Chapter 345: Azure Dragon

“No… do you… understand… or not…”

Ao Yao’s voice came in fragments, with a trembling tone she couldn’t suppress.

Her pair of emerald green dragon eyes shimmered with watery light, the corners flushed with a passionate crimson, and tiny teardrops hung on her lashes, glistening in the sunlight.

“What do you mean… a little bit?!”

Her small cyan dragon claws transformed, her fingertips sharpening, covered in a thin layer of cyan scales, gently scratching on Jiang Huai’s face, leaving faint traces like a kitten’s paw prints, her cries soft and sticky.

Jiang Huai looked down at Ao Yao, at her shimmering, watery green eyes, at her slightly parted, moist trembling lips.

The Azure Dragon clan’s delicate body was truly petite.

So small that Jiang Huai felt he hadn’t even entered much, and then…

In this matriarchal world, it was really very rare.

Most cultivators, not to mention those like Qin Qingyue who were tall and slender, or the Red Dragon clan who were voluptuous and graceful, would not be this petite.

Moreover, most human cultivators could improve their body type through cultivation combined with pills.

The Azure Dragon clan, on the contrary, because of transformation restrictions, could not change their physique.

No wonder I’ve heard before that the dragon ladies of the Azure Dragon clan had no charm; everyone preferred those with relatively fuller figures.

Jiang Huai applied a little force.

His hands didn’t even touch Ao Yao, yet he actually lifted her up standing!

Ao Yao hung in midair, her arms wrapped around his neck, her whole body like a lifted kitten.

Her dragon claws dug tightly into his back, her nails almost embedding into his flesh.

She bared her teeth, her small face scrunched up, and said with shame and annoyance, “You’re bullying a dragon!”

“I knew you’d do this!”

She complained incessantly, but was powerless to resist, only able to show her claws in threat.

Not far away.

Qin Xuan’ge, Cang Jing, and Cang Ling were sitting side by side.

They had their backs to Jiang Huai, pretending not to notice the commotion, quietly looking up at the sky.

“The sky is really blue,” Qin Xuan’ge said as she looked up, her gaze falling on a white cloud at the edge of the sky, watching it slowly move and change shape in the wind.

“It is quite pretty. The clouds are also pretty,” Cang Jing said lightly as she looked up. But the blush on her face revealed that her mood was not calm.

Cang Ling didn’t speak.

She just looked at the sky, a slight curve at the corner of her mouth.

In this world, besides the few of them, no other living beings had yet been born.

So much so that Jiang Huai and Ao Yao could freely engage in an open-air duel, galloping across the grass without any restraint.

No outsiders, no onlookers, nothing to worry about.

Only the wind.

Only the sunlight.

Only the grass.

“I want to join them,” Cang Ling suddenly spoke.

Her beautiful eyes were bright, those amber eyes flashing with excitement, as she said, shocking to the end.

“What?!” Cang Jing turned her head to ask, full of disbelief.

Cang Ling stood up, casually saying, “Haven’t we already married?”

The movement was very natural, very casual. She placed her hand on her belt, smilingly looked at Cang Jing, her bright face full of eager excitement.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“Don’t you think, sister, that this fits our Yellow Dragon clan’s nature?”

Cang Jing turned her head away and said coldly, “No, I don’t.”

“Not at all.”

“Really don’t think so?” Cang Ling asked with a smile, but her hands didn’t stop.

In no time at all, she had nothing on her body.

The sunlight fell on her, revealing her healthy wheat-colored skin and the muscle lines of perfect curves.

Shoulders broad but not wide, waist thin but strong, limbs long and slender, every inch of line full of a sense of power.

It was a beauty belonging to body cultivation, tempered by countless refinements, full of explosive power.

Not the voluptuous, mature charm of the Red Dragon, not the tall, sharp gallantry of the Black Dragon, but a pure, primal power like the earth itself.

She lay on the grass.

Stretching lazily.

That movement was very relaxed, very comfortable, like a little dragon sunbathing.

She closed her eyes, feeling the temperature of the sunlight on her body, feeling the sensation of the wind brushing against her skin, feeling the softness of the grass blades gently swaying beneath her.

She enjoyed the sunlight comfortably, murmuring, “The Yellow Dragon clan should be so unrestrained!”

“I’ve wanted this for a long time!”

Qin Xuan’ge shifted her shapely hips, moving a bit farther from Cang Ling.

She looked sideways, those crimson dragon eyes filled with complex emotions—disdain, helplessness.

As a proud and noble Black Dragon clan member, she simply couldn’t bear to look at such behavior.

Maybe the split was right.

Now she felt that the Black Dragon clan was indeed a bit more noble; at least they wouldn’t think of lying on the grass like this.

On the other side.

Jiang Huai gently lifted Ao Yao.

Her body was light and small, held in his hands like a little bird.

“Leave a mark for me.”

“The Azure Dragon mark.”

Ao Yao looked and said angrily, “What mark? Look, there’s already marks everywhere!”

“Where should I leave it?”

“I was just about to ask you. Which clan’s dragon left this? How is there one here too?” Her voice carried a hint of displeasure, a hint of jealousy.

Jiang Huai explained a bit sheepishly, “This was left by Wu Zhaohua. At the time I didn’t understand cultivation, so she got me.”

Ao Yao looked up and down, and found that the places she wanted to mark were all occupied by others.

Lower abdomen had the Black Dragon’s, lower back had the Red Dragon’s, tailbone had the White Dragon’s, and there was Wu Zhaohua’s spot.

“Then I’ll tattoo it on your face!” she said discontentedly.

“No, no, not on the face,” Jiang Huai quickly shook his head.

What a joke? If tattooed on his face, how could he show himself to people?

In the end, Ao Yao chose the thigh position—the inner side, which hadn’t been occupied by other marks.

She bit her fingertip, forced out a drop of essence blood. The blood bead was bright red with a hint of faint cyan, shimmering with a faint luster in the sunlight.

With Jiang Huai’s help, her fingertip pressed against his thigh, tracing stroke by stroke.

With Ao Yao’s cultivation, it was naturally difficult to complete a mark alone, so Jiang Huai used Yin-Yang power to assist.

The mark gradually took shape.

It was a cyan petal, slender and soft, like a tender bud in early spring.

It glowed with a warm luster in the sunlight, complementing the surrounding marks, barely leaving a trace of the Azure Dragon.

“Are they done?” Cang Ling popped up excitedly, lying on the grass, her amber eyes full of curiosity.

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Immortal Realm.

Deep in the wasteland.

Qin Qingyue carried Wu Zhaohua on her back, walking for a long time.

She didn’t know how far she had walked, nor where she should go.

She just went by feeling, walking step by step toward some direction.

The gray-brown ground underfoot gradually became moist, and a hint of water vapor began to appear in the air.

She looked up. Ahead, there was a hot spring.