Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art

Just as Qi Bei's large hand touched Yao Rao's chest, Yao Rao's pretty face suddenly pressed against his, and a sharp pain shot from her left ear as she bit down with her pearly white teeth.

"If you push any further, I'll bite off the other one too," Yao Rao chuckled by Qi Bei's ear.

The other one? With her mouth?

The shameless Qi Bei became hard, pressing straight against Yao Rao's lower abdomen like a red-hot iron rod. Even through two layers of clothing, it was so hot that Yao Rao's entire body went soft.

"Pervert." Yao Rao, her pretty face flushed crimson, pushed Qi Bei away and stood up.

Qi Bei bared his teeth and touched his left ear, a trace of blood appearing on his finger. This vixen was truly ruthless.

A flicker of heartache flashed in Yao Rao's beautiful eyes. She crouched down and gently massaged his ear with her jade-like hand.

"A kiss would be even better," Qi Bei teased, his incorrigible nature showing.

Yao Rao's hand, which had been gently rubbing his ear, changed from rubbing to pinching, lifting his earlobe.

Qi Bei yelped. It wasn't that painful, but he had to play along.

Yao Rao shot Qi Bei a glare and released her hand.

"Xiao Bei, the martial art you cultivate is indeed magical, especially its properties, which can actually restrain all magic and battle qi. Innocent people are often punished for their treasures. Your strength is still too weak to protect yourself, so unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to display it in front of others," Yao Rao suddenly said.

"I wish I didn't have to, but I can't just bow and scrape when someone slaps my face," Qi Bei replied. These past few days, through Yao Rao's tests, he had discovered that the inner force he cultivated had a restraining effect on both magic and battle qi, much to Yao Rao's astonishment.

Yao Rao extended her jade hand, and a book suddenly appeared in it.

"This is a Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art I stumbled upon. It should suit your physique. Try cultivating it," Yao Rao handed the book to Qi Bei.

Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art. Another dragon. Could it be that I have a connection with dragons?

Qi Bei took the battle qi art, a surge of emotion rising in his heart. Seeing how much she was planning for him, there must be some feelings there, right?

What Qi Bei didn't know was that the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art was no ordinary battle qi art.

If a mage's magic spells were divided by level, for example, what spells an apprentice mage could cultivate, what spells a novice mage could cultivate...

Of course, some magic spells were very common, but some extremely powerful spells were very rare. Many high-level mages only cultivated one or two high-level spells because high-level magic spells were too expensive. Even though mages were generally considered wealthy, they were often stretched thin when it came to purchasing powerful magic spells.

Warriors were completely different from mages. Most warriors cultivated only one core battle qi, and all other offensive methods were derived from this core battle qi. Therefore, choosing a core battle qi was extremely important for an apprentice warrior just starting on the path of a warrior. Once a choice was made, changing to another core battle qi art later would require starting all over again.

Warrior battle qi arts were divided into five grades: Mortal, Fine, King, Saint, and Divine.

Mortal Grade was the most common, and most warriors cultivated Mortal Grade battle qi arts.

Fine Grade was much rarer, and its price was not much cheaper than high-level magic spells.

King Grade was very rare, and only collected in the imperial treasuries of some dynasties.

As for Saint Grade, it was even rarer than a phoenix's feather.

And Divine Grade, it was probably only found in legends.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art that Yao Rao gave Qi Bei was a Saint Grade battle qi art, a Saint Grade battle qi art that even the entire Nord Family could not find.

"Let's stay here today. Tomorrow..." Yao Rao said. They would part ways tomorrow, but for some reason, her throat suddenly felt choked, and she couldn't finish her sentence.

"All feasts must end. I saved your life, you brought me out of the Undead Mountain Range, and gave me a battle qi art. It's very fair!" Qi Bei said with a smile after a moment of silence. Having spent nine days with Yao Rao, he had understood her personality. Since she had said this, there was no possibility of her staying with him. Giving him this battle qi art was probably just to clear their debts, and he had been wishful thinking.

"It's good that you understand," Yao Rao smiled slightly, turned to the side, and sat down cross-legged to meditate.

Qi Bei's chest suddenly felt heavy. He got up and punched the cave wall, creating a deep fist imprint, then strode out of the cave.

Yao Rao opened her closed eyes, a hint of complex, unreadable emotion flickering within them. She sighed softly and closed her eyes again.

Qi Bei's eyes burned with fierce anger. Gripping the black longsword, he charged into the undead horde. With every swing, a row of undead turned to dust.

Two hours later, Qi Bei returned, exuding a sharp, murderous aura, but his eyes were calm.

Qi Bei sat at the deepest part of the cave and began to study the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art that Yao Rao had given him.

The previous owner of Qi Bei's body had been a useless dandy who couldn't cultivate battle qi or magic. He had given up on himself and never bothered to understand these things, so he now knew nothing about battle qi.

However, in all things, understanding one leads to understanding many.

Whether it was magic, battle qi, or the Divine Dragon Art that Qi Bei cultivated, they were essentially the application of energy.

Energy could strengthen the body, attack, and defend; in the end, it was just a difference in application methods. However, due to differences in energy attributes and strength, their power was destined to vary greatly.

For mages, the attributes of the magic they cultivated depended entirely on their own magical talent attributes. If you had fire element magic talent, you could cultivate fire magic; if you had water element magic talent, you could cultivate water magic.

But warriors were different. Battle qi had no attribute distinctions; the essence of battle qi remaining in the human body was the same. However, through the methods of applying battle qi, it could be transformed in countless ways.

For example, common ones like the Frost Battle Qi Art or the Flame Battle Qi Art could imbue battle qi with ice-cold and flame attributes.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art, on the other hand, could manifest dragon-shaped battle qi, simulating the various attack forms of dragons, and its power was immense.

The dragons in this world were different from the dragon image in Qi Bei's left palm. They were somewhat like the dragons Qi Bei had seen in Western fantasy movies in his previous life, with wings and claws.

However, the dragons in this world were also at the top of the food chain, sacred and inviolable, existing beyond the ninth tier. They were aloof and disdained to mix with other creatures. Most people believed that true dragons did not exist.

Only some subspecies of dragons could occasionally be seen, such as Earth Dragons, Flying Dragons, and Ironclad Dragons. They resembled true dragons but were far inferior in strength, ranging from about sixth to ninth tier. With sufficient strength, they could be tamed and become magical pets.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art precisely simulated the attack forms of true dragons, no wonder it was classified as a Saint Grade battle qi art.

Qi Bei sat cross-legged and began to cultivate, forgetting himself and the world.

Faint wisps of light rose from the pages of the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art, and finally, the book turned to ash.