Chapter 323: Green Dragon Short Sword

“I always thought those sisters were inseparable. How close could they really be?” Ao Yao wagged her tiny dragon tail, her porcelain-doll face full of confusion. “Turns out even they’re not that great.”

Her tail swayed gently behind her, shorter than other dragons’, covered in fine, dense turquoise scales.

Jiang Huai didn’t answer immediately.

Midair, he and Ao Yao flew side by side.

Below them stretched endless mountain ranges and scattered cottages.

In the distance, wisps of cooking smoke rose lazily, and occasionally a few small black dots moved across the ground—the “natives” of this illusion realm.

The sky was a gentle pale blue, with a few white clouds drifting idly.

Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the clouds, casting large patches of light and shadow on the ground.

Everything looked so real, so beautiful.

But Jiang Huai knew it was all fake.

“What are you thinking about?” Ao Yao tilted her head and leaned closer when he didn’t speak, her big emerald eyes blinking.

Po Huai withdrew his gaze and looked at her.

The morning breeze brushed past, stirring the stray hairs on her forehead.

He suddenly spoke: “Can you transform into a dragon and let me enjoy it?”

Ao Yao’s pretty face flushed red.

The blush came fast and fierce, spreading from her cheeks to her earlobes, even coloring her neck a faint pink.

She shot Po Huai a fierce glare with those big emerald eyes—a look of embarrassment, disbelief, and indescribable fluster.

“Enjoy what?!” she snapped, her voice sharp and piercing. “You really are a lecher!”

She subtly widened the distance, her small figure retreating a few steps in the air, hands crossed over her chest in a defensive posture.

“Do you have some kind of fetish for dragons? A dragon-seducing man, huh?”

As she spoke, she silently complained to herself: ‘This guy might really have some inexplicable obsession with dragons.’

‘Why does it feel like he wants to get intimate with dragons everywhere he goes? Now he’s not even letting the Yellow Dragon sisters off.’

The more she thought about it, the more absurd it became, and her little face grew more expressive.

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment.

Watching Ao Yao look so alarmed, he didn’t immediately understand what she meant.

Half a beat later, he realized and said helplessly, “I meant let me enjoy it while you’re in dragon form.”

He paused, then looked at her still-wary face and added, “In other words, ride on you.”

Ao Yao became even more alert at that.

She suddenly backed up several more steps, her short little legs kicking frantically in the air, like a little green dragon about to hiss.

“Human form is a no-go, so dragon form is obviously even more out of the question!” she said quickly, her voice fast and urgent. “Go find Cang Ling and Cang Jing! The two of them can let you enjoy it!”

As she spoke, she waved her hands vigorously.

Wei Huai looked at her earnest expression, her little face clearly saying “Don’t you dare get any ideas about me,” and finally couldn’t hold back.

He reached out and continued to ruffle her dark hair.

“Mmph!” Ao Yao struggled fiercely, twisting her small body in the air. “Wh-what are you—mmph!”

Jiang Huai explained, but his hands didn’t stop: “I didn’t mean that kind of enjoyment.”

“I meant you transform into an azure dragon, and I lie on your back to travel.”

He lightened his touch slightly: “Understand?”

“I like riding on dragons.”

Jiang Huai really did like it.

Back when Qin Qingyue was still around, he often sprawled freely on the black dragon’s back, letting his mind relax.

That broad spine, those warm scales, the breathing that rose and fell gently with flight—they were his most peaceful moments.

After Qin Qingyue left, there were still White Dew and Chi Lian.

The white dragon’s back was more slender, carrying a cool sensation during flight; the red dragon’s back was warmer, with warmth flowing beneath the scales.

Each had their own traits, their own feel.

Now, he had grown used to this feeling.

He just liked lying on a dragon’s back while traveling.

“What’s with that…” Ao Yao muttered, her voice much softer now, with an unidentifiable emotion.

She stopped struggling, just lowered her head, the blush still fresh on her little face, her earlobes still tinged pink.

“No, I won’t,” she said quietly, her voice soft and a bit weak. “I’m a noble dragon race; how could I casually be a travel tool…”

She peeked up, shot Jiang Huai a quick glance, then quickly looked down again: “But for you, though.”

“Given our current relationship as comrades, I can make an exception.”

A flash of cyan light!

Light surged from within her body, like tender spring sprouts, enveloping her entire person.

The light wasn’t glaring; it had a warm, smooth texture, as if one could feel the breath of life.

Her petite figure elongated and stretched within the light.

Her limbs transformed into slender dragon claws, her back arched into a graceful curve, and a long, thin dragon tail extended from her tailbone, swaying gently in the air.

She became a slender little azure dragon, scales shimmering with a lush green luster, delicate and cute, like a flowing piece of jade.

Her dragon head was small, her horns short and tender, carrying a hint of pride and embarrassment, as she slanted a glance at Jiang Huai.

“What are you staring at?!”

“Get on!”

Jiang Huai smiled, turned over, and leaped onto the dragon’s back.

The scales felt warm and smooth under his hands, with a faint warmth.

Very comfortable.

Different from Qin Qingyue’s domineering presence, different from White Dew’s coolness, different from Chi Lian’s warmth—this was a feeling of vibrant life.

The dragon tail flicked, and they shot forward like a streak of cyan light, flying into the distance.

Wind roared past their ears.

Wei Huai lay on the dragon’s back, watching the mountains and rivers rapidly recede below, and began to plan.

How could he help the two sisters separate from this state?

Cang Ling and Cang Jing’s “Shared Sensation” wasn’t a cultivation technique or a spell; it was an innate constitution.

It had already merged into their bloodline, into their origin, into every corner of their lives.

To separate it would be no different from remolding a person’s origin.

Did he have that ability?

No matter how he thought about it, Jiang Huai had no clue.

He closed his eyes, feeling the temperature of the dragon scales beneath him, feeling the rhythm of that petite body rising and falling slightly during flight.

He still couldn’t think of anything.

“Hey.”

Ao Yao’s voice suddenly rang out, interrupting his thoughts.

“My Azure Dragon Short Sword is still with you.”

“Hm?” Jiang Huai opened his eyes, reached for his waist, and found the cyan short sword quietly sheathed there, a faint light flowing along the blade.

He took the short sword out and weighed it in his palm.

The hilt felt warm and smooth, with a faint heat, as if holding…

He subconsciously glanced at the azure dragon beneath him, then quickly averted his eyes.

“It’s still with me,” he said.

“Do you want it back?”

Ao Yao was silent for a moment.

The wind whistled past their ears, and the mountains and rivers below raced backward.

She could feel the temperature of that short sword in his hand, the subtle touch when the hilt was rubbed.

That was her sword.

A sword connected to her by blood and spirit.

“What else?” she complained with embarrassment, her voice scattered by the wind. “You planning to keep it forever?”

Jiang Huai was about to hand it over.

“Forget it,” she suddenly said.

“Keep it with you for now.”

She paused, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance and resignation: “Maybe I’ll still need you to carry the sword and lead me out of here.”

Jiang Huai was taken aback and was about to speak.

“I’m telling you!” Ao Yao suddenly raised her voice. “Don’t do anything weird inside my sword sheath!”

“I can feel it anytime!”

Her dragon body tensed slightly: “If I sense anything strange, like… something flowing inside…”

“Don’t blame me for being rude!”

She waved her claws and bared her teeth, her tail thrashing fiercely behind her, stirring up a gust of wind.

Jiang Huai said in surprise, “What? Can that sword sheath be used for other things?”

He looked down at the short sword in his hand, then at the azure dragon beneath him.

“I thought this was just a technique. Could it be some kind of constitution?”

Ao Yao shot him a fierce glare!

Those emerald vertical pupils were full of shame and anger, her dragon scales trembling slightly: “Just mind your own business!”

With that, she flicked her tail and suddenly accelerated, as if trying to shake off something annoying behind her.

She shouldn’t have said anything.

Jiang Huai watched Ao Yao’s cute scales open and close as if from embarrassment, then reattached the short sword to his waist.

The hilt pressed against his clothes, faintly warm.