A Few Drops of Sincerity? A Few Drops of Scheming?

Qian Xunji smiled.

He knew that this Dragon Emperor had already accepted the outcome; no matter how much she resisted or how difficult she found it, she had no choice.

He did not hesitate any longer, stretching out his long arm to wrap it around Huang Tian's slender waist, pulling her full, soft body firmly into his embrace.

Huang Tian let out a gasp, instinctively trying to struggle, but those powerful arms held her fast. Immediately after, that breath carrying a scorching heat pressed down upon her.

"Mmph..."

The night deepened, and the lights in the luxury suite grew dim and ambiguous.

Her cold defenses were completely dismantled. The dragon race was inherently a species of extreme yang and vigor, with robust blood and energy; once that primitive instinct, suppressed for tens of thousands of years, was ignited, it was as unstoppable as a volcanic eruption.

Her initial half-hearted resistance quickly turned into fervent compliance.

Her skin glowed with an alluring peach hue, and fine beads of sweat shimmered under the dim light. In the depths of her passion, those exquisite dragon horns even emitted a hazy, ethereal halo.

The temperature in the room climbed steadily, heavy gasps and suppressed moans intertwined as the two completely crossed the boundaries of their species...

Early the next morning.

Golden sunlight filtered through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the messy, oversized waterbed.

Qian Xunji slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. Even the level ninety-nine soul power within his body seemed to have become more harmonious through this union of yin and yang. Leaning against the headboard, he exhaled a long breath of stale air and rubbed his slightly aching lower back.

Even with his formidable physique, which was at level ninety-nine and tempered by the Light and Dark Yin-Yang Eye, he felt a rare sense of exhaustion after the long-lasting battle of the previous night.

He turned his head slightly.

Huang Tian was curled up in the crook of his arm. The coldness and haughtiness from yesterday were gone from her face, replaced by a rare, tender charm and the lingering afterglow of passion.

Recalling how this female dragon had gone from half-hearted resistance to completely letting go of her restraints, and even using her terrifying dragon physique to take the initiative in her frantic demands, he couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, his finger gently hooking a strand of Huang Tian's silver hair.

The ancients did not deceive me; truly, the dragon nature is inherently lustful.

Qian Xunji sighed inwardly. Once the psychological shackles of this female dragon were broken, the wildness and craving in her bones were like a bottomless pit. It was fortunate that he had a solid foundation; otherwise, as a dignified Peerless Douluo, he feared he would have to lean against the wall to walk out today.

However, looking at the Beast God in his arms who had been thoroughly marked by him, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes.

Bodies and hearts bound, interests shared—how much was sincere? How much was calculation? Who could say?

This was his most important goal. As long as he held the information regarding those dragon resources, Huang Tian would never dare to easily tear their relationship apart.

Before long, Huang Tian slowly woke up and hurriedly wrapped her body tightly in the quilt. Her usually noble face was now so red it looked as if it might bleed. Recalling her complete loss of control before this man last night, and her frantic actions driven by dragon instinct to take the lead, she felt so ashamed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"D-don't ever do that again!" Huang Tian stammered, her silver dragon eyes darting around, not daring to look at the man beside her.

Qian Xunji chuckled. He naturally stretched out his arm, pulling Huang Tian—quilt and all—into his embrace. Resting his chin on her silver hair, he spoke in a tone that was both doting and teasing: "Alright, alright, I'll listen to my wife."

Hearing the word "wife," Huang Tian trembled all over. Although she gave a haughty cold snort, she did not break free from his embrace.

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

"We must hurry to organize our resources. I have already gathered the necessary information about this world, and afterward, we will return to the Inner World first. I need to report our progress to the Angel God King and see what the God Realm Committee arranges next."

Qian Xunji stroked Huang Tian's dragon horns and cautioned, "Also, to avoid unnecessary trouble, after we return, our current relationship must remain a secret. It must never be exposed before those God Kings. Do you understand?"

Huang Tian nodded silently; she knew the stakes. If the God Realm learned that Qian Xunji had married a soul beast, it would inevitably lead to suspicion and might even affect his God Trials.

"Let's split up," Qian Xunji arranged.

"You go to the Star Dou Forest or other places to collect 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 arms, not even caring that the quilt slipped and exposed her skin. Her dragon eyes went round with shock, and she stared at him in a fury: "You have a daughter in the human world?"

Qian Xunji looked at the female dragon who had instantly overturned the vinegar jar. A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he quickly raised his hands to explain:

"Cough, cough... Wife, listen to me! In this world, the Surface World, I do have a daughter in name. And in our world, the Inner World... I have a son..."

Huang Tian's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the light elements around her even emitted dangerous crackling sounds.

"Very well! So you have both a son and a daughter, do you? A perfect family, is that it?" Huang Tian gritted her teeth, the terrifying possessiveness of a female dragon erupting instantly.

"Since you have so much energy, then no one is leaving today!"

"Wait! I still have business to attend to... Mmph!"

For the next two hours, a tragic, one-sided suppression by the Dragon Rider was staged once again.

It wasn't until near noon that Qian Xunji finally pushed open the door with great difficulty. The dignified level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, the inheritor of the Angel God who held a Super Divine Artifact, was now leaning on the doorframe with one hand, walking out with unsteady steps.

What a disaster... Qian Xunji rubbed his aching lower back, wailing inwardly as he walked away.

The physical constitution of an eight-hundred-thousand-year-old dragon is just too abnormal; who can withstand that! I shouldn't have been so loose-lipped and brought it up...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of that Spider cocoon—A-Dong.

In truth, he had never actually met her. He had transmigrated into that cave, and the original owner had already passed away by then; therefore, as for feelings, he asked himself if he had any.

But he had inherited this body, the original owner's cultivation, talent, martial soul, and even a son from a transmigrator. He could not accept the benefits while rejecting the troubles brought about by the original owner's hatred and grudges.

Thinking of this, he understood: everything about Qian Xunji was his, and he was Qian Xunji!

As for A-Dong, he would see what her choice was when the time came. After A-Dong was resurrected, he would let her decide for herself.