235: Why are you calling me master?

【Ding! Choice triggered...】

【Option One: Consume the Ages. Place Ao Qingli on a bonfire and roast her into a barbecue; taste the freshness of the Dragon Lady.】

【Script: You are completely unfazed by the Dragon Lady's threats; you are going to roast her directly.】

【Ordinary flames cannot cook Ao Qingli through, making Ao Qingli somewhat smug, saying that mortal fire is not worthy of harming her.】

【Lin Jiuyang immediately uses the Nine Yang Sacred Fire, and after you give your consent, he roasts her until she is howling.】

【The Prodigies in the distance hear her screams and all feel a chill down their spines.】

【Ao Qingli is roasted, and the fragrant dragon meat becomes food in your mouth.】

【You enjoy her.】

【Because you and Mu Bingyun treated Leng Rushuang poorly, she decides to take revenge and leaks the news that you ate the Saintess of the True Dragon Clan.】

【You are targeted by the True Dragon Clan, and they unite with Prodigies from other Yao Race clans to hunt you down throughout the Great Wilderness World.】

【Reward: Emperor-grade Dragon Slaying Saber.】

【Option Two: Ride Across the World. Train the arrogant Ao Qingli into a mount and travel the world.】

【Script: Under your coercion and temptation, Ao Qingli finally lowers her head.】

【You make her your mount. Although she feels humiliated, she decides to endure the shame and live for now, thinking of taking revenge later.】

【She crawls on the ground, transforming into her True Dragon form, and you and Mu Bingyun land on her back.】

【Leng Rushuang and the others watch, all of them shocked.】

【A dignified Prodigy from the Great Scarlet Heaven has actually been subdued by you and is willing to become a mount.】

【News of you using a True Dragon as a mount spreads, and the Prodigies of the True Dragon Clan vow revenge, uniting with many Yao Race Prodigies to hunt you down in the Desolate Ancient Great World.】

【Reward: Law of Strength.】

【Please choose!】

The System's voice faded, and Qin Wushang's gaze lingered briefly on the illusory mission panel.

A playful arc curved at the corner of his lips.

Regardless of which path he chose, the fury of the True Dragon Clan was already expected.

In that case, he only needed to weigh the rewards.

"The Dragon Slaying Saber... is acceptable, but I already have the immortal slaying demonic saber and the crimson blood blade by my side, so the benefits are limited."

"However, this Law of Strength..."

"Is truly tempting."

Time is supreme, Space is king... Strength is the highest!

He already controlled the Void Realm and Yin and Yang Laws; if he could also master the Law of Strength...

"System, I choose option two."

After making his choice, Qin Wushang's gaze fell back onto Ao Qingli.

That look was no longer just appraisal; it was more like he was examining an object.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Ao Qingli felt a chill in her heart from his gaze, but she still braced herself, her crimson-gold slit pupils widening as she attempted to maintain the inviolable dignity of a Dragon Clan Saintess.

Only her slightly tilted-back neck betrayed a hint of tension.

Qin Wushang did not answer her, instead smiling as he looked at Mu Bingyun, his tone indifferent.

"Bingyun, what do you think of this leg? The muscles are well-proportioned, the lines are smooth; let's roast it today to have a fresh taste."

Mu Bingyun's gaze shifted, and she actually followed his indication, landing on Ao Qingli's long, taut leg.

She examined it briefly and replied coldly, "It seems acceptable."

"Just roasting it to eat, it will get tiresome after a while."

Qin Wushang stroked his chin, appearing to be deep in thought.

"How about this: today we'll remove one leg to roast, and the other we'll cure into a dried dragon leg using a secret method, then put it into the Storage Ring. Whenever we want to eat, we can just slice a piece off."

"Oh, and this breast meat, tender and not tough; once air-dried, it surely will have a unique flavor."

"The dragon liver and dragon gallbladder are even greater delicacies; they must be carefully removed, chilled, and enjoyed slowly."

"Young Master!"

Lin Jiuyang stepped forward at the right moment, his face full of smiles, his eyes sweeping intentionally or unintentionally over Ao Qingli's instantly pale face.

"I know a thing or two about cured meat."

"It requires rubbing it thoroughly with high-quality spiritual salt mixed with secret ingredients, then air-drying it in a gentle breeze, and finally slow-smoking it with fruit wood..."

"Preparing dragon meat with this method will surely lock in the essence and blood Qi; eating it can be equivalent to several months of hard cultivation!"

"You... you dare!"

Ao Qingli's voice became shrill, carrying an imperceptible tremble, filled with disbelief.

These damned members of the Human Race were actually discussing how to turn her into ingredients right in front of her.

"I am a True Dragon Saintess! If you dare to harm me in the slightest, the True Dragon Clan will surely use the power of the entire clan to..."

"To do what to us?"

Qin Wushang's smile remained unchanged; he simply raised his hand lightly.

The crimson blood blade appeared silently in his palm.

The blood-colored blade shimmered with a heart-palpitating cold light, its tip pointing distantly at the base of her thigh.

"Jiuyang, is your Nine Yang Sacred Fire ready?"

"Ready at any time!"

Lin Jiuyang replied solemnly, his palm facing upward.

"Hum."

A cluster of golden flames, as scorching as a small sun, suddenly rose. The terrifying high temperature caused the surrounding air to distort, reflecting onto Ao Qingli's bloodless face.

"Sword Demon, go to the Immortal Pool and fetch some spiritual water to rinse the ingredients later."

Qin Wushang instructed calmly.

"As you command." The Sword Demon's figure moved slightly.

"No... wait!"

Ao Qingli could finally no longer resist wanting to step back, but she was restrained and had nowhere to retreat.

Watching the blade and the scorching flames drawing closer, she could no longer maintain her forced composure.

"You cannot... I... I know a secret! Beneath the Immortal Pool, there is a supreme treasure discovered by my clan's Senior!"

"Release me, and I will take you to retrieve it! It is... it is much more valuable than eating me!"

Qin Wushang acted as if he hadn't heard; he simply patted her thigh with the back of the blade, emitting a cold sensation.

He even leaned down, carefully examining the texture of her skin beneath her skirt, like the most fastidious craftsman inspecting a piece of raw material.

"This dragon scale armor is troublesome... but, with one slash, it should be able to be cut open."

He muttered to himself, then looked up, revealing a near-comforting smile to Ao Qingli.

"If you are afraid of pain, just endure it."

"My blade is very fast, and very cool; swish, it will be clean and neat."

"The Nine Yang Sacred Fire is hot enough too; it will be cooked very quickly, the pain will be very brief, don't be too afraid."

"No... don't! I... I..."

Ao Qingli's psychological defenses gradually collapsed under Qin Wushang's words and cruel gaze.

"This skin is well-maintained! I should be able to bite through it without needing to peel it!"

As Qin Wushang said this, he slowly rubbed the crimson blood blade against the base of Ao Qingli's thigh.

The sharp blade landed on the looming dragon scales, making Ao Qingli's hair stand on end.

She was trembling all over, shouting: "Don't eat me... I don't taste good, I, I, I, I can make you my Master!"

What Dragon Clan pride, what Saintess dignity, in the face of the extreme fear of being slaughtered like livestock...

Everything was just floating clouds!

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she hurriedly added: "I submit! I am willing to submit!"

"I beg you... don't kill me... don't eat me! I really can make you my Master, be your mount, I will do anything!"

"Hmm?"

Qin Wushang's movements paused, the blade hovered, and a hint of confusion appeared on his face.

He tilted his ear and asked: "What did you say just now? The wind was too loud, I didn't hear clearly."

"Was it asking me to strike faster?"

"No! No!"

Ao Qingli's tears gushed out, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

She disregarded any decorum, practically screaming.

"Master! Master! Ao Qingli knows she was wrong!"

"I beg Master to spare my life!"

"Qingli is willing to offer her Soul Seal, to be Master's mount forever, to be driven by you, with absolutely no second thoughts!"

"I beg you... don't eat me..."

She collapsed on the ground, her previous arrogance completely gone, leaving only the humble begging of one who has just survived a disaster.

Qin Wushang then slowly straightened up, looking down at her from above, twirling the crimson blood blade in his hand before it vanished.

The smile on his face remained, very bright.

He leaned in slightly, his voice gentle, and said: "Oh? Master?"

"Just a moment ago, didn't someone say... that as a True Dragon Clan Saintess, there was absolutely no reason to submit to the Human Race?"

"You, this incomparably noble Dragon Clan... how is it that in the blink of an eye, you are calling me, a human, Master?"