Just like certain rare magic spells, any Battle Qi Arts of King Grade or above could only be passed down through inheritance. By inheritance, one condensed Battle Qi energy into words and engraved them onto a special kind of magical paper. Once a cultivator began practicing, the book would turn to ashes.
To pass down Battle Qi Arts, one needed at least half of one's own Battle Qi energy. Therefore, experts who practiced Battle Qi Arts above King Grade would only use this method of inheritance when their lifespan was nearing its end or when their lives were in grave danger.
It went without saying how precious Battle Qi Arts above King Grade were.
When the sky drew its black curtain, Yao Rao abruptly opened her eyes from meditation and stared in shock at Qi Bei deep inside the cave.
At that moment, Qi Bei's messy golden hair danced without wind, and he was shrouded in a dense mass of Battle Qi energy.
Generally speaking, an ordinary warrior with average talent needed ten days to sense Battle Qi energy. Even a genius among warriors needed three to five days to sense it.
But how long had Qi Bei been cultivating? Three hours? Four hours? He had actually drawn in such a dense mass of Battle Qi energy.
Qi Bei had never expected that his first cultivation of the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art would produce such an effect.
He only felt the faint golden internal energy in his dantian boil and churn like water in a pot while cultivating the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art. Then, he felt Battle Qi energy continuously surge toward him.
At first, Qi Bei found it very comfortable. Later, he began to feel somewhat feverish.
This heat was not the ordinary heat of being scorched by flames. He could not describe the exact sensation, but he felt that something was wrong.
Qi Bei wanted to stop cultivating, but the internal energy in his dantian had grown violent, making it impossible for him to stop.
The suffocating heat grew increasingly intense. He felt as if his blood were boiling and his entire body were about to melt.
"Extreme Yang Fire!" The words suddenly appeared in Qi Bei's mind. He had never expected the Extreme Yang Fire to arrive so quickly.
Originally, given Qi Bei's cultivation speed, it should have been unlikely for the Extreme Yang Fire to form in such a short time.
Previously, he had held Yao Rao every day and used his internal energy to drive away the cold. Afterward, he had felt his internal energy increase greatly. In truth, this was not merely the effect of excessive consumption of internal energy. Most of it was due to the effect of Yao Rao's exceptional Yin Body.
It was like an extremely hungry person seeing a sumptuous feast. Holding the food brought him brief satisfaction, but if he were kept from eating it for too long, it would inevitably drive him mad.
The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art Yao Rao had given Qi Bei was also a Yang Art. The trace of Dragon's Will contained within it had further stirred his internal energy into a boil. Like the final straw that broke the camel's back, it had completely ignited the Extreme Yang Fire within him.
Yao Rao suddenly realized that something was wrong with Qi Bei. His entire skin was as red as blood, and his clothes had begun to hiss and emit wisps of smoke. The temperature throughout the cave had risen sharply.
Could it be that he can't withstand so much Battle Qi energy, causing it to collide inside his body? Or is the Martial Arts he cultivates repelling the Battle Qi? Yao Rao thought anxiously. She had originally meant well, yet she had never expected to harm him.
Seeing the clothes on Qi Bei's body turn to ash and fall away, Yao Rao finally could not remain seated and walked toward him.
Yao Rao took out a handful of Ice Attribute Crystal Cores and dumped them all onto Qi Bei's body.
They seemed to have some effect. The fiery red of Qi Bei's body faded somewhat.
Qi Bei opened his eyes. Two golden flames danced within his black pupils as he stared at Yao Rao, like a beast that had gone hungry for ten days and suddenly discovered food.
"Qi Bei, how are you?" Fear arose in Yao Rao's heart. Qi Bei's gaze was terrifying.
The golden flames in Qi Bei's pupils flickered. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and rasped, "Leave, quickly. Don't... mind me..."
Yao Rao gritted her teeth and took 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 beast, frantically tearing at her clothes.
"Qi Bei, get off me!" Yao Rao shouted, desperately trying to push him away.
But Yao Rao had lost all her magic power at that moment. How could she push away Qi Bei, who had fallen into madness?
After struggling for a long while, Yao Rao stopped resisting. She knew that further resistance would be futile.
Qi Bei's iron-hard lower body thrust about wildly, but he could not find the entrance, making the madness on his face grow even more intense.
Yao Rao closed her eyes. Moments of the two of them together flashed through her mind, and she sighed inwardly as she cooperatively spread her **.
If this was fate, she was willing to bear it.
A tearing pain struck her lower body. Yao Rao gave a muffled groan, and two lines of tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
A woman's first time, treasured as dearly as life itself, had been lost to this youth—or perhaps he should now be called a man.
Yao Rao endured Qi Bei's savage thrusts, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip as threads of blood seeped from it.
At some unknown point, a scorching current entered Yao Rao's body from where the two of them joined.
After circulating once, it suddenly transformed into an even richer stream of warm energy and returned to Qi Bei's body.
The fiery red color covering Qi Bei's body began to recede, and his movements gradually became gentler.
The pain that had filled Yao Rao's body also vanished amid the circulation of that warm current. Strange pleasure came over her in wave after wave.
Rising and falling, like a little boat drifting on the sea, she followed the waves farther and farther away.
Both of them fell into a deep sleep. Neither noticed that the sky was already beginning to brighten, nor that the cold poison that should have struck Yao Rao at midnight had not flared up again.
Of course, neither did they notice that, for an instant, both of Qi Bei's hands had been covered in densely packed golden scales, with sharp claws gleaming coldly.
It had to be said that when it came to relations between men and women, women recovered much faster than men.
When Yao Rao woke, she discovered that her magic power had already recovered and was even stronger than before.
Yao Rao waved her hand, and a cold wind gathered, condensing the moisture in the air into ice.
Her lovely face reflected in the ice. Her complexion was rosy, and her eyes still held lingering springtime allure. She was so charming that even a hundred flowers would have felt ashamed and withered.
Indeed, aside from the discomfort in her lower body, her vitality and spirit had reached their peak.
Yao Rao reached out and stroked the ice mirror, and it dispersed into a cloud of vapor.
She took out a robe and covered naked Qi Bei with it, then knelt beside him. Qi Bei slept soundly, a glistening thread of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth like a child.
Yao Rao revealed a faint smile and gently stroked his face with her jade-like hand before withdrawing it as if shocked by electricity.
"My little man, I'll wait for you to grow up!" Yao Rao said softly. By "growing up," she did not mean growing older, but becoming stronger. As the man of a dignified Earth Grade Mage, he certainly could not be weak. Otherwise, even if she humbled herself and yielded, how could her sect possibly grant her wish?
Yao Rao rose and waved her hand, leaving several lines of writing on the cave wall. Then her figure vanished into the cave.
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