Dragon Blood Energy Rampage, Qing Yanjing Helps Guide It~

Again?!

But judging by Meng Chen's reaction, it wasn't impossible.

Qing Yanjing immediately introduced three strands of Dragon Blood.

The instant the three strands of Dragon Blood fell into the medicinal liquid, Meng Chen let out a suppressed groan.

The three Golden Sun Python Markings shone brilliantly, seemingly resisting with all their might.

Meng Chen's breathing noticeably grew heavier, and the flush on his body deepened.

Qing Yanjing observed his condition and relaxed slightly.

This was probably close to Meng Chen's limit, wasn't it? He probably wouldn't ask for more.

Qing Yanjing breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to put away the glass bottle containing the Dragon Blood.

But just then, Meng Chen suddenly spoke. "Aunt Qing, add a little more. Put in another four strands. I think I can still hold on."

Qing Yanjing frowned. "No. You're already close to your limit. Any more, and I'm afraid you won't be able to endure it."

"I really can still hold on." Meng Chen gritted his teeth. Although the veins at his temples throbbed, he could clearly sense that he was just a tiny bit away from breaking through. Then, he could try devouring the Heavenly Flame!

That made it impossible for Meng Chen not to be greedy.

"But..."

Qing Yanjing still wanted to persuade him, but Meng Chen interrupted her and pleaded, "Aunt Qing!"

His handsome face, brimming with masculine vigor, forcibly squeezed out a wronged expression, making Qing Yanjing's heart tremble again.

Fine, she would do as Chen'er said!

Qing Yanjing ultimately softened. With a slight movement of her fingertips, four strands of Dragon Blood fell in.

The moment the four strands of Dragon Blood drifted into the medicinal broth, Meng Chen abruptly arched his back like a cooked shrimp!

A full ten strands of Dragon Blood—the suddenly surging energy even took dragon form, crashing about within the medicinal broth and making it boil even more fiercely, splashing out of the wooden tub.

Meng Chen gritted his teeth and absorbed it into his body. The terrifying power of Dragon Blood exploded within him, and waves of swelling, overfilled sensations came from inside his body.

"Chen'er!" Qing Yanjing's expression changed drastically as she moved to forcibly seal the rampaging Dragon Blood power inside him.

"Wait, I can still endure it!"

Meng Chen shouted hoarsely.

Damn!

Just a dragon from the Great Thousand World—I refuse to believe I can't handle you!

Meng Chen circulated the Taihao Imperial Dragon Body with all his strength, doing everything he could to suppress this Dragon Blood power.

He had a premonition that he was just a little short of complete success!

"Aunt Qing, another ten strands! Just a little more! I can feel it—the Dragon Python Markings are about to transform!"

"Have you gone mad?!" Qing Yanjing's voice finally carried anger.

"Aunt Qing, please!"

Meng Chen turned to look at her. Though his eyes were filled with bloody light, the stubbornness in them was still plain to see.

He could feel that although some Dragon Blood remained in his body, it was within his control, but it was not enough to push him to a new level.

And if he proceeded step by step, who knew how long it would take?

Take a gamble, and a bicycle could become a motorcycle.

He was only a little short. He would definitely finish it all in one go!

Qing Yanjing's plump crimson lips moved as though she wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out.

She gritted her teeth and flicked her finger. Ten strands of Dragon Blood entered the wooden tub.

Qing Yanjing chose to trust Meng Chen.

Boom!

Terrifying Dragon Blood power erupted. Meng Chen's body had become as red and bright as molten iron!

His blood vessels bulged prominently, clearly visible beneath his skin. Through Meng Chen's fair skin, the Dragon Blood power could vaguely be seen crashing about inside!

Qing Yanjing was startled. This was no good sign—it meant the energy in Meng Chen's body had completely gone out of control!

It already looked so terrifying to an outsider; Meng Chen himself found it even more unbearable.

He had never imagined that the remnants of the previous ten strands of Dragon Blood, which had originally been controllable, would also go wild after the new Dragon Blood was introduced!

Damn it, so you were all pretending to trick me just now?

Meng Chen gritted his teeth resentfully.

Dragon Blood: Didn't expect that, did you? This is my real attack pattern!

The Dragon Blood that had not yet been absorbed was like wild horses breaking free of their reins, galloping through Meng Chen's meridians.

The Conception Vessel, the Governing Vessel, the Kidney Meridian of Foot Shaoyin, the Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang...

Guanyuan, Qihai, Zhongji, Qugu, Mingmen, Baihui, Taixi, Dahe, Yongquan, Shenshu, Ciliao, Zhishi...

The Dragon Blood constantly stimulated these meridians and acupoints. Terrifying yang energy filled Meng Chen's body, carrying out a soft-body hardening project.

The scorching Dragon Blood even took control of his internal organs. The tearing pain made it difficult for Meng Chen to maintain even a cross-legged sitting posture.

"Aahhh!"

Meng Chen could not help crying out. He could even feel the Dragon Blood beginning to enter his brain, making him unable to control himself as his consciousness sank into a dazed state.

"Chen'er!"

Qing Yanjing could no longer care about anything else. Golden spiritual energy surged from her palm and pressed against Meng Chen from a distance, attempting to forcibly suppress the rampaging Dragon Blood.

But the energy gathered from True Dragon blood had already formed its own circulation within Meng Chen's body. That force was savage and violent; the instant Qing Yanjing's spiritual energy touched it, it was fiercely rebounded.

Qing Yanjing's expression completely darkened.

It was not that she could not forcibly suppress it, but Meng Chen was currently like a glass vessel being roasted over fire.

If she suddenly forced it down, it would be like pouring cold water over a glass vessel heated to an extreme temperature by flames, and the soft-body hardening project had already reached its peak.

If she forcibly suppressed it instead of using an appropriate cultivation art to guide it, the harmful effects on an adolescent like Meng Chen would be incalculable!

As it happened, Qing Yanjing knew a cultivation art called the Female Phoenix Subduing Dragon Art, which was perfectly suited to the current situation.

But... guiding it...

Qing Yanjing could not help hesitating.

Meng Chen only felt as if his whole body were about to burn apart. The Dragon Blood clamored in his mind, making him clutch at the only lifeline beside him.

"...Aunt Qing..."

At that moment, Meng Chen's voice sounded especially pitiful.

Qing Yanjing trembled all over. Meng Chen's call shattered the last of her hesitation.

He was a disciple she regarded as her own son!

To Meng Chen, she was practically his mother.

Qing Yanjing closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened them again, her bewitching purple eyes were filled with the resolve to stake everything on one throw.

The sound of the Female Phoenix Subduing Dragon Art operating was like silk slipping down. Qing Yanjing stepped forward with one foot, smooth and tender as mutton-fat jade, as though formed from snow, or tofu.

Above the sole were five neatly aligned toes, equally pure white. The difference was that the five round toenails were pink, like peach blossom petals.

Qing Yanjing bent down, her long, fair fingers gently supporting the back of Meng Chen's neck as she helped straighten his body.

She lowered her head to look at Meng Chen's pain-filled face, her gaze brimming with emotions too complex to put into words.

All those emotions ultimately turned into a sigh.

"You child... you just had to force me to this point."

Qing Yanjing's tone was filled with a mother's tenderness. She pressed herself against him and helped Meng Chen refine the Dragon Blood energy.

Meng Chen only felt as though he had gained outside support. In an instant, he became powerful beyond human measure, with endless energy flooding in from outside for him to draw upon.

Meng Chen condensed that power into a long spear, stabbing the Dragon Blood that had nearly squeezed him until he burst and making it cry out miserably.

Their positions were instantly reversed. Now Meng Chen suppressed the Dragon Blood so completely that it had no ability to fight back and could only passively allow him to refine it.

The first hour, they played cards.

The second hour, they played cards.

The third hour, they played cards.

By the fourth hour, Qing Yanjing could no longer understand the meaning of life, nor how many secrets existed among the myriad heavens and worlds.

Qing Yanjing, Qing Yanjing, were you really going to keep sinking like this? What about your ideal of helping Chen'er ascend to the Great Thousand World and cleanse it of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan? Had you forgotten it all?

The fifth hour, they played cards.