Supreme Dragon Seal

Just like some rare magic spells, any battle qi technique of King-grade or above can only be passed down through inheritance. Inheritance means that the battle qi is condensed into text and inscribed onto a special type of magical paper. Once a practitioner begins to cultivate a technique, the book containing that technique will turn into ashes.

To pass down a battle qi technique, at least half of the practitioner’s own battle qi is needed. Therefore, warriors who cultivate battle qi techniques of king grade or above will only use this method to pass down the technique when their lifespan is at its end or when they are in mortal danger.

From this, it is conceivable how precious battle qi techniques of King-grade or above are.

When the sky darkened, Yao Rao who was in meditation suddenly opened her eyes in astonishment, gazing at Qi Bei who was in the innermost part of the cave.

At this moment, Qi Bei’s messy hair was fluttering without wind, enveloped in a dense battle qi.

Generally speaking, it takes an average warrior with moderate talent at least ten days to sense battle qi for the first time. Even for a genius warrior, it takes three to five days to sense it.

And how long has Qi Bei been cultivating? Three hours? Four hours? He actually attracted such dense battle qi.

Qi Bei never expected that his initial cultivation of the Wild Dragon Battle Qi technique would have such an effect.

He felt the faint golden internal energy in his dantian rolling like boiling water when he began to cultivate this Holy-grade technique. Then, he felt an endless stream of battle qi surging toward him.

At first, Qi Bei felt very comfortable, but then he only felt a little bit hot.

This heat was not like the heat caused by being burned by flames. He couldn’t describe the feeling specifically, but he felt something was not right.

Qi Bei wanted to stop cultivating, but the restless internal energy in his dantian made it impossible for him to stop.

The burning heat that made him suffocate became more and more intense, and he felt as if his blood was boiling. His whole body seemed to be melting.

“Extreme Yang Fire!” These words suddenly popped into Qi Bei’s mind. He never thought that the Extreme Yang Fire would come so quickly.

Originally, according to Qi Bei’s cultivation speed, it was unlikely to generate the Extreme Yang Fire in such a short time.

Before this, he used his internal energy with Yao Rao every day to drive away the cold, and then he felt that his internal energy had increased significantly. In fact, this was not only due to the excessive consumption of his internal energy but also due to the effect of Yao Rao’s extreme Yin physique.

It was like a severely hungry people suddenly seeing a delicacy. Smelling the food would bring temporary satisfaction, but if they could not enjoy it for a long time, they would go crazy.

And the Wild Dragon Battle Qi technique that Yao Rao gave to Qi Bei was also a Yang technique. The trace of dragon intent contained within it stimulated his internal energy to boil like the last straw that broke the camel’s back and completely ignited the Extreme Yang Fire in his body.

Yao Rao suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Qi Bei. His skin was as red as blood, and his clothes were emitting smoke, causing the temperature in the entire cave to rise suddenly.

‘Could it be that he can’t withstand so much battle qi, causing it to collide inside his body? Or is it that the martial arts he practices are incompatible with the technique?’ Yao Rao thought anxiously. She originally had good intentions but didn’t expect that the technique she gave him would cause this unexpected reaction.

Seeing Qi Bei’s clothes turn into ashes and fall off, Yao Rao couldn’t sit still and walked towards him.

She took out a cold attribute crystal core and placed it on Qi Bei.

It seemed to have some effect, as Qi Bei’s fiery red body became a little lighter.

Qi Bei opened his eyes, and in the black pupils, two golden flames were flickering. He stared at Yao Rao like a hungry beast discovering food.

“Qi Bei, how are you?” Yao Rao asked, feeling afraid of Qi Bei’s gaze.

The golden flames in Qi Bei’s pupils flickered, and he rasped, “Go away please, don’t…worry about me…”

Yao Rao gritted her teeth and took out a jade box from her spatial ring, but before she could open it, Qi Bei let out a low roar and pounced on her like a wild beast, tearing her clothes frantically.

“Qi Bei, get away from me.” She shouted loudly, desperately trying to push Qi Bei away.

However, at this moment, Yao Rao’s magical power was exhausted. How could she push Qi Bei, who was in a state of madness?

Struggling for a while, Yao Rao stopped resisting. She knew that resisting was futile.

Qi Bei’s hard-as-iron lower body was rubbing against her, but he couldn’t find the entrance, making his madness more intense.

Yao Rao closed her eyes, flashing through the bits and pieces of their time together in her mind, and sighed. She cooperated and opened herself up.

If this was her fate, she was willing to bear it.

Feeling a tearing pain in her lower body, Yao Rao groaned, and two tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.

Her first time, she lost it to this boy, or rather, he should be called a man now. She endured Qi Bei’s brutal impact, biting her lips, and fresh blood seeped out.

At some point, a scorching airflow entered Yao Rao’s body from their union.

After wandering around, a more mellow and warm stream suddenly returned to Qi Bei’s body. The fiery red color on his body gradually began to fade, and his movements became gentle.

The pain in Yao Rao’s body also disappeared in the warm circulating air, and a strange pleasure rushed in waves. After their act of intimacy, they both fell asleep deeply, unaware that it was almost dawn and that Yao Rao’s cold poison had not recurred.

However, they also did not notice that for a moment, Qi Bei’s two hands were covered with densely packed golden scales, with gleaming sharp claws.

It must be said that women recover much faster than men in matters of intimacy.

When Yao Rao woke up, she found that her magic had already recovered, and was even stronger than before. She waved her hand and condensed a cold wind, turning the moisture in the air into ice.

The ice reflected her beautiful face, which was now rosy with a hint of spring still lingering in her eyes. Indeed, except for the discomfort below, her spirit had reached its peak.

Yao Rao covered Qi Bei with a robe and knelt beside him. He slept soundly with a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth, like a child.

She smiled and gently touched his face with her jade hand but retracted it instantly as if afraid of something. “My little man, I’ll wait for you to grow up!” she whispered. By “growing up,” she didn’t mean age, but strength. As a powerful mage herself, her man couldn’t be weak, or else her efforts to please her sect would be in vain.

Yao Rao stood up, leaving a few lines of text on the cave wall, and then disappeared from the cave.