Chapter 10: The First Transformation Of The Divine Dragon

Chapter 10: The First Transformation Of The Divine Dragon

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 practitioners 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.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

At this moment, Qi Beis 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 couldnt 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 Beis mind. He never thought that the Extreme Yang Fire would come so quickly.

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

Qi Beis hard-as-iron lower body was rubbing against her, but he couldnt 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 Beis brutal impact, biting her lips, and fresh blood seeped out.

At some point, a scorching airflow entered Yao Raos body from their union.

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

The pain in Yao Raos 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 Raos cold poison had not recurred.

However, they also did not notice that for a moment, Qi Beis 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, Ill wait for you to grow up! she whispered. By growing up, she didnt mean age, but strength. As a powerful mage herself, her man couldnt 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.