Her Conviction Would Not Change Because of Outsiders

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan raised his hand to take a look.

As expected, the mark with the word "Chuan" on the back of his hand also lit up, as if it had received some kind of resonance.

As she lowered her head again, the mark on Dragon Scale's lower abdomen lit up.

"They can also steal the mark."

"Of course you can, but you don't usually do that."

"During the robbery, your partner cannot participate, but his partner can assist—and the Dragon Girl is stronger than the Dragon Son."

In other words, you have to fight for it yourself.

The problem is, he can't beat them on his own.

Qin Wangchuan nodded knowingly.

The ingrained competitive spirit... this scene seems familiar.

Qin Wangchuan had witnessed a similar scene in the inherited memories that Dragon Scale had previously shared.

In the outside world, competition often involves direct contests of strength, wealth, and power.

Here, this imprint concerning companionship and sovereignty has become an implicit standard for measuring individual charm and strength.

That's normal, though.

In the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Girl's strength has always surpassed that of the Dragon Son, representing a significant lead.

Therefore, demonstrating one's status by showcasing the strength of their partners becomes another way to flaunt one's power.

Just as he was thinking this, Qin Wangchuan suddenly felt a tightness in his hand.

Dragon Scale rubbed his sleeve with the dragon horns on her little head.

Like a kitten, it looks rather cute.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Dragon Scale's little head, then casually scratched her dragon horns.

"Mmm..." Dragon Scale immediately let out a comfortable groan, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and her whole face relaxed, as if this was the most enjoyable thing in the world.

For some reason, ever since entering this Ancient Dragon Minor Realm, Dragon Scale has especially enjoyed having Qin Wangchuan stroke her dragon horns.

Perhaps the environment here stimulated her growth instincts?

Is the dragon's horn itchy because it's developing?

Qin Wangchuan didn't know much about the physiological habits of the Dragon Clan, so he could only guess.

However, when he stroked the dragon horns of the Dragon Scale.

Long Yue, who had maintained a cool and aloof expression, and some True Dragon who were secretly watching from afar, couldn't help but reveal a hint of suppressed amusement on their faces.

His eyes held a knowing look and a hint of... indescribable ambiguity?

Qin Wangchuan was unaware that the gazes of those around him had changed.

Honestly, the Dragon Scale on Longxiao felt warm and smooth to the touch, with a slight coolness.

It does feel nice to the touch, somewhat like fine warm jade.

Thinking of this, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Long Yue beside him.

The dragon horns of this Sacred Heir Fate Warden completely different from those of the Dragon Scale.

They are more slender and crystal clear, as if carved from the finest ice glass, shimmering with a faint iridescent light, beautiful and awe-inspiring, carrying an inviolable nobility.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze lingered for a moment on those magnificent dragon horns.

A question suddenly popped into my mind--

These dragon horns look like ice crystals...

What would it feel like to touch?

The thought flashed through my mind, driven by pure curiosity.

He almost instinctively raised his hand towards Long Yue's forehead.

Long Yue's body stiffened visibly, and almost instinctively leaned back slightly to avoid his outstretched hand.

A flicker of surprise and panic flashed in those vertical, glassy pupils.

That instant.

Not only Long Yue, but even the young Dragon Son who were quietly watching from below the corridor all showed surprise on their faces.

My heart was in my throat.

When Qin Wangchuan's hand finally missed, all the Dragon Heart a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, we didn't run into any.

I knew it! This is the Lord of Fate Warden.

How could he possibly allow a mere Human Race to touch his dragon horns?

Long Yue knew that Qin Wangchuan had not meant to offend, but was simply unfamiliar with the customs and etiquette of the Dragon Clan.

She hesitated for a moment, then took half a step forward and whispered a reminder in a voice only the two of them could hear, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment:

"Young Master Qin, the dragon horns of our True Dragon Clan are... an extremely sensitive and important feature."

"Apart from a contractual partner, even close relatives may not touch it casually."

As he spoke, he realized that his explanation was not clear enough.

Long Yue bit her lower lip, glanced at a certain part of Qin Wangchuan, and then added in an even softer voice:

"Its significance... is equivalent to the private parts of your Human Race."

That's all I have to say; there's no need to elaborate further.

Qin Wangchuan remained expressionless and withdrew his hand with utmost naturalness.

"I see." He nodded calmly, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains.

He thought to himself: You True Dragon Clan have so many rules.

Time passed day by day.

Above the soaring eaves of the Ancient Dragon Hall.

Qin Wangchuan sat casually, flipping through a book that recorded the ancient customs of the True Dragon Clan.

Dragon Scale was curled up on his lap, her head resting on his thigh, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

During this period of time.

Besides waiting for the dragon egg to be unsealed, Qin Wangchuan also read through the history and customs records of the True Dragon Clan, which greatly enhanced his understanding.

For example, the True Dragon Clan does indeed regard dragon horns as an extremely important and private part of their body, similar to secondary sexual characteristics in Human Race.

It's very sensitive; it feels very comfortable to touch.

Touching is strictly limited, but not entirely forbidden.

In certain specific situations.

For example, in the ceremony of concluding a contract, or in extremely intimate and private moments, touching can even be an act that deepens the bond.

Some passionate Dragon Girl will even ask their partners to touch their dragon horns in front of others when making a pact.

This serves as the most straightforward and glorious declaration of sovereignty.

Besides.

Some Dragon Girl maidens' horns undergo unpredictable transformations after their first sexual encounter.

That's quite interesting.

The more you understand, the more you can perceive the power of the True Dragon Clan.

This ancient and powerful race still adheres to those seemingly absurd ancient laws.

It is these deeply ingrained traditions that constitute their unique and interesting way of life.

Such a race, if as a whole incorporated into the Qin Clan, should not be forcibly assimilated or altered.

Their sharpness and pride should be preserved, allowing them to become unique blades rather than ritual objects with their edges smoothed out.

'Perhaps we could ask our Old Ancestor to intervene and, following the example of the Longevity Heaven, create a Small World within the Qin Clan's sphere of influence suitable for the Dragon Clan to inhabit...'

Qin Wangchuan pondered the future in his heart.

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly.

A graceful figure was slowly walking along the roof ridge.

The delicate, scaly skirt hugged her full, undulating curves, her waist cinched extremely thin, and the hem swayed gently in the night breeze, vaguely revealing the long, straight legs beneath.

The moonlight slanted down, turning the pair of crystalline dragon horns on her forehead into a deep blue.

It was Long Yue.

Qin Wangchuan glanced at her and thought that Long Yue was indeed breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.

But he didn't say much, and his gaze returned to the ancient book in his hands.

Long Yue stopped a few steps behind Qin Wangchuan, stared at his back in silence for a moment, and then spoke in a calm, businesslike tone:

"The seal on the Sacred Relic will be completely lifted tomorrow."

His tone was flat, and there was little of the special respect one would expect from the Qin Clan Divine Son.

As he spoke, he took out a thick blanket woven with Dragon Pattern from his storage Law Treasure and slowly walked forward.

A night breeze swept across the rooftops, carrying the coolness of the distant mountains and vegetation.

The girl knelt down beside Qin Wangchuan, gently unfolding the blanket and carefully covering Dragon Scale's body.

She lowered her eyes, her fingertips tucking the corners of the blanket tightly around her delicate body, wrapping it up completely so that not a single night breeze could seep in.

--But he wasn't even left a corner of the blanket.

Qin Wangchuan watched this scene with his eyes lowered, not bothered by it, but rather relieved.

In her eyes, the Ancestral Dragon was not a cold tool, but a being she genuinely loved and wanted to protect.

This realization brought him a slight sense of relief.

After a moment of silence, Qin Wangchuan suddenly looked up at Long Yue and asked:

What does it feel like to be destined to be born for another person?

"Many dragons don't understand." Long Yue's fingers paused on the edge of the blanket on Dragon Scale's shoulder, and after a moment of silence, she raised her eyes. "You want to persuade me too?"

"I advise you, how could that be?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Dragon Scale's sleeping profile.

Everyone has the right to make their own choices. If you think it's right, then do it.

"I'm just... a little curious."