Someone Is Going to Die

(Two-in-one)

She moved closer, her youthful face still flushed with a faint blush.

Then, his body stretched out again.

That soft, slender body, laden with fruit, pressed warmly against me.

Qin Wangchuan lowered his head and met the face so close to his.

In those otherwise emotionless golden eyes, a hint of... anticipation flickered at this moment?

After a moment of silence, he made his move decisively.

"This time, I'm going to make you scare me."

Even if I shrink, I won't let you go.

He said he would do what he said.

After a lot of trouble.

Dragon Scale shrank again, her full breasts gradually flattened, her long legs shortened inch by inch, and her waist changed from a breathtaking curve to a delicate slenderness.

The woman, who had been dazzlingly beautiful just moments before, quickly reverted to her delicate and frail appearance.

Qin Wangchuan not only did not stop, but instead pressed her closer into his arms, trapping her tightly.

A long time passed.

Dragon Scale was so soft in his arms that she couldn't even lift a finger.

Those wet, golden eyes blinked blankly, finally learning what it meant to beg for mercy.

Qin Wangchuan felt that it was enough, so he released her.

However, the silence lasted only a moment.

Dragon Scale, with an unspoken understanding between them, moved closer again, her body growing once more, stretching out into a mature and alluring curve.

It doesn't resemble True Dragon; rather, it's like a greedy cat.

Before long, the Secret Realm shrank again.

Unlike in the past, this time it doesn't seem to be due to something getting out of control.

An exaggerated, indescribable feeling swept over my entire body.

The dragon's eyes narrowed sharply, and its neck arched back to its maximum.

The dragon's back, like a taut bowstring, suddenly straightened, using all its strength to tightly seal the tremor and sound that were about to burst out of its throat.

The way his neck was taut was so exaggerated, like a giraffe stretching its entire life towards the sky, teetering on the edge of breaking.

It is delicate, graceful, and fragile, making you want to break it.

Qin Wangchuan subconsciously reached out and grasped that curved section, feeling the delicate pulse beneath it and its fragility on the verge of breaking.

The destruction caused by the shrinking of the Secret Realm is extremely terrifying, and even True Dragon Body would find it difficult to withstand.

Dazed, lost, bewildered.

Although it's hard to believe, the facts are undeniable.

Little True Dragon liked this feeling.

"A strange quirk." Qin Wangchuan didn't understand, but he respected it.

Fortunately, he gradually got used to the feeling.

Perhaps it's because of the dragon's blood, but once the fire within him is stirred up, it's very difficult to extinguish.

After another round of trouble, it was finally over.

Both of them fell into a deep sleep.

As they slept, the outer walls of the dragon egg began to thin, the Sacred Relic squeezing out its last bit of essence.

Following the instincts deep within her bloodline, the sleeping Dragon Scale transformed into streams of light, spontaneously attaching itself to the illusory dragon horns, Dragon Scale, claws, and tail on Qin Wangchuan's body.

The flowing light transforms into flesh and blood, and the ethereal form transforms into reality.

Beneath the Dragon Scale, it seems as if blood vessels are pulsating; where the dragon claws bend, real joints and tendons emerge; when the dragon tail stretches out, it brings forth the unique suppleness and warmth of flesh and blood.

The Immortal Body was ultimately too domineering; even the Primordial Dragon Blood could not reshape it.

Dragon blood may be powerful, but without a dragon's body as its foundation, it is like wildfire approaching an abyss—it has the power to burn the sky, but cannot ignite a single drop of cold water.

But--

The combination of Dragon Scale's Ancestral Dragon Physique and the power of the Taboo Divine Weapon filled this crucial gap.

More importantly, there was no longer any barrier between him and Dragon Scale, forming a perfect and flawless shared essence.

This unprecedented state can fully unleash the power of the Taboo Divine Weapon.

When the two are combined into one.

Qin Wangchuan was then able to enter the ranks of True Dragon in human form.

Throughout history, he is the only one who has been able to embark on such Dao Path.

Over time.

The transformation has entered its final stage.

The last wisp of free essence inside the dragon egg began to adhere to Qin Wangchuan's body, slowly spreading and then receding.

He eventually transformed into a cocoon, enveloping his entire being.

The cocoon gradually thickens, its patterns resembling the traces of the Dao, its aura like the primordial chaos.

The Primordial Ancient Dragon that vanished for Myriad Ages --

Soon, it will return to the world in this silent place.

It's the tenth day since Qin Wangchuan entered the dragon egg.

Deep within the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm, along a path hidden by Dense Forest, several figures moved silently forward.

Ye Jianwei walked ahead.

Her face was covered by a layer of plain white gauze, obscuring most of her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only her softly shaped jawline.

Although he cannot see, his senses are far more acute than those of ordinary people—he takes each step steadily and moves with the lightness of a person walking on flat ground.

Occasionally, when she listens intently to the sounds in the woods, the guqin she holds at an angle tilts slightly, causing the Silver Bell on her skirt and neck to tinkle softly, their clear, melodious sounds scattering in the wind.

The Young Master said he would wait for her at his base deep within the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm.

At this rate, it shouldn't take more than a few days.

Only...

Ye Jianwei turned his head, glancing at the silent figure following behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Yun Qingyao.

The Heavenly Mystery Yun Clan's hidden Wuwang Immortal Physique of Wuwang, which has been concealed for twenty years, is a member of the Young Master's maternal clan. She has been ordered to come to the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm for training and is entrusted to the Young Master's care.

But along the way-

It's too quiet.

Yun Qingyao just walked straight ahead.

A simple white Immortal Dress swayed gently with her steps, and a few strands of her dark hair were tied up with a hairpin.

Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her expression as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.

Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, her clothes brushing against the grass without picking up any dust—as if an invisible thread was guiding her forward, and she only needed to follow it, without asking why or looking at the scenery.

Like a wooden doll.

Ye Jianwei thought of Dragon Scale, who was beside the Young Master.

Dragon Scale showed little affection for outsiders, but she would show a hint of joy when she saw the Young Master.

But at least she'll be curious; she'll take a second look at flowers she's never seen before, and she'll prick up her ears when she hears strange noises.

But Yun Qingyao is different.

She had a small notebook in her hand.

Ye Jianwei had glimpsed it once—it neatly listed everything she needed to do on this trip: find Qin Wangchuan, enter the Ancient Dragon Minor Realm, obtain Dragon Qi, complete the trials, and return to the Yun Clan.

There is nothing else.

Yun Qingyao was neither curious, attentive, nor concerned about anything.

'The Wuwang Immortal Physique... so this is what it means to be devoid of emotion and desire.'

Ye Jianwei's fingertips unconsciously traced the strings of the zither in her arms, a faint bitter smile appearing on her lips beneath the light veil.

She recalled how she knelt before her mother's corpse many years ago—if the Young Master hadn't pulled her up, she might have already sunk into an even deeper quagmire.

Or perhaps they will become a walking corpse, equally devoid of any desire for the world.

'Young Master is my everything.'

'Who I am is entirely due to you, Young Master. Without you, I would not be who I am today.'

'And what about her? If one day she were to meet such a person, would a trace of warmth arise within her Wuwang Immortal Physique?'

The thought flashed by in an instant, before being gently dispelled by the sound of a wind chime.

Ye Jianwei shook his head, but instead of dispelling the distracting thoughts, the figure became even clearer in his mind.

The Young Master's smiling eyes.

When she was called "Jianwei," her voice had an alluring magnetism.

The hot breath blowing against the back of my neck as I pressed myself against the edge of the tatami mat.

These images made her ears burn and her steps quicken unconsciously.

I want to see him.

Once this thought became clear, it spread like wildfire, impossible to ignore or quell.

However, the figures behind them drew closer once more.

"Tsk."

All the enchanting illusions shattered and vanished with that barely audible tsk.

The strange blush on Ye Jianwei's face receded suddenly like a tide.

Then, the misty spring water in her eyes froze into ice in the blink of an eye.

'Before seeing the Young Master...'

'We need to crush these annoying bugs first.'

Her steps gradually regained their rhythm, and a Killing Intent rose within her.

--

Several miles behind Yun Qingyao and her group, several furtive figures were quietly following.

Hou Yanzhi, the Pavilion Master Years Tower.

His eyes were fixed on Yun Qingyao's back in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavier.

The girl is so beautiful.

She was stunningly beautiful and possessed an elegant and refined demeanor.

She wore Immortal Ascension Dress woven from moonlight, and as she walked, the hem of the dress rippled with a cool, ethereal light, like clouds gathering and dispersing, as if it might turn into the wind and vanish at any moment.

Her dark hair was loosely tied up with only an ice crystal hairpin.

When the wind blows, strands of hair brush against that pale, cold skin; when the wind stops, they cling to it intimately.

This unattainable, pure and ethereal beauty did not inspire awe in him; instead, it was like the strongest liquor, igniting a violent possessiveness within him.

"If she were mine..."

Hou Yanzhi was already fantasizing about grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his arms.

Her skirt brushed against the dust, and her icy skin warmed inch by inch under his palm.

That aloof face would eventually be tinged with crimson, and the ethereal sounds that flowed from his lips would eventually turn into his broken sobs.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil.

"Young Master..."

A maidservant approached from behind, looking at Hou Yanzhi with a troubled expression, "That's a member of the Imperial Clan Yun Clan..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hou Yanzhi suddenly turned around, grabbed her chin, and kissed her.

The kiss was urgent and intense, still burning with passion, and only ended when the maid's breathing became slightly erratic.

He brushed his fingertip across her moist lips and said slowly:

"Nonsense, with them making such a commotion at the door, how could I not know?"

When the Dragon Gate opened, the Yun Clan slammed their Flying Ship down, forcefully stopping everyone.

Hou Yanzhi watched as the woman, who resembled a goddess, descended from the Yun Clan's Flying Ship.

As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Yun Qingyao.

"It looks really hot outside." Hou Yanzhi licked his dry lips, a burning thought in his mind, "I just wonder... if it's this cold under the clothes too."

"Besides, what about the Imperial Clan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hearts of the maids behind him jumped.

Which of them wasn't once a proud and arrogant young lady? Which of them wasn't suppressed by the behemoth that is the Years Tower, ultimately forced to submit to this Pavilion Master and become a caged bird?

But that's the Imperial Clan.

Compared to the Imperial Clan that have dominated for Myriad Ages, what is the Years Tower...?

The gap between Immortal Power and Imperial Clan is like the gap between Quasi-Emperor and Great Emperor.

They're not even on the same level.

They didn't want to die.

Just as the maids were feeling uneasy, wondering how to dissuade him, Hou Yanzhi instead comforted them:

"Relax."

"My Young Master is very precious; I need to save it to enjoy you all. Why would I be so foolish as to try and break a rock with an egg?"

He paused, his gaze returning to the receding figures of the group in the distance, a barely perceptible glint of greed and calculation flashing in his eyes.

After staring at it for a long time, it was as if he had finally convinced himself, and he slowly looked away.

"Touch the Imperial Clan? I'm not that stupid."

"But... they can go their own way, and it's not illegal for me to take a look from afar, is it? The world is vast, who knows who I am?"

Hou Yanzhi watched the straight backs of the people walking forward, his eyes gleaming with increasing calculation.

"Judging by their clear-cut approach, they definitely know something." He narrowed his eyes, his voice barely concealing his excitement.

"Perhaps we can follow this lead to the True Dragon Clan's stronghold and seize a few Dragon Girl before anyone else."

Despite being the young master of the mansion, Hou Yanzhi wasn't entirely obsessed with erotic content.

He understood the principle that "it's better to have a full meal every day than one full meal."

Offending the Imperial Clan means certain death.

But following from a distance won't cause any problems.

Moreover, he specializes in cultivating the Divine Soul and has confidence in his Divine Sense.

The other party will absolutely not be able to detect it.

"Oh?"

Just then, Hou Yanzhi suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

The blind girl who was walking at the front of the Yun Clan's group mysteriously broke away from the group and walked down another path.

Such an unusual scene certainly didn't make him think he had simply taken the wrong turn; he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Intentional? To lure someone into a trap?"

After observing for a moment, Hou Yanzhi decided to follow the blind woman.

One reason was that he wanted to find someone who was alone so he could ask them questions.

Secondly, he was overcome by lust.

This blind woman may have a physical defect and a less refined demeanor, but her figure is in no way inferior to that one.

It could even be described as absolutely stunning!

Especially the accessories she wore.

"Wearing a white dress and with her eyes covered by a light veil, she looked aloof and otherworldly, yet she wore a jingling bell around her neck..."

"Since we can't have the big ones, we'll use you, the little maid, to vent our frustrations!"

A lewd glint flashed in his eyes; he was already imagining the scene of cracking her skull open later.

He waved to signal the maids behind him to stay put, then concealed his presence and, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey, silently stalked it forward.

However, despite his burning lust, Hou Yanzhi was not completely blinded by lust.

'This blind girl strayed from the group, her movements were abrupt; this is definitely a trap. The Yun Clan might be hiding nearby, waiting for me to take the bait.'

His mind raced, but his feet didn't stop.

'But this is a rare opportunity...'

'And I won't die.'

Knowing his temperament, his father gave him a Flesh Substitute Treasure that could make him die in someone else's place.

With this Law Treasure, as long as my identity isn't revealed, I can do whatever I want without any problem.

His gaze greedily swept over the slender figure ahead once more. Hou Yanzhi gritted his teeth, quickly took out a human skin mask from his storage Law Treasure, and covered his face.

Then, he took out a dusty old Daoist robe and put it on over it.

Although it looks ordinary, it is also a magical Law Treasure for concealing one's aura, completely masking one's presence.

Having done all this, he felt a little more at ease.

In this way, even if there is an ambush, it will not be traced back to my Years Tower.

As for this little maid..."

Hou Yanzhi cautiously scanned Ye Jianwei with his Divine Sense once again.

After confirming that the other party's aura Supreme Realm and that there were no hidden Dao Protector around, a cruel and confident smile appeared on his lips.

"A mere Thirteenth Realm- realm Supreme Being is two whole major realms below me."

He is now Heavenly Venerable of the Fourteenth Realm.

However, because there is a Supernatural Realm in between, it is two major realms higher.

With his last lingering concerns dispelled, Hou Yanzhi, now perfectly disguised, no longer hesitated and quickened his pace, closing the distance to his prey.

Ye Jianwei walked slowly, even deliberately slowing her pace, as if admiring the scenery of this ancient forest—even though she couldn't see anything.

The Silver Bell around her neck jingled crisply and rhythmically with her steps, echoing through the silent forest like an unintentional guide.

Hou Yanzhi was secretly delighted; the blind girl was indeed completely unsuspecting.

He got closer and closer, and could even see the faint outline of her nose under her White Veil, as well as her slender and delicate neck, accentuated by the bells.

'Almost there... just a little closer...'