534: Mature "older sister"

Half a day in the Second Layer of the Immortal Mausoleum was two days in the outside world!

The white light dissipated, and Yao Delong's figure landed outside the stone tablet of the Forbidden Ground.

He clenched his fist; his palm seemed to still retain the warmth and heavy weight of that mysterious white flowing light.

"immortal slaying dark kite..."

He whispered to himself, but his eyes burst with sharp Battle Intent!

As the last trace of spatial fluctuation from the Return Jade faded, he didn't linger for a moment,

turning into a golden rainbow that tore through the sky, heading straight for Luoxia Peak!

At the same time, in the Sect Head's hall on Dragon Head Peak.

The unremarkable figure of the Grey-robed Elder appeared silently,

bowing to the figure sitting cross-legged amidst the clouds above: "Sect Head, the matter is concluded."

White Cloud Master opened his slightly closed eyes, his gaze falling upon the elder like the Grandmist light at the beginning of the Universe, carrying a hint of inquiry.

"That kid,"

the elder said concisely, a rare trace of emotion appearing in his eyes that were usually as calm as an ancient well,

"he passed. The Dao Artifact has a spirit; it has recognized him as its master and signed a contract."

A ripple of Divine Thought, almost tangible, spread out, causing the spatial patterns within the hall to undulate.

"Good!" White Cloud Master nodded, his voice as deep and thick as an immemorial divine mountain,

"To be able to hold the contract of a Dao Artifact at the Soul Transformation realm... this boy's fortune, talent, and battle heart are all rare in a thousand... no, ten thousand years!"

He wasn't asking about the Artifact Spirit's conditions, knowing full well it was no easy task; because of that, he felt even more amazed!

"His future... shall be the pillar that holds up our sect, and he will become a peerless titan in this Eastern Region and even all of Cangyun!"

The elder nodded in silence, his figure quietly fading away once more, leaving the Sect Head to cast his deep gaze toward Luoxia Peak.

Inside the courtyard on Luoxia Peak.

A golden light landed silently.

Yao Delong pushed the door open and entered; the familiar Back Mountain Cottage, the familiar icy spiritual aura... but the owner of that aura had undergone a world-shaking change!

On the bluestone in the center of the courtyard, covered in white Qiong Shuang, stood a figure.

Silver-white hair, like cold moonlight, flowed down to her ankles like a snowy waterfall,

with a few strands hanging beside her cold white cheeks that shimmered with a warm pearly glow.

Her stature was nearly seven feet tall, her proportions as perfect as if made by a god, possessing both the powerful, slender height unique to the Dragon Clan,

and breathtaking curves outlined beneath her moon-shrouded robe; dominance and elegance were unified in her, both contradictory and harmonious.

At the side of her neck, wrists, and ankle joints, several translucent Natal Dragon Scales, like cold stars or crushed diamonds, flickered quietly.

Most soul-stirring were the jade-colored dragon horns perched amidst her Qiong Shuang-like silver hair!

The horns were ancient and majestic, and the fine, flickering azure lightning at their tips silently told of the supreme glory earned after surviving a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation!

A Yu-jie!

And a woman of the Yao Race!

Yao Delong could be considered someone who had weathered great storms and had a very high aesthetic threshold,

but even he couldn't help his brain stalling at this moment, blurting out with complete polite detachment:

"...Uh, this Fairy's divine appearance is extraordinary and truly captivating.

However... this is my private residence on Luoxia Peak; has the Fairy... perhaps come to the wrong place?"

Hearing his voice, the silver-haired Yu-jie turned around abruptly!

Her face was like an ultimate iceberg snow lotus, her features so perfect they lacked any earthly trace,

and her silver eyes were deep as a ten-thousand-year cold abyss, meant to keep everyone at a distance.

However, when she saw Yao Delong clearly, the iceberg instantly half-melted!

Her lips, carved like ice and snow, pouted slightly in grievance, creating a scene of immense contrast!

A lazy, mature, and magnetic Yu-jie voice came out without a second thought:

"Big Brother!!! You big dummy! You come back after being out for a few days and can't even recognize your dearest Little Qiong Shuang?!"

As she spoke, her body's memory was faster than her thoughts!

Just like her instinct when she used to perch on Yao Delong's shoulder, she tapped her feet lightly with graceful movements,

yet they contained the terrifying explosive power of a flood dragon emerging from the depths, as she opened her arms to lunge into Yao Delong's embrace!

Those towering curves came at him with a dense, confident pressure!

Pfft!

Yao Delong sucked in a breath of cold air! Terrified, he retreated thirty feet, his back hitting the courtyard gate with a thud!

He hurriedly raised his hands to stop her, his facial expression completely out of control, shouting with a flushed face:

"Wait!!! Miss, please hold on! Please conduct yourself with dignity!

My Qiong Shuang... my Little White Flood Dragon would never... never be this big...!!!"

Having missed her mark, Qiong Shuang stopped in place, blinking her beautiful silver-white vertical pupils in confusion.

She seemed to be trying hard to make that same pitiful, aggrieved expression as before,

but the muscle structure of a Yu-jie's face was naturally cold and sacred; the result of forcing a pout was that her eyes were full of confusion and hurt,

while her facial expression remained as detached and ethereal as an immortal.

Her mature, bell-like voice carried an accusation:

"Big Brother, why... why aren't you patting my head anymore? Is it because I've become less cute?"

Seeing Yao Delong's hand frozen with no reaction, she actually bent her tall frame slightly,

and proactively moved her beautiful head—sparkling with diamond-like dragon scales and topped with a pair of lightning-wreathed jade horns—

cautiously into Yao Delong's palm that was frozen in mid-air! "Here, you can pat it!"

Yao Delong: "!!!"

From his hand came the sensation of cold, silky silver-white hair and the hard edges of the jade horns.

He retracted his hand as if struck by lightning, his expression as complex as if he had swallowed a whole plate of bitter gall:

"Stop! Enough! It's not a matter of being cute or not... it's mainly your current appearance... this height... me patting your head... I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!

Especially if I'm given a cold glare by a certain enchantress or a certain someone..."

Thinking of Cang Yunyao's half-smiling face and Clear Snow's beautiful eyes that were like ice swords,

Yao Delong's heart skipped a beat in fear! This scene was simply too terrifying!

Qiong Shuang seemed to have a sudden realization, instantly straightening her back and saying with that powerful Yu-jie voice,

excitedly and without any filter: "Oh—! I get it! Big Brother, you're afraid the big sisters will be unhappy if they see us, right?! Especially your Junior Sister!"

Her silver eyes shone brightly, thinking she had seen through everything:

"Don't worry, Big Brother! I'll be very good! Just like before, I won't be noisy or make a fuss! I'll only come to play with you when they can't see me!"

Yao Delong had such a headache he just wanted to bang his head against the door.

This girl's mental maturity... completely failed to keep up with the speed of her physical growth!

She still had that silly dragon brain that depended on snacks! But this appearance... imagine: in the future, this seven-foot-tall dragon girl, a super iceberg Yu-jie with an aura that could freeze a Soul Transformation expert and prominent horns,

following him around eagerly, saying \"Big Brother, I want to eat Icy-Icy Pills\" over and over... Yao Delong could already see Cang Yunyao's playful smile and the Ice Wheel silently condensing in Clear Snow's hand... the scenes blended together, truly wonderful... the Shura Field had been manifested.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, great biological instinct saved him.

Just as a storm was raging in Yao Delong's mind and various terrifying scenes were playing on loop,

Qiong Shuang, beside him, seemed to have caught a scent.

She wrinkled her cute, upturned nose, her silver-white vertical pupils locking onto the Storage Pouch at Yao Delong's waist.

In the next moment.

she decisively abandoned her "head-pat" strategic goal and straightened her exquisitely curved waist.

The cold, silver-haired Yu-jie, facing her big brother, in an incredibly natural and perfectly justified manner—

stretched out both hands!

Palms up, her ten fingers were as slender as orchid shoots, shimmering with a pearly luster, and her nails were as sharp as ice crystals.

Her posture was as standard as a working dragon asking for her wages.