Touching Horns

Qin Wangchuan's mind stirred:

"Dragon Scale."

As the two words fell, the Dragon Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand.

The Dragon Pattern that had been dormant on his robes suddenly lit up, shining brightly!

The dragon's roar was clear and resonant, echoing throughout the universe.

Amidst the dazzling light, the power of the Dragon Scale merged perfectly with his.

A majestic phantom of Dragon Armor enveloped him, and the phantom of dragon horns on his forehead instantly solidified.

As the light swirled and the dragon's tail swayed, waves of energy rolled out, dispersing the clouds atop the mountain.

All the True Dragon below looked up, as if they saw an ancient dragon shadow that stood tall and upright.

Its perfect form and majestic aura have surpassed the scope of ordinary Ancestral Dragon, pointing directly to the origin at the beginning of Heaven-Opening.

"Ancient Dragon..."

An elderly Dragon Clan murmured to himself, tears welling in his eyes.

Long Yue took a deep breath, stepped forward, walked to the edge of the platform, faced the thousands of her people below, and her clear voice, infused with dragon power, resounded throughout the surrounding area:

Just as the ancient prophecy foretold!

"This sir not only possesses the Ancestral Dragon Physique, but also the Ancient Dragon Blood."

"Furthermore, he is the current Divine Son of the supreme Qin Clan!"

"It is the mandate of heaven, and our bloodline is the witness!"

"He will be the sole ruler of our race, leading us to Attack Heaven and rebuild the glory of the Dragon Clan!"

The roaring sound echoed in response from below, accompanied by a thunderous dragon's cry.

"Next,"

Long Yue's voice was slightly lowered, but still clear, "The coronation of the Dragon Servant will take place."

"Our fates as the ten of us, the Dragon Girl, were already sealed."

"After this ceremony, I will belong entirely to the Ancestral Dragon."

"For his wife; to offer her meager warmth, to continue the bloodline."

"To be a friend to others; to listen to unspoken words and to alleviate unexpressed worries."

"It serves as a weapon; wherever its edge points, nothing can withstand its might."

"To be his shield; whatever calamity may befall, it will first pass through me."

"In this life, in this world, this soul, this destiny, are all bound to the Dragon Lord."

"We'll be together through life and death, sharing our fate!"

The ten Dragon Girl swore an oath together, creating a grand and extraordinary spectacle.

Isn't this vow recitation supposed to be for a wedding ceremony?

And...

Wife?

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

I've never heard her mention it before.

However, judging from the manner and context, it seems more like a declaration of absolute loyalty than a conventional wedding ceremony.

He suppressed his doubts and continued to observe the ceremony.

After the reading was finished, Long Yue turned around and led the nine Dragon Girl behind her to kneel down in unison, facing Qin Wangchuan.

Ten stunningly beautiful Dragon Girl knelt before him; the sight was enough to stir the heart of anyone.

Not to mention they lowered their heads and stretched out the dragon horns on their heads, which symbolized their status and bloodline.

It presents an attitude of selfless dedication.

Even through the thin veil, Qin Wangchuan could almost see the blush rising on Long Yue's face, and even the tips of her crystalline dragon horns seemed to be tinged with a faint pink.

"Dragon Lord," Long Yue's voice was much softer than usual, with a slight tremor, "Please... stroke my horns."

Qin Wangchuan remembered hearing about it before.

Dragon horns should not be touched casually; it is an extremely intimate and special act.

But now it seems that this is a necessary part of the ritual?

He reached out, somewhat tentatively, and gently touched the cool, glassy tip of the dragon horn with his fingertips.

The initial impression was pretty much what I expected.

Slightly firm yet smooth, like glass or warm jade, it possesses a unique coolness.

"Um..."

Long Yue's delicate body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and a very soft groan escaped her throat, clearly indicating that she was extremely sensitive to the touch.

Her kneeling posture was still standard, but her back was noticeably more tense.

Since it was a sensitive area, Qin Wangchuan immediately withdrew his hand after touching it.

However, Long Yue remained kneeling on the spot, without getting up.

She raised her eyes, her shimmering eyes looking over through the veil, her gaze filled with determination and a hint of shy urging.

"Dragon Lord... please use both hands, harder, to touch... every corner."

Corner?

Qin Wangchuan hissed upon hearing this.

The word seems to carry a different meaning here?

Since it's a ceremony, then fine.

Without further hesitation, he took a step closer, stretched out both hands, one in each hand, and gently grasped the pair of glass dragon horns.

It feels smooth and warm to the touch, with a beautiful curve.

With a little force, my fingertips traced the outline of the dragon horn, starting from the delicate lines at the top and slowly moving downwards, stroking every inch of the horn until it reached the base.

Long Yue's breathing became noticeably rapid.

Her delicate body stopped trembling and instead became taut like a fully drawn bowstring, as if she were trying her best to endure some kind of intense impact.

As she touched him, she closed her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently, her cheeks flushed even more deeply beneath the veil, and a trace of moisture even seeped from the corners of her eyes.

Even so, the beautiful woman neither dodged nor spoke out to stop her.

They simply endured this public display of intimacy.

The dragons below erupted in uproar upon seeing this, and a suppressed murmur ensued.

But the whispers that floated up seemed a little off:

"Lord of Fate Warden... how dare you!"

"To publicly demand that the Dragon Lord stroke his horns... this is simply..."

'Isn't this part of the ritual?'

Qin Wangchuan still held the base of the dragon horn with both hands, feeling its peculiar texture and slight pulsation, and felt a little puzzled.

I must say, it really feels great to hold.

He looked down and his gaze met that of Long Yue, who was looking up at him.

In that instant when their eyes met—

On the back of Qin Wangchuan's hand, the ancient "Chuan" character mark suddenly shone with a soft yet clear light!

At the same time, on Longyue's white collarbone, a mark of the same size with the word "Chuan" appeared from the inside out.

It glows faintly, like a brand.

Immediately afterwards, the other nine kneeling Dragon Girl also had the River Character Mark light up on various parts of their bodies!

That is the supreme mark in the ancient covenant of the Dragon Clan, signifying the selection of a lifelong partner and the connection of their destinies.

The fate of the Dragon Girl was to serve the Ancestral Dragon.

The appearance of the mark signifies that they have officially acknowledged the person before them as the Ancestral Dragon.

But Qin Wangchuan had a question in his mind.

So, what is the necessary connection between touching the dragon's horns and this ritual?

The ceremony concluded in a subtle yet warm atmosphere.

The entire True Dragon Clan was filled with an exhilarating atmosphere of having found their leader.

After the crowd dispersed, Qin Wangchuan sat alone in the hall before he realized what had happened.

When he was browsing through the ancient books of the True Dragon Clan that recorded their customs, he came across an inconspicuous description:

"Some passionate Dragon Girl, at the crucial moment of establishing an eternal pact, will proactively request their partners to solemnly touch their dragon horns in front of their tribe..."

In other words...

The act of touching the dragon's horns is not entirely related to the ritual itself.

Was it purely Long Yue's own selfish motive, added under the guise of the ceremony?

No wonder he only touched her.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Seeing how aloof, dignified, and composed Fate Warden Long Yue usually appears, I never expected her to have such a fiery temper.

After uttering a sigh, he didn't think much of it.

The ceremony is complete, and the Dragon Lord has appeared.

Next, the entire True Dragon Clan, like a huge and sophisticated machine, began to operate efficiently in preparation for the relocation.

The goal is clear and ambitious.

The entire clan has moved to the Immortal Court!

The ancient palace was protected, the massive array was activated one by one, countless treasures and books were packed and loaded, and the young and strong True Dragon practiced their formations for soaring and guarding.

A storm is brewing, and the True Dragon Tribe will ride this wind to ascend straight to the highest heavens!

The day after the ceremony.

I glanced down at the piece of paper I had written down earlier, then looked up to see the relocation underway in the distance.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten someone.