Read Novel Full Chapter 361 - Long Qianyao
Chapter 361: 361 - Long Qianyao
Qingyi barely needed a moment to realize that he wasn’t the only one attracted by those flags.
On the horizon, inside that deep forest, he saw a pair of deep, golden eyes, shining like the reflection of gold, illuminating a face with skin as pale as snow, so beautiful and delicate that he believed his eyes were deceiving him.
In her thin, delicate arms, covered by sleeves so long they touched the ground, strangely unsoiled, she carried a sword comically large for her body, its blackened metal gleaming softly.
Her pure white hair was elegantly styled, a pair of golden horns decorating it, not unlike those sported by the patriarch of the dragon people.
She wore a luxurious, long white dress, with a neckline revealing a pair of pale, soft mountains, their size second only to that of Elize, Isabel and Ruxue; large, heavy, yet firm and full, swaying gently with every movement.
Around her slender waist, a black corset clung. Like the black edges of the pure white dress, it was decorated with gold, the image of a serpentine dragon stretching across it.
Qingyi’s eyes only stopped when they reached her long, elegant legs, when he flashed a gentle smile, observing that woman’s information screen.
[Name: Long Qianyao
Age: 19 (Chronological: 178,098)
Corruption: 0/100
Chastity: Intact
Lust: 0%
Talent: Incomparable genius
Reward: Incalculable.
Cultivation: third stage of the false immortal realm.
Spiritual roots: Transcendent Level Two-Colored Spiritual Root (sword and metal. ) (suppressed, original: {{access denied}})
Lineage: Lineage of the eternal life Golden Sun Dragon (Grade: transcendent) (suppressed, original: {{access denied}})
Constitution: Immortal draconic body (Grade: transcendent) (suppressed, original: {{access denied}})
Traits: Faithful, true-blood golden dragon, child of heaven, wise, elegant, calm, composed].
The moment he looked at that woman’s status screen, Qingyi’s eyes fluttered gently.
She was, in fact, the daughter of the patriarch of the dragon people, a real dragon.
Obviously, many things caught his interest; firstly, her age.
’Nineteen is her biological age... as for her chronological age... does that mean she was born before Ruxue?’
Qingyi couldn’t help but be shocked.
A being born almost two hundred thousand years ago, but who was, in reality, only 19 years old.
Long Qianyao’s beautiful golden eyes remained fixed on Qingyi’s for a brief moment, a soft pink appearing on her cheeks while her full cherry lips displayed a gentle smile.
Her nose, small and delicate, smelled blood.
"Father always said that black dragons are violent and vicious while white ones are too arrogant to realize their own power and understand their own actions..."
She spoke, her voice feminine and high-pitched, but not too high-pitched, a perfect balance that was pleasing to the ear.
The cadence of each word that escaped her lips was perfect and clear, like a slow, gentle symphony.
Qingyi didn’t reply, just watching her as she moved her huge sword.
The sharp, heavy tip dragged on the ground as her small, delicate fingers clung to the crude handle.
Without hesitation, she swung her sword in an upward attack, the tip opening a tear in the ground, the small grooves and cracks surrounding the cracked blade glowing a deep gold.
They were more than a hundred meters away, but her attack still hit Qingyi with full power, a sharp blade of golden Qi moving close to the ground, opening a deep cut and hitting the heaven-defying thunder sword.
"Powerful..." Qingyi exhaled, feeling his feet sink into the ground, his muscles tensing and the blade of the heaven-defying thunder sword whistling with the impact.
Just one attack, short and casual, but it was enough for Qingyi to get a clear sense of its power.
His current self had nothing to fear, but if it was the him from before he trained with Tai’Ren and made his recent advances...
He was sure, he wouldn’t be able to defeat her.
Flashing a faint smile, he advanced towards Qianyao, whose beautiful face showed a slight surprise.
Her huge breasts bounced as she arched her back, her face coming within inches of Qingyi’s before she managed to retreat, leaving a trail of her sweet floral scent behind.
It didn’t come from any perfume, just the natural scent of her body.
"You must be Long Qingyi... father commented on you," Qianyao said, her face slightly flushed as she straightened her sword.
"I’m glad that young Miss Qianyao has already heard from me, although I apologize for the... unpleasant first meeting," Qingyi smiled, his eyes studying every bit of that woman.
Had he ever seen anyone more perfect beneath the heavens?
No... not that he could remember...
"Shall we continue?" she asked, ignoring Qingyi’s apology.
"Yes," the handsome young man nodded.
Their bodies became nothing but blurs, their blades meeting with powerful shockwaves, each stronger than the last.
Qingyi couldn’t help but be amazed at how well Qianyao moved, even with that huge sword.
Each of her attacks knocked down dozens of trees, her delicacy brought out with frightening power.
Even the sway of her breasts inside her dress was perfectly balanced, the large, pale twin mountains sometimes meeting with soft pops, shockwaves spreading through the vast flesh that calmed down only to be moved by the next wave of attack.
They didn’t go so far as to call up their lineage projections.
Neither found it necessary, just enjoying the touches of their swords and the craters they created with each encounter.
’Let’s see if you’re ready for this...’ Qingyi smiled softly, using the first form of the Storm Monarch’s sword art, an ethereal blade filled with thunderous lightning, tearing through the air at terrifying speed.
Qianyao only curved her body, narrowly dodging Qingyi’s attack.
But given what happened next, she would rather not have dodged it.
The shockwave of the attack came immediately afterwards, her robes fluttering, a high-pitched, sweet, soft squeal echoing out, a sound she never believed she would be able to produce in her life.
Her cleavage had opened with the shockwave, her large, round, pale tits jutting out, meeting each other with a wet, obscene slap, the pink nipples hardening in the air.
Qianyao immediately dropped her sword, falling to her knees and grabbing the corners of her cleavage, pushing them towards the center of her chest.
Her hands squeezed the twin mountains, sinking into the soft skin as she closed her eyes, blushing deeply.
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