104: Chapter 104 The Dragon's Nature... Cough, Princess, I'm saving you.

Deep within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

This was an open area constructed from massive ancient dragon bones. At its center, amidst dragon skeletons as large as mountains, lay a smooth, jade-like stone platform polished over countless millennia.

At this moment, this stone platform, which had witnessed countless epochs of dragon history, was hosting a unique 'ceremony.'

"Hot... so hot..."

The moment she was set down, Long Aoxue eagerly wrapped herself around him.

Where was the aloofness and arrogance of the Princess now? Under the relentless assault of the tyrannical Ancestral Dragon Qi, she had reverted to her most primal instincts. Her indestructible silver scale armor dress, once her greatest defense, had now become her most binding constraint.

*Riiip—*

With a grating tearing sound, that top-grade treasure armor, capable of withstanding a strike from a Half-Saint, was brutally torn open by her jade-like hands, now covered in fine dragon scales.

Large expanses of creamy, snow-white skin glowed with a seductive luster in the dim, eerie light.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't tear it!"

Xu Chen watched with a pang of heartache, quickly grabbing her restless hands.

"This is a top-grade Saint Weapon! It's expensive to repair! Couldn't you have just unbuttoned it gently?"

However, how could the current Long Aoxue possibly heed such words?

Her silver vertical pupils blazed with intense fire, and a low, beast-like whimper escaped her throat. Her long, powerful silver dragon tail coiled around Xu Chen's waist like a nimble python, pressing their bodies tightly together, leaving not a sliver of space.

The astonishing strength and resilience of that grip would have shattered the waist of anyone without Xu Chen's unparalleled physique.

"Give it to me... I can't take it anymore..."

Long Aoxue's scorching red lips sought frantically against Xu Chen's neck, carrying a desperate urgency as if to devour him whole.

"Alright, alright, alright, you'll get it."

Xu Chen sighed helplessly, but his gaze gradually deepened, growing intense and fervent.

"I really owe you one."

"Remember this, Young Master is saving you. If you dare try to renege afterwards, I'll carve this entire scene onto a memory stone and broadcast it on a loop across the entire Demon Realm."

As his words fell.

Xu Chen hesitated no longer. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and brought his lips down hard upon her burning red ones.

*Boom!*

Like dry tinder meeting a spark, it ignited instantly.

The Hongmeng Creation Art within Xu Chen surged wildly. A vast, pure stream of Hongmeng Purple Qi poured into Long Aoxue's body through their point of contact, like a river flowing backward.

At that moment, the violently explosive Ancestral Dragon Qi raging within Long Aoxue finally found its outlet. It was as if it had met its nemesis, or perhaps its sovereign. Guided by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, it began to transform from a raging torrent into a gentle stream, finally merging together in joyful harmony.

*ROOOAAR—!!!*

A high, Passionate dragon's roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the Ancestral Dragon Abyss.

The sonic waves rolled outward, shaking the surrounding rock walls and causing gravel to fall.

...

At the entrance of the passageway.

Nangong Waner sat cross-legged, trying to circulate her Sword Heart to resist the unsettling, feverish heat.

However, that sudden, piercing dragon roar startled her so badly she nearly suffered a Qi deviation.

"This is... too much, isn't it?"

Nangong Waner opened her eyes, her face flushed as she looked toward the depths.

Though layers of mist obscured any clear view, the earth-shaking spiritual energy fluctuations and the soul-piercing cries told her just how fierce the battle inside must be.

"Is this the nature of the dragon race?"

Nangong Waner hugged her knees, burying her face in the crook of her arm, leaving only her ears exposed.

She had once read a phrase in an ancient text: 'The dragon's nature is inherently lustful.'

At the time, she hadn't paid it much mind, thinking it was human prejudice against the demon races. But now, it seemed the ancients had not lied!

This level of commotion, this stamina, that aura that seemed capable of piercing the heavens itself...

"Can my husband's... body withstand it?"

A thread of worry couldn't help but rise in Nangong Waner's heart.

After all, that was a True Dragon, with a body of unparalleled strength, capable of devouring people when enraged.

However, the next moment.

*Smack!*

A crisp slapping sound mixed with the dragon roars echoed out, followed immediately by Xu Chen's robust, even somewhat arrogant, reprimanding voice:

"Let go! Don't squeeze so tight with your tail! Are you trying to strangle and murder your own husband?"

"And stop biting! Are you a dog or a dragon?"

"If you don't behave, I'll have to enforce domestic discipline!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Nangong Waner's worries instantly evaporated, replaced by an expression of speechlessness.

Alright.

It seemed she had worried for nothing.

Her husband, if nothing else, possessed Emperor-level 'suppression' abilities in *that* department. If he could tame a frenzied female dragon into submission, what in this world could possibly challenge him?

...

An unknown amount of time later.

The commotion within the Ancestral Dragon Abyss finally began to subside.

The scorching heat that had threatened to ignite the very air also dissipated, replaced by a serene and harmonious calm born of the union of Yin and Yang.

On the dragon bone platform.

Xu Chen leaned against a massive rib bone, his long hair disheveled. The defined lines of his bare upper torso faintly shimmered with a subtle treasure light.

Despite having endured a 'man-dragon battle' epic enough to be recorded in history, he showed not a trace of fatigue. On the contrary, he seemed radiant with energy. Even the barrier of his Half-Saint mid-stage cultivation showed signs of loosening.

"Truly a top-grade dragon maiden."

Xu Chen clenched his fist, sensing the new, burgeoning power within his body.

He had absorbed the majority of Long Aoxue's Primordial Yin essence, mixed with the vast Ancestral Dragon Qi. For his Hongmeng Creation Body, it had been nothing short of a sumptuous feast.

And beside him.

The Princess, who had once been so imperious, now lay limp in Xu Chen's arms like a boneless creature.

Her waterfall of silver hair spilled across the stone platform. Xu Chen's long robe covered her body. On her exquisitely beautiful face, a flush lingered, and a few crystalline teardrops hung at the corners of her eyes—the aftermath of extreme ecstasy.

Her once rigid dragon horns now appeared tender and pink. The silver dragon tail that had earlier threatened to strangle Xu Chen lay limply across his leg, its tip twitching occasionally with unconscious movement.

"Mmm..."

As if sensing Xu Chen's movement, Long Aoxue let out a faint whimper. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those once-feral vertical pupils had now regained their clarity.

Only now, within their depths lay a trace of confusion and... profound shame.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

She remembered how she had torn at her clothes like a madwoman, how she had shamelessly clung to this man, begging for salvation, and how she had writhed and cried out beneath him, her voice echoing throughout the Ancestral Dragon Abyss...

"Awake?"

Xu Chen looked down at the 'quail-dragon' in his arms, who had gone stiff as a board, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Princess, your performance earlier was quite... valiant."

"Especially that 'Coiling Dragon Around the Pillar' move. It nearly overwhelmed even this Young Master."

"Shut up..."

Long Aoxue buried her face fiercely into Xu Chen's chest, her voice as weak as a mosquito's. If there were a crevice in the ground, she would have dived into it without hesitation.

"Don't say anymore... I beg you..."

Her illustrious reputation as the Princess of the Dragon Clan was utterly ruined in this man's hands today.

"Fine, fine, I won't, I won't."

In excellent spirits, Xu Chen reached out and gently stroked her smooth, jade-like back, casually smoothing her disheveled hair.

"But, speaking of which."

Xu Chen's tone shifted, becoming slightly more serious.

"Though the process was a bit... wild, the results are undeniable."

"Check for yourself."

Hearing this, Long Aoxue endured the soreness in her body and attempted to circulate her demonic energy.

The next moment, her head snapped up, her eyes filled with shock.

All the hidden injuries left from her previous forced cultivation breakthrough had completely vanished!

Moreover, after being tempered by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the purity of her True Dragon bloodline had increased yet again, showing faint signs of breaking through its shackles and evolving toward an 'Ancestral Dragon' form!

"This..."

Long Aoxue looked at Xu Chen with disbelief.

Was this the power of this man's physique?

A single session of dual cultivation was more effective than a century of secluded cultivation?

"Well? Satisfied with the 'antidote'?"

Xu Chen lifted her chin with his finger, gazing into those shocked, beautiful eyes with a roguish grin.

"Now that the poison is cured and the benefits received..."

"Isn't it time to get up and get to work?"

"Our... pregnancy tonic... is still waiting for us up ahead."