Long Yue's Path

"Dragon Lord."

She stopped in front of Qin Wangchuan and bowed slightly.

"Explain."

"I would like to ask for your permission." Long Yue raised her eyes, the sunlight reflecting in her crystal-clear pupils, "To unite the various organizations in the Lower Realm."

Although the Patriarch had given his permission, Qin Wangchuan was ultimately the true master of those forces.

So, he still has to agree.

Qin Wangchuan did not answer immediately.

He tapped the table surface lightly with his fingertips, as if he were considering something.

He had considered the possibility of forming a united front.

The Spirit Stone of the Wen Dao Palace, the intelligence of the Xuantian Pavilion, the combat power of the Returnees, the Two Realms Court... let's not mention these; it's just a place that takes in pitiful people.

Aside from the Two Realms Court, all the forces outside of it are formidable. If they could unite as one, they could accomplish far more than they do now.

The problem is that he is overwhelmed with the task, and he doesn't have a suitable person under him to handle it.

Now, Long Yue has taken the initiative to bring it up...

"Which organizations?" he finally asked.

"The Wen Dao Palace, the Xuantian Pavilion, the Two Realms Court, Returnees."

"Scattered forces are ultimately limited." Long Yue paused, "If we can integrate them into a whole, sharing resources and intelligence, the efficiency will be several times higher."

She opened the document in her hand and handed it to Qin Wangchuan.

The document was covered with densely written plans, the handwriting neat and the logic clear.

It's clear that this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather a plan that had been carefully considered for a long time.

"I've already made preliminary plans."

"The Spirit Stone from the Wen Dao Palace can flow to the Two Realms Court and the Returnees, filling the gaps in their operations."

"The fighting power of those Returnees can solve many problems."

"And the Xuantian Pavilion's intelligence network can feed back into all forces, ensuring that every step is taken in the open."

Qin Wangchuan took the document and turned the pages one by one.

The plan is indeed detailed and clearly defines responsibilities.

He flipped through a few pages and figured it out; there was no need to read any further.

"It's not like you can't give it a try."

Qin Wangchuan placed the document on the table, tapping the cover lightly with his fingertips. "But I need to make myself clear."

The voice was not loud; it could even be described as calm.

But when he said those words, they carried an undeniable weight.

Long Yue listened with her head down, but she felt like she didn't hear anything.

I originally wanted to look him in the eyes.

But at some point, her gaze began to unconsciously droop downwards.

It landed on the corner of the table, on the cracks in the bricks on the ground, and on the fingertips of my own hand clenched in front of me.

It felt as if an invisible dragon claw had gently touched her forehead.

It made her unable to lift her head.

"I will consolidate these forces sooner or later."

"I'm letting you give it a try, but I'm not handing over the whole operation to you."

"You do it, I'll watch."

"Good performance will be rewarded. Poor performance—"

Qin Wangchuan didn't finish his sentence; he only glanced at her.

There was no threat, no warning, and not even any extra emotion in that glance.

But Long Yue understood: those forces weren't there for you to practice on.

You can do it boldly, but you'll have to bear the consequences yourself.

He won't make an exception for her just because she's his woman, nor will he show her any more leniency because of the nights they've spent together.

Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters.

In this respect, they are quite similar.

Long Yue's breath hitched slightly.

Even though the Dragon Lord hadn't said anything harsh, the oppressive feeling was still very real.

Is it submission to the Dragon Lord?

Or is it bloodline submission to bloodline?

She thought, maybe both.

Both body and spirit bowed their heads.

Beneath this awe, another indescribable feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart.

It felt like something was slowly fermenting, causing her chest to inexplicably feel hot.

"Long Yue understands."

His voice was a few decibels lower than usual, with a very slight tremor at the end.

Qin Wangchuan nodded in satisfaction.

"Go do it."

Long Yue nodded, put away the documents, and turned to leave.

"Etc."

She stopped and turned to look at him.

Qin Wangchuan looked the person in front of him up and down, his gaze sweeping over him inch by inch from bottom to top.

Dark black high heels, with slender heels, made the lines of her calves appear straight.

A long black dress with scales cascaded down from her waist; the scales were so fine they seemed woven together, yet they couldn't conceal the flowing curves beneath.

His gaze continued upwards, sweeping over her flat stomach.

It swept past the waist covered in black scales and finally landed on her chest.

It's not bad, but--

He casually remarked, "Don't you get tired of wearing this every day?"

The words had barely left his mouth when his gaze froze.

On the plump part of the chest, there is a vague outline of the word "Chuan", which is shining slightly.

Qin Wangchuan was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

I'm getting into the swing of things.

Indeed, dragons are inherently fierce.

Besides, it's been a long time since I've had that.

Long Yue also noticed the change in the mark.

She didn't speak, but stood there quietly, her eyes lowered, a blush creeping up her ears.

Qin Wangchuan looked at her for a moment, then extended his hand.

Long Yue understood and offered her hand, her fingertips falling into his palm.

Official business is done.

Now it's time for personal matters.

Qin Wangchuan took her hand and gently pulled it.

Long Yue leaned forward, her high heels clicking softly on the ground, and she nestled into his arms.

She tilted her head back, her eyelashes lowered, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke:

"Please, Dragon Lord... ride—"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

There was only the soft rustling of fabric and a short, sharp breath.

"Mmm~!"

First came chairs, then tables.

Then, we went to bed.

Long Yue lay face down on the bed, burying her face in the blankets, biting her lip tightly.

The long black dress with scales had already been removed and was scattered on the ground.

Her back was exposed, and several faint red marks were imprinted on her fair skin.

The movements behind him were sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to the space between her shoulder blades.

Long Yue trembled all over, biting the blanket harder, but still managed to let out a muffled groan.

After each act of pleasure...

She would tell herself: It's nothing special.

But every time the moment actually arrives, she still can't help but immerse herself in it.

Actions speak louder than words.

'Now, I'm really addicted.'

She whispered to herself, her mind drifting.

A sliver of clarity remained in his mind, as he pondered the words the Dragon Lord had just spoken.