Royal Court's Twin Prides, Qing Ruoli

They've definitely grown up.

These legs alone are much longer than before.

She now looks like a Human Race girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Thinking about it, Qin Wangchuan shook his head inwardly.

She's only sixteen or seventeen, yet she's already so dazzling.

If it continues for a few more years, who knows what kind of disastrous consequences it will become?

Dragon Scale remained silent.

But her two legs swayed gently in mid-air, the insteps drooping naturally, the arches of her feet curving into an alluring arc.

She was completely unaware of it.

But that undulating white, to onlookers, was truly terrifying.

As she swayed, Dragon Scale suddenly blinked, as if she had thought of something.

She then lowered her head, took a corner of her skirt, and tucked it towards his hand.

The meaning is obvious.

If it feels good, then touch it more.

With just that tug, the already short skirt rode up even higher.

Qin Wangchuan freed one hand and pressed her restless hand back down, then casually pulled her skirt down a little.

Whispered:

"If you keep pulling it up, you'll expose yourself."

Dragon Scale indeed stopped moving.

But she didn't let go; instead, she moved closer.

His forehead almost touched his chin.

"Ceremony."

The voice was very soft, as always, without any inflection.

"It's been so long, there hasn't been any..."

Qin Wangchuan was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

I see.

She handed me the dress, then asked for a hug—after going through all that trouble, she finally managed to win me over.

So that's what we were waiting for.

Having established a real relationship, Qin Wangchuan naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Good."

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Night."

Dragon Scale stared at him intently.

Those eyes, which were usually calm and unchanging, were now surprisingly bright, and an unconcealable joy gradually welled up from their depths.

The weight suddenly vanished in the next moment.

The figure transformed into a beam of white and blue light, circled him halfway, and then silently disappeared into his body.

A long black and gold robe draped down from his shoulders, its hem fluttering slightly, fitting him perfectly.

Qin Wangchuan closed his eyes and carefully sensed it.

"A long-lost feeling."

Deep in her heart, Dragon Scale also responded softly.

A long-awaited sense of completeness.

Although, it's just comfortable when there's no ceremony.

Just then...

A long roar exploded in the sky.

The sound was distant and clear, causing the Cloud Sea to surge and churn.

Look up.

A colossal phoenix, its wings spread wide, hovered in the clouds, nine Golden Flames cascading from its tail feathers, turning half the sky golden.

"That's Jiujiu."

Long Yue walked over at some point, followed his gaze, and spoke calmly.

"Nine-Flame Golden Crow, that little chick from before can now fly on its own."

Qin Wangchuan stared at that figure for a long time.

"You've grown so much!"

"Yes."

Long Yue withdrew her gaze.

"Not just it."

"Dragon Scale grows quickly too." Her tone was as businesslike as ever. "Dragons are inherently driven by desires. After the first time, their bodies will grow rapidly on their own."

"The more frequently rituals are performed, the faster one grows."

"I hope the Dragon Lord will take good care of me."

Qin Wangchuan: "..."

He turned his head and glanced at Long Yue with surprise.

How can this woman say such things so seriously?

A mischievous urge suddenly arose in my mind.

"Dragons are inherently driven by desires," he said slowly. "And what about you?"

"You want me to go to more trouble too?"

Long Yue raised her eyes and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I am the Dragon Lord's Dragon Servant."

"Of course, it will require the Dragon Lord's attention."

The word "extra effort" was emphasized heavily.

Qin Wangchuan choked.

Tsk.

This woman, when did she learn to joke around?

Once in the zone, Long Yue took out a Jade Slip from her sleeve, unfolded it, and began to report on her recent situation.

Time to get down to business.

Qin Wangchuan listened as he slowly walked forward.

The Golden Crow in the sky was still circling, letting out one long cry after another, before disappearing into the Cloud Sea.

As you walk further ahead, another figure stands there.

It was Ye Jianwei.

She stood by the roadside with her hands at her sides, and when she saw him approaching, she bowed respectfully.

"Young Master"

Everything is ready.

I was referring to that equipment room, of course.

He nodded.

It's finally about to begin.

The inspiration he had just received made Qin Wangchuan realize that the first thing he needed to forge was not the Ten Directions Profound Sword.

Rather, it is the Wheel of Fate.

The reason is quite simple.

Borrowing Strength requires the Wheel of Fate.

Only by harnessing the power of the future can we forge the strongest sword of our time!

Foreign Lands, Royal Court.

Xuanye sat idly in the hall, having been there for a long time.

Ever since I learned that Qin Wangchuan had gone into seclusion, life seemed to have lost its flavor.

He used to love watching people beg for mercy.

Especially for those whose bones are as hard as stone, as long as you bring their closest relatives and loved ones here and cut them piece by piece in front of them, their hard bones will eventually soften.

In the end, they would all kneel down and kowtow, using their clenched teeth to reluctantly call out "Lord Xuanye".

For this reason, he was willing to travel thousands of miles.

But now, I'm not even interested in that anymore.

Last month, his men brought in a man who refused to surrender, but he glanced at him, waved his hand, and had him dragged away.

It's pointless.

"What in this world can be more invigorating than a sworn enemy?"

Now that arch-enemy has gone into seclusion.

The entire world seemed to dim.

I'm so bored.

Footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a servant bowed as he entered, holding a Jade Slip high above his head.

"My lord, Royal Court decree."

Xuanye didn't even lift his eyelids.

With a flick of his finger, the Jade Slip flew over and unfolded on its own.

As his gaze swept over them, he let out a soft scoff.

"Go to the Three Thousand Provinces to find a High Antiquity artifact?"

"Another errand to run."

The imperial edict did not mention what the relics were.

It doesn't matter.

Since the order has been given, go and get it yourself.

Just as his fingertips were about to close the Jade Slip, suddenly...

His gaze lingered on the last line, and his expression became more serious.

There aren't many people who can make him shed that carefree attitude.

Lv Yingxin.

The other name is written on this edict.

--Mu Xuanyin.

It is known to all Alien Race.

The Royal Court split into two factions, with the left and right sides locked in a stalemate.

To the left is Lv Yingxin, the most beautiful woman with the most beautiful legs; to the right is Mu Xuanyin, the most stunning beauty.

The former has stunningly long legs, while the latter has an absolutely gorgeous face.

When the kings saw him, they all had to lower their heads.

The two stand side by side, checking and balancing each other, neither able to suppress the other.

Xuanye himself was on Mu Xuanyin's side.

No wonder this imperial edict fell upon him; he was most likely handpicked by Mu Xuanyin.

There was just one thing he couldn't understand.

I'm just going to pick something up.

This kind of task can be easily handled by any Royal Court.

Why would she need to personally intervene if not for herself?

Something's not right.

Xuanye picked up the imperial edict again and read it line by line from beginning to end.

Then he slowly squinted his eyes.

"The imperial edict states that the task is to retrieve something, but that may not be all."

"That Lord's personal trip to the Immortal Court must have other missions."

"Interesting."

(P. S.: Is this going to get a little risqué? I'm not sure what everyone thinks.)

Do you actually enjoy watching it?

Still don't like watching it?

Or perhaps it's because they're afraid that if I were to write it, I wouldn't be able to write the erotica well, nor the plot well.

So how's this writing now? I feel like there's nothing wrong with it, right?

I even thought we should add an extra spoonful of astringent flavor.