485: Unlike me! I only feel sorry for Giegie.

A blazing stream of light tore through the tranquility of Luoxia Peak, landing precisely within Yao Delong's courtyard on Luoxia Peak.

"Awoo—!"

Before the stream of light had fully dissipated, a snowy white shadow with icy blue scales, carrying the whistling chill of wind and snow and astonishing leaping power, pounced toward Yao Delong's chest like lightning!

Bang!

Yao Delong had just landed and hadn't even steadied himself before he was caught in a full embrace by this heavy, cold little creature with resilient, hard scales!

Its tiny head was buried right between his lapels, its cold scales pressing against his skin, rubbing desperately with an extremely affectionate and ingratiating intent.

"Big Brother! Big Brother!"

Qiong Shuang's crisp voice was filled with joy as she lifted her head. In her vertical pupils, magnificent like crystal gemstones, flickered the excited light of a young beast: "I felt it! Big Brother's Aura... has risen again!"

She sniffed with her little nose, greedily inhaling the scent still lingering on Yao Delong—a mixture of domineering masculine Qi, the divine brilliance of the ice peak, and a trace of elusive, strange dao rhyme. She was so excited that her scales were trembling: "Your Cultivate speed is simply unreasonable! Are you the one carrying the True Dragon Bloodline, or am I?! I am, after all, a descendant of the Heavenly Flood Dragon, a unique species born of heaven and earth! Big Brother, tell me quickly! What kind of divine Secret Manual do you have?! Teach me a few moves, won't you?"

That tone, full of curiosity and jealousy, was just like a little girl who had her candy stolen and was envious of someone else's toy.

Yao Delong couldn't help but laugh and cry. He reached out and grabbed the crystalline, snow-white scales on the back of Qiong Shuang's neck—clear enough to be used as a mirror—and held her a little further away: "Adult business... you little brat Flood Dragon, stop asking!"

"Awoo—!"

Held by the scruff of her neck, Qiong Shuang immediately kicked her four little claws wildly in the air, and her tail whipped around like a mad ice-snow python in protest: "I'm not small anymore! Big Brother, your eyesight is bad! Look at my build! Look at my Aura! I can feel..."

She suddenly quieted down, raised her little head, and a light of disdain for the common people, as if "I am a peerless master emerging from seclusion," erupted in her icy blue vertical pupils: "I feel... my Ninth-Rank Heavenly Tribulation! It will be within these few days!"

She twisted and struggled free from Yao Delong's hand, swimming in mid-air as if showing off. Her slender body coiled and twisted, kicking up flakes of crystalline ice and snow: "Hmph! Once I achieve the supreme Ninth Rank! Even masters of the Soul Transformation Realm will have to be polite to me!"

She fantasized about the mighty scene of herself summoning wind and rain, stepping on countless Spirit Transformation Cultivators, and triumphantly shook her little head: "How about it, Big Brother? Hurry up and butter me up! It's not too late to call me 'Honorable Qiong Shuang' now! Once I transform, I'm sure to be a super invincible beauty who surpasses everyone in the world... Aha! By then, all the male cultivators in the entire Yin Yang Sect will have to..." Her voice trailed off before she could finish.

"Pfft..." Yao Delong couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand and patted the little creature's cold head perfunctorily twice: "Oh, oh, oh... Great Immortal Qiong Shuang... with boundless magic power..."

The perfunctoriness in that tone could be heard even by a stone.

The Little White Flood Dragon's scales stood on end instantly!

"Hmph! Big Brother, you're brushing me off!" She puffed up, circling around Yao Delong rapidly, leaving behind circles of cold icy rings: "Just you wait!"

After saying this harsh threat that sounded like she was about to unleash a big move, her tone instantly softened again. She coyly leaned closer to Yao Delong's head, her large icy blue eyes full of ingratiation and longing, the tip of her slender tail carefully, one by one, gently brushing against Yao Delong's cheek: "Um... Big Brother... hehe..."

Her voice was soft and clingy.

"It's just... the thing you gave me last time... that golden, energy-filled one... that made my scales shine and my body feel so comfortable after eating it..." "That candy bean..."

Qiong Shuang tried hard to swallow, although as a Flood Dragon she didn't have that action, but her expression imitated it perfectly.

"...It's almost eaten up..."

Yao Delong was stunned, then suddenly realized. Preparations before a Yao Beast Undergoing Tribulation were extremely important!

The Ninth-Rank Great Yao barrier was a watershed for the Cultivate of the Yao kind, but every major Realm Breakthrough required the accumulation of massive amounts of heaven and earth essence Origin energy to impact!

That so-called "candy bean"—was a specially made "Ice Soul Condensing Yuan Yao Pill" that he had carefully refined, which could accelerate the condensation of Ice Flood Dragon Origin, strengthen Yao Yuan, and resist Heart Demon intrusion. Each one was worth a fortune.

Although this Little White Flood Dragon had a powerful Bloodline, the accumulation required for the threshold from the Eighth Rank to the Ninth Rank was far beyond anything before.

"Qiong Shuang wants to impact the Ninth Rank?"

"Mmhmm!" The Little White Flood Dragon nodded wildly, her little head filled only with the desire for "candy beans" and the power to advance in rank!

"Hmm! Big Brother will refine it for you! What Materials are still missing?"

Yao Delong did not hesitate. His Soul Transformation Divine Thought swept over Qiong Shuang's Yao Yuan fluctuations, confirming that her Yao Yuan had indeed reached the peak of the Eighth Rank. That Ninth-Rank barrier was within reach; she could indeed trigger the tribulation at any time!

"Thank you, Big Brother! You're the best!"

Qiong Shuang was so excited she coiled into a little mosquito coil in the air!

She swooshed back onto Yao Delong's shoulder, her cold scales pressing against his neck.

A faint glow emitted from Yao Delong's body, and a crimson-gold Dao Sword condensed out of thin air beneath his feet!

"Let's go! To the Treasure Pavilion!"

Swish—! The sword light carried the two of them into the sky! The speed was astonishing!

The sword light was like a rainbow, breaking through the sea of clouds!

Standing at the front of the Flying Sword, Qiong Shuang coiled excitedly on Yao Delong's shoulder, the tip of her icy blue tail rhythmically tapping his shoulder socket.

Just as Yao Delong spread out his Divine Sense, scanning for the location of the Treasure Pavilion within the sect—

Qiong Shuang suddenly rubbed her cold little head gently against Yao Delong's earlobe. Her voice was low, carrying a hint of deliberate gentleness, yet seeming to have endless innocent worry, imitating a certain tone she had heard while sneaking down the mountain at a mundane teahouse:

"Brother..." (This address was cloyingly sweet)

"You spent so many Spirit Stones just to buy me such precious Spirit Medicine..." (Her little claw gently patted Yao Delong's cheek)

"Your family over there... sister-in-law..."

She suddenly emphasized certain words deliberately: "—Your Dao Companion... won't she get Life Qi?"

Yao Delong's figure paused imperceptibly.

Qiong Shuang seemed not to notice and continued her one-woman show:

"Sigh..." She let out a long icy sigh, her expression as melancholy as an unfathomable cold pool: "This Medicinal Pill... looks so... so delicious!"

Her little nose sniffed exaggeratedly, as if the air was truly filled with the fragrance of pills: "Big Brother..."

She suddenly leaned closer, her voice carrying a cautious yet incomparably intimate Aura: "Do you... want to taste a bite?"

She took another sharp breath (although she didn't inhale anything), then said worriedly: "If we share a Spirit Pill together..."

"This... being so intimate..." "What if... sister-in-law..." She emphasized again: "—Your Dao Companion finds out?!"

"She..." Qiong Shuang's entire little body trembled, as if she had received a great fright: "...Will she get Life Qi?! Will she... not be happy?!"

She tried hard to lift her head, her icy blue vertical pupils full of reliance and heartache. That look seemed to be watching a pitiful man suffering under family pressure for his little lady (herself): "Unlike me!"

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a kind of unswerving "green tea" style self-sacrificing radiance: "—I only know how to feel bad for you, giegie!" "I only feel bad for you, giegie!!"

Yao Delong: "..."

The crimson-gold Dao Sword beneath his feet suddenly flickered violently! Just like its owner's state of mind! A clear vein on his forehead jumped! A mixture of extremely absurd, exploding-with-laughter, yet wanting to knock this troublemaker unconscious with one blow, surged straight to his crown!