.

The first time a woman cherishes as much as her life, she lost it on this young man, or perhaps, he should be called a man now.

Yao Rao endured Qi Bei's savage assault, biting her lower lip until a trickle of blood seeped out.

At some point, a scorching airflow entered Yao Rao's body from where they were joined.

After circulating for a while, it suddenly transformed into an even more potent warm airflow and returned to Qi Bei's body.

The fiery red color on Qi Bei's body began to recede, and his movements gradually became gentler.

The physical pain Yao Rao was experiencing also disappeared with the circulation of the warm airflow, and unfamiliar pleasure surged wave after wave.

Rising and falling, like a boat adrift at sea, carried further by the waves.

Both of them fell into a deep sleep, neither noticing that dawn was breaking, and the cold poison that was supposed to flare up at midnight had not recurred.

Of course, neither of them noticed that for a moment, both of Qi Bei's hands were covered in dense golden scales, his sharp claws gleaming coldly.

It must be said that when it comes to matters between men and women, women recover much faster than men.

When Yao Rao woke up, she found that her magic power had been restored, and it was even stronger than before.

Yao Rao waved her hand, and a gust of cold wind condensed, freezing the water molecules in the air into ice.

The ice reflected her pretty face. Her complexion was rosy, and her eyes still held lingering traces of passion, so charming that all flowers would wither in shame.

Indeed, apart from the discomfort in her lower body, her spirit and energy had reached their peak.

Yao Rao reached out and touched the ice mirror, which then dissipated into a mist of water.

She took a robe and covered the sleeping Qi Bei, then knelt beside him. Qi Bei slept soundly, a trace of glistening saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, like a child.

Yao Rao smiled slightly, reached out her jade hand to gently caress his face, then withdrew it as if she had been shocked.

"My little man, I'll wait for you to grow up!" Yao Rao said softly. Her meaning of "growing up" was not about age but about strength. The man of a dignified Earth Grade Mage must not be weak; otherwise, even if she compromised, her sect would never agree.

Yao Rao stood up, waved her hand, and left a few lines of text on the cave wall before disappearing from the cave.