How Much Sincerity? How Much Calculation?

Qian Xunji smiled.

He knew that this Dragon Emperor had accepted the outcome. No matter how unwilling or conflicted she was, she had no choice.

He hesitated no longer. Stretching out his long arm, he wrapped it around Huang Tian's slender waist and forcefully pulled her soft, curvaceous body into his embrace.

Huang Tian cried out in surprise and instinctively tried to struggle, but those powerful arms held her tightly in place. Then, breath carrying scorching heat pressed down upon her.

"Mm..."

As night deepened, the lights in the luxurious suite grew dim and suggestive.

Her icy defenses were completely stripped away. The Dragon Clan had always been a race of pure yang and unyielding strength, brimming with vitality. Once that primal instinct, suppressed for tens of thousands of years, was ignited, it became as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption.

What had begun as halfhearted resistance quickly turned into passionate reciprocation.

Her skin flushed with an alluring peach-blossom hue, fine beads of sweat glimmering beneath the dim lights. In the depths of her arousal, her exquisite dragon horns even gave off a faint, dreamy glow.

The room's temperature continued to rise. Heavy breathing intertwined with muffled moans as the two completely crossed the boundaries between their races...

The next morning.

Golden sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the rumpled, oversized waterbed.

Qian Xunji slowly opened his eyes, feeling utterly refreshed. Even the level ninety-nine Soul Power within him seemed to have grown more harmonious through that union of yin and yang. Leaning against the headboard, he exhaled a long breath and rubbed his slightly sore lower back.

Even with his powerful level ninety-nine body, tempered by the Light and Dark Yin-Yang Eye, he felt a trace of long-forgotten fatigue after last night's battle, which could only be called extraordinarily prolonged.

He turned his head slightly.

Huang Tian was curled up in the crook of his arm. The coldness and lofty pride she had worn yesterday were gone from her face, replaced by a rare tenderness and the lingering charm of springtime passion.

He recalled how this female dragon had gone from halfhearted resistance last night to completely casting aside her restraints, even relying on the Dragon Clan's terrifying physique to turn the tables and demand him without restraint.

Qian Xunji could not help but shake his head with a bitter smile, lightly hooking a strand of Huang Tian's silver hair around his finger.

"The ancients truly did not deceive us. Dragons really are... naturally lustful."

Qian Xunji sighed inwardly. Once this female dragon's mental shackles had been broken, the wildness and desire buried in her bones were like a bottomless pit. Fortunately, his foundation was solid. Otherwise, a dignified Peerless Douluo might have had to limp out while holding onto the wall today.

Still, as he looked at the Beast God in his arms, now thoroughly marked by him, satisfaction flashed through Qian Xunji's eyes.

Their bodies and hearts were bound together, their interests shared. How much was sincerity? How much was calculation? Who could say?

This had been his most important goal. As long as he held information about those Dragon Clan resources, Huang Tian would never dare turn against him lightly.

Before long, Huang Tian slowly woke up. She hurriedly wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, her usually noble face so red it seemed ready to bleed. Recalling how she had completely lost control before this man last night, even taking the initiative in a frenzy driven by Dragon Clan instinct, she was so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.

"Y-You're not allowed to do that again!" Huang Tian stammered, her silver dragon eyes darting everywhere as she did not dare look at the man beside her.

Qian Xunji laughed softly. He naturally stretched out his long arm, pulling both Huang Tian and her blanket into his embrace. Resting his chin against her silver hair, he said in an indulgent yet teasing tone, "All right, all right. I'll listen to my wife."

At the word "wife," Huang Tian trembled all over. Though she gave a haughty snort, she did not struggle free from his embrace.

"Let's talk business." Qian Xunji put away his playful mood,

"We need to hurry and organize the resources. I have already investigated the information on this world thoroughly. Afterward, we should return to the Inner World first and report our progress to the Angel God King. Then we'll see what the God Realm Committee plans to do next."

Qian Xunji stroked Huang Tian's dragon horn and cautioned, "Also, to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, we need to keep our current relationship secret after we return. We absolutely cannot let those God Kings find out. Understand?"

Huang Tian silently nodded. She understood the limits. If the God Realm learned that Qian Xunji had taken a soul beast as his wife, it would inevitably arouse all sorts of suspicions and might even affect his God Trial.

"Then let's split up." Qian Xunji arranged,

"You go to the Star Dou Forest or somewhere else and gather the rare minerals and heavenly treasures of this world.

"As for me... I need to go see my daughter in this world."

"What did you say?!"

Huang Tian suddenly broke free from Qian Xunji's embrace, not even caring as the blanket slipped down and exposed her. Her dragon eyes instantly widened in fury as she glared at him. "You already have a daughter in the human world?"

Seeing the female dragon instantly overturn the vinegar jar, a bead of cold sweat slid down Qian Xunji's forehead. He hurriedly raised both hands to explain:

"Ahem... Wife, listen to my explanation! In this world—the Surface World—I do indeed have a daughter in name. And in our world, the Inner World... I have a son..."

Huang Tian's face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot, and even the surrounding light elements let out dangerous crackling sounds.

"Wonderful! You have both a son and a daughter, do you? A perfect set of children, is that it?" Huang Tian gritted her teeth as the terrifying possessiveness of a female dragon erupted at once,

"Since you're so full of energy, then neither of us is leaving today!"

"Wait! I still have important matters to attend to... mm!"

Over the next two hours, another utterly inhuman scene of one-sided suppression by the dragon rider played out.

It was not until near noon that Qian Xunji managed to push open the door. A dignified level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, an Angel inheritor wielding a super divine artifact, emerged while bracing himself against the doorframe with one hand, his steps unsteady.

What a sin... Qian Xunji rubbed his aching lower back as he walked out, howling inwardly,

An eight-hundred-thousand-year-old Dragon Clan's physical prowess is too monstrous. Who could withstand that?! If I'd known, I wouldn't have stupidly brought it up...

Thinking of this, he could not help but think of that spider cocoon—A-Dong.

When it came down to it, he had never even met her. He had transmigrated into that cave, and the original owner had already died by then. So if it came to feelings, he had to admit that he did not have much.

But he had inherited this body, along with the original owner's cultivation, talent, martial soul, and even a transmigrator son. He could not accept them simply because they were beneficial, yet refuse the original owner's enemies, hatred, and troubles.

At that moment, he understood: everything Qian Xunji had was his, and he was Qian Xunji!

As for A-Dong, that would depend on her choice. Once A-Dong was revived, he would let her decide for herself.