601: Chapter 601 The Forbidden Horn, Long Xiao Wants It

The wheel of fate was right before him.

Qin Wangchuan still held Long Xiao with one hand, while the other lightly covered the warm, jade-like ring.

"We meet again, wheel of fate."

His tone was filled with an indescribable emotion.

Even though this one was not the original one, and even though not much time had passed since the day it was destroyed.

In Qin Wangchuan's heart, it felt as if a long, long time had passed.

As long as three or four centuries.

After all, since it originated from the nine layers profound heaven rings, he barely exerted any effort to reconnect with it.

With a single thought.

The wheel of fate circled him a few times before sinking behind him and slowly fading away.

Qin Wangchuan turned his head to see Long Xiao still staring intently at the direction where the golden ring had vanished, looking entranced.

She looked just like a kitten whose attention had been snatched away by something.

He couldn't help but smile faintly, raising his hand to rub her head.

However.

Long Xiao stood on her tiptoes, resisting by pushing the top of her head against his palm.

Although there was no expression on her face, Qin Wangchuan could tell that the girl was a bit puffed up with anger.

"I am not a child anymore."

She pursed her lips and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. Within that serious look, there was a hint of defiance.

We've already done that kind of thing, and I can already bear offspring.

You can't treat me like a child anymore!

Well then.

It seemed she had remembered him praising her as a good child earlier.

Thinking this, he settled for the next best thing and stroked Long Xiao's cheek instead.

"Alright, alright, you're not a child anymore."

It was clearly a tone used for coaxing a child, yet she enjoyed it very much.

Isn't she still just a child?

Qin Wangchuan turned around, his gaze instinctively lifting, and locked eyes with several figures on the distant high pavilion.

Especially one of them.

Qin Zhaoer.

The moment their eyes met, his gaze unconsciously softened a bit.

This softness was different from when he looked at Long Xiao.

Looking at Long Xiao was doting and indulgent.

But this look falling on Qin Zhaoer was far more complex.

In that long trial, he and she had been husband and wife for most of their lives, sharing a bed and depending on each other for life and death; those times were truly etched into his bones.

Everything about it was simply impossible to explain clearly.

Complex as it was, now was not the time to think about such things.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his gaze and looked down.

Countless gazes were converging toward him.

This was no longer those mountain villages and towns from before.

This was the Qin Family.

The Longevity Imperial Clan, the Qin Family.

—

Nightfall.

After creating such a huge commotion during the day, there were naturally several inquiries from the elders.

Midway, he had also visited the Li family, but Li Qingluan was still in secluded cultivation.

After dealing with all that, Qin Wangchuan returned to the Divine Son Hall.

The gift lists on the desk were piled as high as a mountain; only now did his surroundings truly become quiet.

But once it became quiet, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to Eighth Sister.

At the thought of her, his feelings became complicated.

The time spent knowing and protecting each other for most of a lifetime in the trial, those days of sharing a bed and life and death—he remembered them, and she remembered them too.

Once such a burning and hot past was cast upon their current identities, no one could say how they should face each other.

He knew he was hesitating.

He also knew that Eighth Sister, on her side, was likely hesitating as well.

Forget it.

There was no rush; they could take it slowly.

Since they were both in the Qin Family, there would be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future.

The priority right now was still to deduce that Cultivation Technique as quickly as possible.

Just as the thought arose, the sleeve hanging at his side was gently tugged.

Long Xiao had approached him at some point, looking up at him.

Beneath those exquisite, jade-white dragon horns was a face capable of causing the downfall of nations.

Being so close now, the brilliance of that face was even more overwhelming.

Her skin was whiter than snow, her features elegant and clear; she had no expression and was very quiet, but her eyes were startlingly bright, staring at him without blinking. The childishness hidden beneath her coldness was indescribably endearing.

Clearly, she still remembered the "ritual" he had promised a few days ago.

Qin Wangchuan took her hand and pulled her a bit closer, his gaze falling on the pair of jade-white dragon horns.

The horns of the True Dragon Clan were forbidden objects; only one's beloved could touch them.

And he was precisely the person who could touch them.

Raising his hand, his fingertips slowly brushed over the pair of dragon horns that belonged only to him.

Long Xiao trembled all over, her eyelashes fluttering. Those sparkling eyes were instantly shrouded in a layer of mist, and the corners of her eyes quietly flushed a faint red.

She didn't hide.

Instead, she slowly lowered her head, submissively offering the pair of horns into his palm as her entire body went soft.

He remembered that these horns didn't look like this originally. It was only after the ritual and a secondary growth that they had spiraled and branched out, forming their current arc that was both fierce and magnificent.

Combined with her Ancestral Dragon Body, these horns were absolutely the most noble pair within the True Dragon Clan.

Yet such a Supreme object was now obediently pressed against his palm, allowing him to stroke and toy with them.

"In such a hurry?" Qin Wangchuan whispered in her ear.

Long Xiao trembled, yet she continued to bite her lip, the slight grievance in her eyes impossible to hide.

"I've waited a long time."

This was the Dragon Clan; even their pursuit of pleasure was straightforward and passionate.

Very well.

It was rare for her to speak up, so he would indulge her.

As for the Cultivation Technique or whatever, it seemed it would have to be put on hold.

—

Once the ritual began, the throbbing that had been dormant for too long could no longer be suppressed.

During the time they were apart, the taut string deep within their Bloodlines had been hanging tight; now, upon touching, it was like a long-parched riverbed suddenly meeting a spring flood of years, collapsing the dam in an instant.

Long Xiao was no longer her usual quiet and restrained self.

She clung to Qin Wangchuan's neck, tilting her head up to kiss him.

And in that single kiss, her body quietly unfolded and grew taller in his arms.

All childishness faded away, stretching into a startlingly svelte figure.

His gaze traveled from the pair of spiraling, jade-white dragon horns all the way down, past her lustrous and translucent skin, falling onto the tianlin dress stretched tight by her full curves.

Her full chest and slender waist were perfectly outlined.

Further down, the extremely short hem barely covered her hips, revealing a pair of straight and long legs.

A few ribbons hung down, brushing against her snow-white thighs, more heart-stirring than complete nakedness.

Taking all this in, his eyes darkened slightly as he whispered in the girl's ear:

"You really are a temptress."

With one sentence, Long Xiao was instantly ignited.

The mist in her eyes turned into an almost greedy longing as she clung to him inch by inch, wishing she could rub herself entirely into his bones and blood, never to be separated again.

Qin Wangchuan let her, one hand gripping her slender waist to pull her tighter into his embrace.

His other hand reached into her waterfall of black hair and directly grasped those dragon horns.

First, he slowly rubbed the spiraling horn bodies, his fingertips tracing the curve of the tips inch by inch.

In the next instant, his fingers suddenly tightened, ruthlessly clutching the base of the horns and pulling back with force.

Long Xiao's whole body jolted violently, her long legs suddenly straightening, her arches bowing into a curve on the verge of breaking. Even her black hair scattered, and the ribbons of her tianlin dress slipped down a bit further.

The longing accumulated for too long had all turned into that merciless strength in his palm.