Chapter 348: Fight Over It!

“Move closer to me, sister! Why do you always lean to your side?” Cang Ling’s voice complained from within the body.

Cang Jing didn’t respond, only shifting her position to claim her own advantage.

This body appeared to be one entity, but Cang Ling had more perception over some areas, and Cang Jing over others.

The slender maiden’s form swayed erratically.

“Sister! Move a bit toward me!” Cang Ling shouted again, controlling the body to shake its head and sway.

Qin Xuange covered her face, unable to bear watching this body’s left-right struggle.

But no matter how the two hands fought, the waist never stopped.

That integrated body rose and fell, its rhythm growing faster.

Ao Yao was polishing her short sword nearby. She covered her mouth with a giggle and fanned the flames: “Hurry it up a bit, hurry it up. Any later and it’ll be too late!”

Jiang Huai’s body trembled. His breathing quickened, and his thighs tensed.

That quarreling, murmuring body finally stopped. It sat motionless, as if meditating in place.

“What’s wrong with you two? Get up?” Qin Xuange covered Jiang Huai’s eyes, puzzled. Wasn’t it already over?

Seeing the other party didn’t answer—just sat with eyes closed, refusing to rise—Qin Xuange tentatively asked again: “Do you want me to help you up? Can’t get up?”

Just moments ago, she had watched the two sisters rise and fall wildly, as if trying to break Jiang Huai’s thigh roots.

Now they were pretending they couldn’t get up?

“Sister! You cheated!”

A moment later, a yellow light flashed. The two dragons split apart, becoming Cang Jing and Cang Ling.

Cang Jing quickly materialized clothes and hurried to the side.

“Sister!” Cang Ling roared in frustration, unwilling to accept it, even letting out a dragon’s roar.

Cang Jing’s face showed a rare smug smile.

In a place Qin Xuange and Jiang Zhun couldn’t see, Cang Jing and Cang Ling had been struggling over something, which was why they sat motionless and couldn’t separate.

Cang Ling was one move behind, weaker than Cang Jing in this area, and ended up losing everything in one go.

After all her busy work, she hadn’t gained a single drop—it all went to Cang Jing.

When the two sisters shared a body, whoever had the upper hand could absorb more.

Cang Jing won. Cang Ling lost. Not a single drop gained, as if she hadn’t done anything at all.

“Sister! You’re too much! I’m not playing with you next time.” Cang Ling got up, moved to Jiang Huai’s leg, and shook her fist at Cang Jing.

Cang Jing had a smile on her pretty face as she walked over proudly, with a slight awkwardness in her stride.

She walked to Jiang Huai’s other leg and crouched down.

Cang Ling also crouched down. The two sisters, one on each side, each bit their fingertip and squeezed out essence blood.

The bright red drops of blood landed on Jiang Huai’s thigh, sliding along his skin.

Jiang Huai circulated his Yin-Yang Body, guiding the two drops of blood to penetrate into his skin.

Cang Ling drew first. Her fingertip traced lines on his leg, stroke by stroke, serious and slow.

Cang Jing added afterward, filling in her own mark on top of the lines her sister had drawn.

The two sisters’ hands occasionally touched, and Cang Ling would glare at her, but Cang Jing ignored her.

The pattern gradually took shape—a earthy-yellow flower, its petals thick and full, like the earth.

The moment the mark was completed, both Cang Jing and Cang Ling’s expressions changed. They abruptly stood up and retreated to the side.

They sensed the movement of the earth earlier than any other living being.

The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, a slow and powerful pulse coming from deep within the earth, like a heartbeat.

The sky was also changing. The clouds sped up in their flow, wind blew in from all directions, swirling over the grass.

Jiang Huai’s body gradually floated up, three feet off the ground, suspended in midair.

His eyes were tightly shut, his brow slightly furrowed. Spiritual energy swirled around him like a vortex, frantically sucking in all the surrounding heaven-and-earth spiritual energy.

The small world inside his body expanded rapidly. Mountains and rivers formed, the earth extended, the sky rose higher.

Grass and trees sprouted from the soil, rivers began to flow, and the sun and moon rotated overhead.

The Five Elements were complete. Yin and Yang were balanced. The small world was finally stable, becoming a true world.

The marks on Jiang Huai’s body began to heat up.

Black Dragon Mark, White Dragon Mark, Red Dragon Mark, Yellow Dragon Mark, Azure Dragon Mark—five-colored light surged out from within him, intertwining and condensing around him into a huge five-colored cocoon.

That cocoon was thick and dense, not a single ray of light could penetrate it, and no sound could escape.

His consciousness sank into a daze, no longer perceiving the outside world.

The women stood outside the cocoon, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Ao Yao suddenly got up, staring at the cocoon, and murmured: “What’s wrong with him? How…”

Qin Xuange frowned, reached out, and touched the cocoon’s wall. It was warm to the touch, soft, like skin.

When her hand pressed against it, she could feel something beating inside—like a heartbeat, or a pulse.

Cang Jing and Cang Ling also came closer. The two sisters exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.

“What is this?” Cang Ling asked.

“I don’t know.” Qin Xuange shook her head. “He has a Yin-Yang Body. No telling what commotion it will cause.”

Ao Yao slowly drew her short sword and tried to slash at the cocoon.

The blade passed across the wall; it only sank slightly before bouncing back, not even leaving a mark.

“How strange,” she muttered.

Qin Xuange thought for a moment, then said, “Wait.”

There was nothing to do but wait.

Immortal Realm. Hot spring.

Qin Qingyue’s palm was pressed against Wu Zhaohua’s back, her dragon essence pouring in endlessly.

From the moment Wu Zhaohua fell unconscious until she woke, she had barely stopped.

The spring water had been changed several times, and the spiritual energy had been nearly drained, yet Wu Zhaohua’s original source still showed no signs of being replenished.

“Forget it, Qin Qingyue.” Wu Zhaohua leaned against the pool’s edge, her hair disheveled, shaking her head.

“I’m done for. Stop wasting your dragon essence.” Her voice was very soft, weak and feeble.

A Celestial Immortal Body should be self-sustaining, but at this moment, her body was like a house full of drafts—no matter how much spiritual energy came in, it all leaked out.

Her face was pale, lips cracked, eyes slightly sunken. She looked extremely frail.

Qin Qingyue gritted her teeth and didn’t stop. She kept pouring in her own original source.

“There must be a way,” she said.

But replenishing a Celestial Immortal’s original source—how could it be easy?

Those immortal medicines that could repair original sources were each a priceless treasure of heaven and earth, rarely encountered.

They were trapped in this wasteland, short on resources.

Where could they find them? The immortal materials they had brought up from the Five Provinces couldn’t compare to those in the Immortal Realm.

Seeing that she refused to give up, Wu Zhaohua’s beautiful eyes flickered.

She several times seemed about to speak but stopped, and finally fell silent.

That face, though haggard, was still exquisitely beautiful, her features like a painting.

She just lacked a bit of her usual sharpness, replaced by a hint of vulnerability.

“Forget it,” Wu Zhaohua said again.

“No!” Qin Qingyue cut her off.

Just then, Qin Qingyue’s expression suddenly changed.

She abruptly looked down at her lower abdomen.

A huge fluctuation came through, traveling from the Five Provinces straight to the Immortal Realm—as if someone had violently yanked something on the other end.

“What’s wrong?” Sensing something amiss, Wu Zhaohua tilted her head to ask her.

Qin Qingyue didn’t answer.

She closed her eyes, activated her Black Dragon Origin, and drew that fluctuation into her body.

Then, a pure Yin-Yang power surged from the mark, flowing through her meridians—warm and vast, like the first warm breeze of early spring.

That wasn’t her own spiritual power; it had been transmitted from the Five Provinces side, carrying Jiang Huai’s aura.

Qin Qingyue took a deep breath, guided that Yin-Yang power to her palm, and then channeled it into Wu Zhaohua’s body.

Wu Zhaohua’s body shook. Her eyes snapped wide open.

The moment that Yin-Yang power entered her body, her “leaky” immortal body actually reacted.

The original source was slowly being repaired—very slowly, but it was indeed mending.

“This is…” She couldn’t believe it.

“Keep receiving.”

Qin Qingyue said, her voice calm, her dragon eyes sparkling.

“Someone has sent you a gift.”