460: Chapter 460 Touching the Horns

Qin Wangchuan's thoughts stirred:

"Long Xiao."

As the two words fell, the dragon aura between heaven and earth seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand.

The dormant dragon patterns on his robes suddenly lit up, their radiance blazing brightly!

A clear and melodious dragon cry resounded through the cosmos.

Within the dazzling brilliance, the power of Long Xiao perfectly merged with him.

The majestic phantom of dragon armor enveloped him, and the phantom dragon horns at his temples instantly solidified.

Brilliant light swirled; as the dragon tail swayed, waves of air rolled out, pushing away the clouds atop the mountain peak in a circle.

Below, all the True Dragons looked up, as if seeing an Ancient Dragon shadow that propped up the heavens and supported the earth.

Its form was so perfect, its majesty so vast, it had already surpassed the scope of ordinary Ancestral Dragons, pointing directly to the source at the beginning of creation.

"Ancient Dragon..."

An elderly Dragon Clan member murmured to himself, tears welling up in his eyes.

Long Yue took a deep breath, stepped forward a few paces, walked to the edge of the high platform, faced the thousands of clansmen below, and infused her clear, melodious voice with dragon power, spreading it across the wilderness:

"Just as the ancient prophecy foretold!"

"This lord not only possesses the body of an Ancestral Dragon but also carries the blood of an Ancient Dragon."

"Moreover, he is the current Divine Son of the supreme Qin Family!"

"Heaven's Mandate rests upon him, his Bloodline is the proof!"

"He will be our clan's sole sovereign, leading us to conquer the Nine Heavens and recast the glory of the dragon race!"

Waves of sound rolled forth, stirring a chorus of impassioned dragon cries in response from below.

"Next,"

Long Yue's voice lowered slightly but remained clear, "the coronation of the Dragon Attendants will proceed."

"We ten, as Priestess Dragon Maidens, have long been fated."

"After this ritual, I will belong completely to the Ancestral Dragon."

"As his wife; to offer modest warmth, to bear the continuation of his Bloodline."

"As his friend; to listen to unspoken words, to resolve unvoiced worries."

"As his weapon; where its edge points, nothing remains unbroken."

"As his shield; wherever calamity aims, it must first pass through me."

"This life, this world, this soul, this fate—all are tied to the Dragon Lord alone."

"To follow in life and death, to share destiny!"

The ten Dragon Maidens swore the oath together, their momentum immense, carrying a peculiar feeling.

Wasn't this oath really just a marriage vow?

And also...

Wife?

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She had never mentioned this before.

However, judging by the setup and the context, it seemed more like a declaration of absolute loyalty, not a worldly wedding ceremony.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued observing the ceremony.

After the recitation was complete, Long Yue turned around, led the nine Dragon Maidens behind her, faced Qin Wangchuan, and together they knelt on both knees.

Ten peerlessly beautiful Dragon Maidens kneeling and bowing before him—this scene was enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

Not to mention they also lowered their heads, extending forward the dragon horns that symbolized their status and Bloodline.

Presenting a posture of unreserved devotion.

Through the thin veil, Qin Wangchuan seemed to see a faint blush rising on Long Yue's face; even the tips of her crystalline dragon horns seemed tinged with a light pink hue.

"Dragon Lord," Long Yue's voice was much softer and lower than usual, carrying a barely perceptible tremor, "please... touch my horns."

Qin Wangchuan remembered hearing before.

dragon horns must not be touched casually; it was an extremely intimate and special act.

But now, it seemed this was a necessary part of the ritual?

He reached out his hand, with a bit of tentativeness, and lightly touched the tip of those glass-like, warm-yet-cool dragon horns with his fingertip.

The feeling upon contact was about what he imagined.

Slightly hard yet smooth, like glass yet also like warm jade, carrying her unique warmth and coolness.

"Mmm..."

Long Yue's delicate body trembled uncontrollably, a very light muffled groan escaping her throat, clearly extremely sensitive to the touch.

Her kneeling posture remained proper, but her back noticeably stiffened a bit.

Since it was a special area, Qin Wangchuan touched and immediately withdrew, preparing to pull his hand back.

However, Long Yue remained kneeling in place, not rising.

She raised her eyes; those shimmering, watery pupils looked over through the veil, her gaze holding insistence, along with a hint of shy urging.

"Dragon Lord... please use both hands, with more force, touch... all the corners."

Corners?

Hearing this, Qin Wangchuan drew a sharp breath.

This word used here seemed to carry another meaning?

Since it was part of the ritual, then fine.

He hesitated no longer, took a step closer, extended both hands, one on each, and gently grasped that pair of glass-like dragon horns.

They felt warm and smooth to the touch, their arcs elegant.

Applying a bit of pressure, his fingertips followed the contours of the dragon horns, starting from the delicate patterns at the top, slowly moving downward, stroking every inch of the horns until reaching the base.

Long Yue's breathing noticeably quickened.

Her delicate body no longer trembled but was taut like a fully drawn bowstring, as if she was He was enduring a strong impact with all his might.

As he continued touching, she closed her eyes.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently; beneath the veil, the blush on her cheeks deepened, and even the corners of her eyes moistened with traces of dampness.

Even so, this beauty never flinched nor made a sound to stop him.

She merely silently endured this public, intimate touching.

The dragon crowd below erupted in murmurs upon seeing this, inevitably leading to a wave of suppressed whispers.

But the content of those whispers drifting up seemed somewhat off:

"Priestess Long Yue... how bold!"

"To request the Dragon Lord to touch her horns in public... this is simply..."

'Isn't this part of the ritual?'

Qin Wangchuan's hands still held the base of the dragon horns, feeling their Unique texture and subtle pulsation, a bit puzzled in his heart.

Not going to lie, the It really feels great..

He looked down, Their eyes met just as Long Yue was looking up at them..

Right at this moment of exchanged glances—

On the back of Qin Wangchuan's hand, that ancient "Chuan" character Imprint, suddenly lit up with a soft yet Clear light!

Simultaneously, on Long Yue's fair collarbone, a "Chuan" character Imprint of the same size emerged from within, outward.

Glowing faintly, like a brand.

Immediately after, on the other nine kneeling Dragon Maidens, "Chuan" character imprints lit up one by one on various parts of their bodies!

That was the supreme imprint in the dragon race's ancient contract, signifying the chosen lifelong companion, Fate linked.

The fate of the Priestess Dragon Maidens had always existed to serve the Ancestral Dragon.

The appearance of the imprint meant they formally acknowledged the person before them as the Ancestral Dragon.

But Qin Wangchuan had a doubt in his heart.

'So, what's the necessary connection between touching dragon horns and this ritual?'

The ceremony concluded in a A subtle yet warm atmosphere.

The entire True Dragon Clan was filled with an uplifting atmosphere of having found their backbone.

By the time the crowd dispersed and Qin Wangchuan sat alone in the hall, he finally realized.

When he had previously Flipping through the ancient books of the True Dragon Clan that record their customs, he had seen an inconspicuous description:

"Some dragon maidens of passionate temperament, at the critical moment of establishing the eternal contract, would主动要求 companion在族人见证下, Solemnly touching his own dragon horns..."

In other words...

The Link of touching dragon horns had no absolute connection to that ritual.

It was purely Long Yue's own selfishness, added under the pretext of the ritual?

No wonder only hers needed to be touched.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head, somewhat amused.

Seeing Long Yue usually appearing aloof, deserted, dignified and composed as Priestess Long Yue, he hadn't expected her He has quite a fiery temper..

After this A sigh, he didn't dwell on it further.

The ritual was complete, the Dragon Lord had appeared.

Next, the entire True Dragon Clan, like a A large and sophisticated machine, began operating Run efficiently, preparing for the relocation.

The The goal is clear and ambitious.—

Relocate the entire clan, enter the Immortal Court!

Ancient halls were Apply protection, The massive formation was activated one by one., countless treasured treasure, The classics were packaged and loaded, young and strong True Dragons practiced The formation of soaring and guarding.

The wind blows as a storm approaches, and the True Dragon race will ride this wind, soaring straight to the Nine Heavens!

The day after the ritual's completion.

Looking down at the piece of paper he had written on earlier, then looking up at the ongoing relocation in the distance.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have One person was missed.