Chapter 231: The Strange Writing Brush

“What do you want?! What are you doing?!”

“That is enough!”

Jiang Huai leaned against the door, turning his head to see Chi Lian crouching down.

She had somehow produced a jade brush, and his voice was tinted with annoyance.

What was the handle of that brush made of? Jiang Huai could not quite tell, but it seemed to be white jade.

However, he noticed the tip of the brush was unusual. It was a wavy, familiar shade of red.

It was not the color of cinnabar or pigment, but a red that shimmered with the luster of life, with countless strands gathered into a sharp point.

Driven by Chi Lian’s Lingli, the tip of the brush became smooth and suitable for writing.

“What is that thing?!” Jiang Huai could not help but ask.

Could it really be…?

Chi Lian’s pretty face flushed with a hint of shyness.

Holding the brush in her delicate hand, she said softly, “Didn’t the Main Wife say before that I needed a trim?”

“I trimmed myself when I went back, but I didn’t throw it away. I collected it, trimmed more recently, and gathered it all together to make this brush.”

The brush handle was crafted from white jade, and the tip was crimson, the same color as Chi Lian’s body.

“You… you…” Jiang Huai was shocked, momentarily speechless.

“What do you plan to do with that brush?”

Chi Lian tilted her head, her black hair cascading down.

Her expression was one of confusion. “To write, of course.”

“Husband Lord, do not move. I am going to start writing.”

With that, she began to use the brush to write on Jiang Huai’s body.

Chi Lian did not have many dirty words in her head, so she only wrote a few phrases:

‘Chi Lian’s exclusive property.’

‘Obedient husband.’

‘I like you.’

Chi Lian stared at these words, growing more excited the more she wrote. She blinked and then added another line:

‘Miss Chihuang cannot touch this.’

After finishing, she felt it was not enough, so she drew a small, slightly mocking emoji face beneath that line.

Jiang Huai felt the movement of the brush and the content of the words.

He finally could not hold back his annoyance. “I have nothing to do with her! Didn’t I already explain that to you?”

Why was she writing another woman’s name on him?

“I know,” Chi Lian said, her voice remaining gentle and full of mirth.

But immediately afterward, a soft *smack* sounded.

Her free hand slapped Jiang Huai’s butt, landing exactly on top of the old palm print, bringing a wave of numbing, slight pain.

“I just wanted to write it.”

Finally, Chi Lian seemed to have written to her heart’s content.

She stopped the brush and carefully examined her ‘masterpiece.’ Jiang Huai’s body was now covered in winding red script, a sight that left Chi Lian deeply satisfied.

“Are you satisfied now?” He looked down at his body, speaking coldly.

Jiang Huai really did not know what to say.

Qin Qingyue was not here, either.

If she knew about this, she would probably be beating her chest in regret, thinking she should have been even firmer with him from the start.

Chi Lian’s gaze finally fell back to the spot where the rosy palm print bloomed.

Her eyes shimmered like ripples on water as she leaned in and lowered her head once more.

Extremely slowly, with great force and sincerity, she pressed a complete, clear, and brightly colored red lip-print onto the center of the palm print, carrying the scorching heat of the Red Dragon Clan.

Only after doing all this did she stand up, satisfied. The jade brush had been put away at some unknown point.

She pressed close to Jiang Huai, who was covered in writing and standing stiff with helplessness.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, looked up with eyes burning with anticipation and possessiveness, and asked softly, “Husband Lord, in the future, these words will stay on your body just like this palm print and won’t fade easily — right, good husband?”

She asked gently, her voice full of expectation.

Jiang Huai looked at the beautiful face so close to his, filled with obsession and passion.

He felt the strange sensation of the cool ink on his skin and the fresh, hot lip-print.

He could only close his eyes in resignation and squeeze a muffled sound from his throat.

“Mmh.”

It was a silent acceptance of her unreasonable demand.

“But I can’t stay like this forever,” Jiang Huai said, regaining a bit of his reason.

It would not be good to carry these markings all the time. In fact, it would not be good for Chi Lian either.

Hearing this, Chi Lian tilted her head in thought. The fire in her eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by an “I am very reasonable” expression.

“I understand,” she said. “Husband Lord only needs to promise me that when you go to teach Miss Chihuang sword practice, you will leave these words on your body.”

“Anyway, they must be there during sword practice.”

That way, even if Jiang Huai had contact with the Miss, the words written on his body would be hers. It made her feel much better.

Seeing her overflowing jealousy, Jiang Huai felt both annoyed and amused. “I know, I know.”

Only then did Chi Lian break into a bright smile and pat Jiang Huai’s shoulder.

The next day, Jiang Huai appeared at the Training Field with a neutral expression, waiting for Chihuang’s arrival.

The platform was empty; the expected crimson figure had not appeared. However, a tall, upright figure in black was already waiting there.

Qin Xuange.

Today, she had changed into a suit of form-fitting Profound Armor that was easy to move in.

It clung to her tall, athletic frame, outlining smooth and powerful lines.

Her dark hair was tied into a high ponytail as usual, drawing a sharp arc behind her head as she turned.

Compared to her pale exhaustion of yesterday, her complexion was clearly much better today.

Her cheeks had some color, and her eyes had regained their usual sharpness and clarity.

Seeing Jiang Huai arrive, Qin Xuange immediately stood up, her Profound Armor clinking softly.

She stepped forward and gave Jiang Huai a solemn cupped-fist salute, her tone sincere.

“Young Lord Jiang, thank you for your medicinal pill.”

“I did not expect the effects to be so swift. After only one night of meditation, my damaged Original Source has mostly stabilized. Even the healing holy medicines of my Black Dragon Clan seem slightly inferior.” Her voice was filled with surprise and gratitude.

Jiang Huai’s gaze lingered on her for a moment after hearing her words.

This suit of Profound Armor made her long, upright figure look even more heroic.

Her cold expression, her brisk posture, and especially the clear jawline and straight bridge of her nose stood out.

Black dragon horns sat atop her head, and a dragon tail swayed behind her.

For a split second, she overlapped with a certain cold, solitary figure from his memory who also preferred black robes.

A flicker of trance-like and indescribably complex emotion crossed his heart, causing Jiang Huai to instinctively look away.

‘I miss you so much. I wonder how you are doing in the Immortal Realm,’ Jiang Huai said in his heart.

“It is nothing. No need for formalities,” he said softly.

The damage Qin Xuange suffered from using a Forbidden Technique affected the very foundation of her Cultivation.

His Yin-Yang Spiritual Power was balanced and peaceful, containing a primordial life force akin to the dawn of the world, making it exceptionally effective for repairing such damage.

He stood still and looked around, but Chihuang was still nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, a light flashed in Qin Xuange’s eyes.

She took a step forward, asking with a hint of eager anticipation, “Since Chihuang has not arrived, if Young Lord Jiang does not mind, why don’t I spar with you instead?”

Jiang Huai pondered for a moment before saying, “That works.”

He nodded and stepped toward the center of the platform. “Then come.”

He paused and added, “During the exchange, try to use as much of the Kill-Slaughter Sharp Metal unique to your Black Dragon Clan as possible.”

He wanted to experience the different powers of these Dragon Races more directly and understand why his own Yin-Yang True Qi could not simulate that killing intent.

Qin Xuange was slightly startled. She had not expected Jiang Huai to make such a request.

The Black Dragon’s killing intent was incomparably sharp, focused on conquest and destruction.

Those who fought her usually tried to avoid it; few people would actively ask to experience it.

However, she nodded and replied, “Alright!”

As soon as she spoke, her toes tapped the icy ground, and her figure leaped gracefully onto the platform.

With a wave of her hand, a pitch-black spear appeared in her palm.

The spear trembled, and an invisible, sharp Qi instantly spread out.

The air seemed to ring with the faint sound of clashing metal.

Jiang Huai slowly drew his sword. The blade lacked any glow.

As they were about to engage, he suddenly asked, “Among the younger generation of the Five Great Dragon Clans, besides Chihuang, what is your relationship with the other clans? Are there any you are familiar with or visit often?”

Could he trick the younger generation of all the Five Great Dragon Clans into coming here to help him practice?