Chapter 155 - 101: The Young Lord Offers Dragon Blood, an Overnight Dragon Gate Jump, a Traceless Spring Dream

Chapter 155: Chapter 101: The Young Lord Offers Dragon Blood, an Overnight Dragon Gate Jump, a Traceless Spring Dream

His breathing suddenly grew heavy. In the dim glow, a pair of brilliant golden eyes—at once aloof and scorching—fixed upon the veiled, cloaked woman before him, a look of craving filling their depths.

’Hungry...’

’So hungry...’

’Eat her...’

This was not carnal desire, but an instinctual urge—the same primal impulse that drives a starving person to seek food.

Seeing this gaze—as if he were seated upon a Throne, looking at her as ’food’—Bai Shuo’s cheek twitched.

"Hm?"

’Damn kid. He drinks a few drops of my Dragon Blood and suddenly thinks he’s a True Dragon? That look in his eyes! Even if the offense was unintentional, it still infuriated me. In the past, I was always the one, by virtue of my noble bloodline, to secretly look down on others with such a gaze.’

’How have the tables turned on me now?’

However, watching Ji Xiu’s muscles, bones, blood, and Qi being rapidly consumed... Bai Shuo couldn’t bear it. She moved to raise a jade-like finger, intending to draw a few more drops, and muttered to herself:

"Oh, fine, fine. I did say I’d help you achieve the Mortal Transformation: Soaring Dragon Gate and break your body’s Second Great Limit. If I go back on my word, my reputation—Young Master Bai of the Water Monarch’s Mansion—will be ruined..."

"It’s only a few drops, after all. Sigh... wait, what are you doing!?"

BANG! CRACK!

Ji Xiu and Bai Shuo had been sitting across from each other on the bed, a low table set between them, but...

As Ji Xiu lunged, Bai Shuo’s eyes flew wide. The table crashed over, the jade cup shattered, and then the young man before her—like a taut bowstring suddenly snapping—seized her pale wrist and pushed her down!

In an instant, her veil was torn away. A strange, painful sensation bloomed from her finger.

Pinned down, her dark hair splayed out, Bai Shuo’s face was revealed: a maiden’s countenance, skin like polished jade, eyes a deep blue. Her brow furrowed, adding a touch of heroic intensity to her shocked and furious expression.

"You scoundrel, I...!"

’I just licked that wound clean!’

’And now you’re sucking and gnawing on it, you...!’

She gritted her teeth. Faint, glowing blue patterns began to appear on her slender neck.

But before Bai Shuo could get serious and teach this audacious fellow she’d only just met a lesson, a wave of unprecedented weakness washed over her, leaving her feeling powerless and dizzy.

’What’s happening...’

Her hand fell limply. She could only watch helplessly as Ji Xiu latched onto her finger, gulping down her Dragon Blood without pause. Bai Shuo felt half of her arm go numb, as if paralyzed!

Her face paled.

’He’s taking so much...’

"Aren’t you afraid you’ll burst!?"

She gritted her teeth, dark hair in disarray, pinned to the bed by Ji Xiu. She watched as his aura surged, his once-withered body reviving with a brilliant light. His very bones and sinews were beginning to transform, taking on the color of glazed jade...

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she forgot her earlier indignation.

"Hey, if you keep this up... you’re going to suck me dry!"

At that moment, despair filled Bai Shuo’s heart.

’A few drops?’

’As if a few drops could ever satisfy this kid!’

For a moment, Young Master Bai of the Water Monarch’s Mansion was filled with regret. ’I never should have been so reckless... Losing this much blood... and this is just the beginning. To reach the state of ’bones like glazed jade’ and ’Blood-Melting Gold,’ this will have to happen several more times!’

The very thought made Bai Shuo feel faint.

’This Ji... he wears human skin, but what in the world is he underneath?’

’All those from the Water Race and the Ten Thousand Spirits who have inherited the Mortal Transformation: Soaring Dragon Gate are peerless geniuses, but I’ve never heard of anyone absorbing Dragon Blood so perfectly!’

’If he achieves the Nine Transfigurations of Dragon Blood, what kind of foundation will that even create...’

’Could he even form a True Dragon Bone, unique to us Dragon Descendants, and derive his very own Treasure Skill!?’

She watched as the shadow of a jiao-dragon over Ji Xiu’s arched spine began to transform...

Unable to stop him, Bai Shuo had one last thought before passing out.

CREAK, CREAK!

Meanwhile, outside.

Qingtuan, peeking through a crack in the door, saw all of this with wide eyes.

"Whoa, Miss..."

"Are you two really that passionate? Going at it so intensely?"

Despite the freezing weather, she didn’t feel the cold at all. Instead, she listened with relish, pulling out a small booklet. Her eyes shone as she studied the details within, murmuring softly with a hint of regret:

"Ah, well. Since the Miss has her eyes on him, I guess he’s off-limits for me."

"I suppose I’ll have to start calling him ’Young Master-in-Law’ soon..."

...

Snow fell heavily from the sky. Huang Xiuwen had been waiting since dusk, and now night had fallen.

For more than a double-hour.

He watched the main gates of the County Yamen swing shut, still in disbelief. He looked at the government constable before him, pointed to his own nose, and asked again, refusing to accept it:

"You’re telling me... Brother Zhao Jiu refuses to see me?"

The government constable saw the man’s noble bearing and didn’t dare to offend him. But with orders from his superior, he stood unusually straight.

"Our County Magistrate has already retired for the night. Coming here in this freezing weather... are you just looking for trouble?"

"Now, off with you!"

CRUNCH.

Huang Xiuwen’s fists clenched so tightly they audibly cracked. He staggered back two steps and steadied himself on his old servant Old Huang’s arm. His eyes lowered as he gritted his teeth.

"Fine. Just fine."

"Let’s go! To the Wind and Cloud Association! We’ll see Feng Zhengming!"

With that, he climbed directly into his sedan chair.

As the sedan chair moved off toward the East Street Fire Kiln, Huang Xiuwen’s anger flared. He threw open the curtain, looked down at the waiting servants, and furiously slapped the window frame.

"This is outrageous! Simply outrageous!"

"Old Huang, that Zhao Jiu! He’s completely turned his back on me!"

"Back in the Prefecture City, he knew my grandfather raised me by hand, that I was the heir to the Medicine Shop! He was always inviting me for drinks, his arm around my shoulder, spouting off about ’brotherly bonds’ and ’just call if you need anything’..."