Chapter 302: Little Jianjia

That sharp, crimson sword light grazed past Qin Xuange’s ear. The sword wind it carried severed a lock of her dark hair at her temple, which drifted down to the floor.

Qin Xuange’s expression changed slightly. The fierce killing intent within that sword energy was not feigned. Chihuang’s strike truly intended to take her life.

Her delicate form twisted violently. Her dragon tail swept out horizontally, using the momentum to pivot sideways, narrowly dodging this fatal strike unleashed at close range.

But the tea table behind her was not so fortunate.

Bang!

The tea table, unable to bear the strain, exploded amidst the residual waves of sword energy.

Wood splinters flew, fragments scattered.

That white porcelain lidded bowl was not spared either, shattering into several pieces, landing amidst the complete mess on the floor.

The entire table was smashed to pieces, a tragic sight, as if silently protesting this sudden outbreak of hostilities.

“You despicable dragon! You dare toy with me? Take this!”

Chihuang was so angry her chest heaved violently, that full, ample curve trembling with each breath.

The long sword in her hand continuously slashed towards Qin Xuange. Sword lights wove together, dense and impenetrable.

She seemed intent on smashing the entire room to pieces.

Qin Xuange swept her dragon tail, scattering the flying wood splinters.

A dark light flashed in her hand. A black-shafted spear was now in her grasp.

The spear shaft was slender, its tip gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

Her aura was imposing, a cold smile hanging at the corner of her mouth as she mocked mercilessly.

“Hmph.”

“What? Now you dare raise your hand against the Main Wife?”

She raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Weren’t you so well-versed in etiquette? Where’s your etiquette now?”

Her cultivation base already surpassed Chihuang’s, so she naturally had no fear of her opponent.

If she truly wanted to fight, she wouldn’t mind teaching Chihuang a lesson right now.

“Stop! Don’t fight!”

Jiang Huai hurriedly rushed between the two of them.

His left hand transformed into Yin, his right into Yang. Black and white spiritual power swirled around him, dividing Yin and Yang, forcibly separating the two.

The spiritual power rotated slowly like a Taiji diagram, blocking all of the two fierce auras.

“You have the nerve to show yourself?!”

Chihuang’s vision was obstructed, unable to see Qin Xuange on the other side, so she could only vent her anger at Jiang Huai.

She tightened her grip on the sword in her hand, shame and annoyance in her voice.

“You clearly knew it was her! And you just stood by watching me make a fool of myself?!”

“…You two are in cahoots!”

Her eyes reddened, her voice carrying a mix of grievance and mortified anger.

“Get out of my way!”

Jiang Huai let out a bitter laugh.

Behind him, Qin Xuange pointed her spear tip past Jiang Huai directly at Chihuang, scoffing.

“Jiang Huai, don’t bother with her. Step aside.”

Her tone was disdainful, deliberately drawing out the last syllable.

“After all, she can’t beat me. Let’s see what she’s capable of.”

She paused, then added another jab.

“Does getting angry help? Aren’t you still my defeated opponent?”

“You!”

Chihuang glared fiercely, those red dragon eyes seeming to burn with raging flames, dazzling and brilliant like rubies.

Crimson flames, blood-like, slowly ignited around her body. That was the essence of her origin burning, a sign of the Red Dragon Clan fighting with their lives on the line.

She gritted her teeth, speaking word by word.

“Then come and try! Let’s see who has the skill!”

Jiang Huai’s expression changed.

Chihuang’s posture looked like she was about to use a forbidden killing move to fight Qin Xuange to the death.

He abruptly turned his head, grabbing Qin Xuange’s spearhead and forcefully pressing it down.

He frowned, using Soul Transmission, his tone carrying obvious displeasure.

‘Haven’t you taken enough advantage of her? Must you keep chasing her down to insult her? Put the spear away!’

Qin Xuange frowned.

She tried to lift the spearhead but found it was firmly pressed down by Jiang Huai’s hand. Even when she used her Dragon Essence power, the spear shaft remained immovable.

She was secretly astonished.

She had now broken through to the Divine Transformation stage, her strength was incomparably greater than before.

Yet Jiang Huai before her was only at the Peak Nascent Soul Realm, yet he could prevent her from even pulling her spear out.

Back when she was at the half-step Soul Transformation stage, he had already managed to slightly surpass her with his Golden Core cultivation.

Now she had reached Divine Transformation, but he had already left her far behind.

She lifted her gaze, meeting Jiang Huai’s slightly angry eyes.

She paused, and in the end, gently pulled the spear back.

“Jiang Huai! Don’t stop her! Don’t you start arguing with me here.”

Chihuang couldn’t swallow the anger in her heart.

Her gaze was fixed dead on Qin Xuange. Her dark hair stirred without wind. The burning light in those crimson dragon eyes was dazzlingly brilliant, as if she wanted to devour the dragon before her alive.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Jiang Huai turned around and walked to Chihuang’s side.

He gently embraced her, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other hand deftly disarming the long sword from her grip.

He patted her back, stroke after stroke, gentle and rhythmic.

“My fault, it’s all my fault.”

“Let go of me!”

Chihuang struggled unwillingly, her voluptuous, delicate form writhing as she tried to break free from his embrace.

But the more she struggled, the more those round, perky peaks rubbed chaotically against him.

Her gaze, over Jiang Huai’s shoulder, remained fixed on Qin Xuange before her, as if she wanted to slice her to pieces with her eyes.

Detestable!

If this can be tolerated, what cannot? Being played for a fool was one thing, but to be labeled as a powerless, raging fool by the other party in front of her beloved? No matter how Chihuang thought about it, she couldn’t swallow this anger.

“Alright, alright.”

Jiang Huai leaned close to Chihuang’s ear, his voice pressed extremely low, making a promise.

“Next time, I’ll help you get back at her.”

Chihuang’s struggles gradually ceased.

She paused, gave a light humph, and turned her face away.

Those ruby-like eyes were no longer burning, but were now misted with a thin layer of moisture.

She complained in a low voice, her tone muffled and aggrieved.

“You’re not a good person either. You clearly knew everything, you just wouldn’t tell me, wanting to see me make a fool of myself.”

She sniffled.

“Next time I won’t come. You go find my Honored Master.”

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, her voice growing more urgent.

“After all, I came married together with my Honored Master. Whether you want me or not doesn’t matter.”

“You look down on me, that’s definitely what you think, right?”

She suddenly turned her head, those eyes staring directly at Jiang Huai.

“I just know that in your heart, I’m definitely not as important as Honored Master.”

“And definitely not as important as that despicable dragon who looks like Qin Qingyue. I’m just dispensable anyway.”

“When you came to propose back then, you actually didn’t like me. Otherwise, why would you have chosen Chi Lian? You actually look down on me from the bottom of your heart…”

“I like you.”

Jiang Huai hurriedly caught her hand, interrupting her.

Those hands were soft and slender. He looked at her seriously.

“How could I not like you? Let’s go outside to talk.”

Jiang Huai thought to himself: When in doubt, first separate the battlefields. Don’t let it become a chaotic melee.

He held her hand tightly, persuading.

“The situation back then was different. Don’t be angry.”

As he spoke, he tugged on Chihuang’s soft, small hand and walked out of the room.

Inside the room, Qin Xuange stood with her arms crossed, watching Jiang Huai lead Chihuang away.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Her dragon tail gave a light flick. She turned her head, deciding not to dwell on it.

Her gaze fell on the complete mess on the floor: the exploded tea table, scattered wood splinters, the bed curtains torn by sword energy.

She silently began tidying the room that had been thrown into disarray by the two of them.

Spiritual power surged, gathering the wood splinters and fragments on the floor to one side.

She walked to the bed, her gaze falling on the disheveled bedsheet.

There, a deep red area stood out starkly against the light-colored sheet.

Qin Xuange’s expression was complex.

She stared for a moment, then slowly reached out. Her dragon claw slightly curved. Rip! She cut out that piece of deep red fabric, held it in her hands, and looked down at it.

The texture was warm, carrying a certain indescribable aura.

Her gaze grew profound.

After a long while.

She tucked that piece of red cloth into her bosom, storing it away.

Then, expressionlessly, she began straightening the bedsheet, smoothing out the messy wrinkles, concealing the uneven marks.

“Such a messy relationship.”

She rubbed the spot where the red cloth was tucked, murmuring to herself.

Outside, Jiang Huai led Chihuang, walking swiftly.

They passed through the moon gate of the little courtyard, finally arriving at an open, deserted spot.

“Why did you drag me outside?”

Chihuang glanced sideways at Jiang Huai, her tone still carrying a trace of displeasure.

Jiang Huai didn’t answer.

He simply raised his hand.

In his palm, a white light flashed. A palace, small at first, grew from his palm, flying out.

The palace grew larger and larger, rising higher and higher, finally hovering in the sky above, blotting out the sun and casting a huge shadow.

The hall was majestic and imposing, layered and stacked, piercing straight into the clouds.

At the main entrance hung a massive plaque inscribed with three large characters: “Longyin Hall.”

The entire palace was imposing, solemn, and dignified, yet also carried a touch of the ethereal elegance unique to immortal abodes.

Chihuang looked up at this palace, stunned.

A tranquil cold pool, like a mirror, was set within a secluded valley surrounded by cold mountains.

The pool water was clear enough to see the bottom, yet radiated a bone-chilling cold.

Occasionally, a fallen leaf would drift down, landing on the water’s surface, rippling out faint, subtle circles, only to be frozen by the cold, solidifying on the icy surface.

Gurgle.

The water’s surface stirred with a faint, subtle fluctuation.

That fluctuation was extremely light and fine, as if something had moved gently at the bottom.

Splash!

A small white figure shot up violently from the depths of the cold pool!

It was a small white dragon.

Its entire body was snow-white, its scales fine and smooth like jade, gleaming with a warm luster under the sunlight.

Its form was only about three or four feet long, round and chubby. On its head grew a pair of small dragon horns, like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, still carrying a touch of tenderness.

A pair of dragon eyes were pale blue and bright, blinking with the innocence and curiosity unique to a child.

The little white dragon spun twice in the air, as if celebrating something.

The moment its small dragon body landed, it transformed into a girl carved from jade and molded from powder.

She looked to be only three or four years old, her figure petite and delicate.

She wore a small white dress that seemed to have appeared from nowhere, the hem barely covering her knees, revealing a section of white, tender calves like lotus root segments.

A pair of small white dragon horns protruded from the sides of her forehead, only as thick as a little finger, like two newly sprouted tender shoots, still carrying a slightly fuzzy texture.

She looked down at herself, at her own white, tender little hands, at the small white dress on her body, then reached up to touch the dragon horns on her head. She grinned, then quickly restrained it.

“No, wait. Where are my father and mother?”