Chapter 351: She’s Not Like This in Private

“Do not leave seclusion. Cultivate with all your heart until you reach the Great Ascension Stage and protect the Nine Regions.”

That was what Bai Lu said to Jiang Huai.

When she said this, her white dress was like snow, her face cold and stern, her tone resolute.

All the women were present, and no one dared to refute her.

This matter was too correct. Who would dare to stand up and say they didn’t support such a great cause for the Five Provinces and the Dragon Race?

But Bai Lu clearly did not mean it.

After dismissing the other women, she secretly slipped into the place where Jiang Huai was in seclusion.

On a dark and windy night…

Strange swallowing sounds came from within Longyin Hall, rising and falling, swallowing and spitting.

The hall was unlit, only the faint glow of a Night-Luminescent Pearl.

Jiang Huai sat cross-legged on a Putuan, his robes half-open, holding a long, thin silver chain in his hand.

The chain was long, thin, and beautiful, ethereal. The other end was tied around Bai Lu’s neck.

She had transformed into her half-dragon form, her body still that of a young girl—slender and graceful, skin white as snow, a pair of white dragon horns on her head, and an elegant dragon tail trailing behind her on the ground.

But her neck was pulled by the chain, forcing her to lower her body, hands on the ground, almost crawling.

“Didn’t you tell me to cultivate well? Why did you come running in the dead of night?” Jiang Huai tugged at the chain in his hand.

Bai Lu’s long dragon neck was pulled forward.

She let out a muffled groan, unable to speak, only able to gently wrap her dragon tail around Jiang Huai’s ankle—her instinctive gesture of affection.

Looking down along her slender girlish body, there were several palm prints of varying depth on her buttocks, standing out starkly against her white skin like red plum blossoms in the snow.

Those had been left just now.

After a long while, Bai Lu finally let go and raised her head, gently rubbing her face against Jiang Huai’s hand, her seductive eyes like silk, the corners of her eyes red, whispering:

“I missed you too much, so I came to see you secretly tonight.”

“Your seclusion is long. Half a night won’t matter, and you have plenty of time in seclusion.”

Who would have thought that the White Dragon Clan leader, who was iron-hearted, cold and noble in front of everyone, who said “Even if I die, you must not leave seclusion,” was privately such a dragon, forever craving Jiang Huai’s reward.

The moment Bai Lu saw Jiang Huai looking down at her from on high, the blue light in her dragon eyes brightened a few degrees.

She lowered her head and gently kissed the palm of Jiang Huai’s hand with her lips, then shook her dragon tail.

“Hit me.”

Jiang Huai helplessly withdrew his hand.

“Haven’t I already hit you? Do you like it that much when I hit you?”

Bai Lu shook her head.

“I only like you hitting me in this kind of scene.”

In this ambiguous scene, with blood rushing and mutual desire, she accepted the lashes from the other side.

She wasn’t a pure masochist; it was born from love.

If she were beaten like this every day, where would her face be?

Jiang Huai asked, “Hit where?”

Bai Lu lifted her face.

That face was noble and cold, with brows and eyes like a painting. Her blue dragon eyes were clear to the bottom, her nose bridge high, her lips thin and rosy.

Even now, with her clothes disheveled, a chain around her neck, and kneeling on the ground, that face was still impeccably beautiful, like a cold moon, lovable.

Jiang Huai looked at this face and hesitated.

“This isn’t good, is it?” he said softly.

“It’s good,” Bai Lu said quietly.

Jiang Huai raised his hand.

That face was too beautiful, too beautiful for him to bear to use force.

He only lightly and symbolically slapped her twice.

Pa pa.

The sound was not loud, the force was light, and it landed on Bai Lu’s cheek without leaving even a red mark.

But Bai Lu’s delicate body trembled violently.

A sense of humiliation surged up, yet from within the humiliation, excitement was born.

She looked up at Jiang Huai, her blue eyes shimmering with moisture, her body trembling slightly, as if just a few more slaps from Jiang Huai would send her over the edge right there.

Jiang Huai looked at her like this and smiled bitterly in his heart.

This was the first time he had seen a woman so happy after being hit.

Bai Lu’s breathing quickened. She rubbed her face against Jiang Huai’s hand, and her dragon tail wrapped tighter around his ankle.

She raised her head, her lips slightly parted, and said in a coquettish voice, “Too light, you can…”

Before Bai Lu could finish, her dragon tail immediately stood up.

She quickly stood up, and under Jiang Huai’s puzzled gaze, she resumed her usual cold and noble demeanor and said coldly,

“I knew I shouldn’t have been so harsh; I should have let them queue.”

Suddenly, many light footsteps and murmuring came from outside the hall.

“Isn’t he in seclusion? Why are all of you here?” Qin Xuange’s voice carried a hint of guilt.

“Can you have some shame?”

Outside the hall, Qin Xuange was holding Ao Yao’s hand, standing at the entrance of Longyin Hall.

She had planned to bring Ao Yao to see Jiang Huai again and stay for half a night before leaving.

What could half a night possibly delay?

Besides, Ao Yao said she wanted to maintain her sword, so she reluctantly agreed.

Maintaining a sword is perfectly justified, hahahahaha.

But just as they arrived at the door, they saw two yellow figures.

Cang Jing and Cang Ling had also come. The sisters stood side by side—Cang Ling was grinning, while Cang Jing had a blank expression but red ears.

The four women met awkwardly at the door.

Outside the secret realm, they had all agreed to let Jiang Huai go into seclusion, in unison and with righteous words.

“Ahahahaha, you guys are here too,” Cang Ling said with a laugh.

“I came to see him, to check if he needs anything else for his seclusion.”

“In case he needs some materials, right, sister?”

Cang Jing shot her a glare and still said nothing.

Qin Xuange’s face remained calm, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She nodded.

“Yes, that’s exactly why Ao Yao and I came.”

“It was sudden, in case he lacks something.”

Ao Yao shrank behind Qin Xuange, hugging her short sword, her small face buried in the scabbard, only revealing a pair of emerald green eyes.

Just as the four dragons were gathered talking, a red light flashed across the sky.

Chihuang landed, holding a food box in her hand.

She wore a light red dress, with a touch of makeup on her face, looking both beautiful and naturally charming.

She saw the people standing at the door and was taken aback.

“Why are you all here?”

No one answered her.

Chihuang looked at the tightly shut hall door, then at the group, and muttered quietly,

“A bunch of bastards. When Bai Lu said to go into seclusion, why didn’t you say anything?”

“You made me afraid to raise objections, and now it turns out everyone sneaks here at midnight.”

When Chihuang saw Qin Xuange, her expression clearly turned sour, and Qin Xuange’s face also grew cold.

The two dragons each stood their ground, not looking at each other.

The moon stretched their shadows long, silver light spilling everywhere. The two dragons clearly had not reconciled and still bore grudges.

After the secret realm incident, Qin Xuange had no more conflict with Cang Ling and Cang Jing.

“Are you all going to stand here and meditate? Aren’t you going in?” Cang Ling pointed at the door, looking at the awkward Qin Xuange and Chihuang.

“Better go in soon.”

At this, Chihuang flicked her long hair and strode inside without hesitation, speaking with a rather proud tone.

“What’s the use of arriving early? Among the four of you, every last one of you—who has a token to Longyin Hall?”

With that, she showed her token, the gate slowly opened, and she stepped in first.