Chapter Twenty: The Ninth Heaven

Ling’er rolled over and landed beside Jiang Xiaotian. She stretched out her little head and sniffed him, then instantly recoiled like a startled cat, her eyes full of terror. “You cheated! You smell like other women! I’m so pitiful! I’ve been betrayed!”

With those words, she covered her face and began to cry.

Jiang Xiaotian twitched his mouth. This woman really was something else.

“Stop watching so many soap operas, will you? You’re a dragon, sister. Can’t you act like one?”

“Oh? Haha, you reminded me—I almost forgot. If I turn into a dragon, I doubt your little neighborhood could contain me,” Ling’er replied, a bit smug.

Jiang Xiaotian chuckled. He didn’t believe a word of it. All talk!

Jokes aside, as he was about to return to his room, Ling’er grabbed him. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to practice Dragon Fist. We’re about to leave for a long journey, aren’t we?” Jiang Xiaotian replied, feeling a dizzy spell wash over him.

Ling’er said nothing. She hooked her finger through his shirt and dragged him into the room, tossing him onto the bed. “Sleep. Do you know, you’re on the verge of losing your life?”

Jiang Xiaotian wanted to complain, but her words stunned him.

He quickly recounted everything that had happened.

Ling’er clicked her tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lust is a blade hanging over your head, boy. The trace of spiritual energy I gave you, you didn’t cherish—you handed it over to someone else. If you don’t die, who will? Go to sleep. If you can open your eyes tomorrow, you’ll live.”

“What if I can’t?” Jiang Xiaotian asked, trembling.

Ling’er laughed. “Don’t you have a master who just died? If you can’t open your eyes, you can go join him.” Though she smiled, Jiang Xiaotian found her increasingly terrifying.

Within three seconds, he stripped, got under the covers, and switched off the light with a slap.

“I’m going to sleep. Good night! Love you!”

Ling’er pinched his face in annoyance for a while before leaving.

Outside the room, looking at the tightly closed door, Ling’er was torn between laughter and tears.

Should she call this big fool brainless, or simply too kind?

Late at night, Ling’er quietly infused another trace of spiritual energy into him.

The Dragon’s Breath technique began to stir again, and his pallid complexion gradually regained color.

This fellow never gave her a moment’s peace!

All night, Jiang Xiaotian was anxious, but he slept deeply—he truly was exhausted.

He even dreamed that his recently departed master invited him to join him on the road, scaring Jiang Xiaotian out of his wits. Fortunately, Ling’er barreled in halfway through and kicked the master away.

Dreams are always strange, but sometimes, they reflect reality.

Early the next morning, with a nervous heart, Jiang Xiaotian opened his eyes.

Then, the whole villa was filled with his shouts: “I’m alive! My eyes opened!”

In truth, he was never at risk of dying—Ling’er just wanted to scare him. But for a cultivator, losing spiritual energy is no different from death. Without her intervention, he wouldn’t recover on his own for at least ten days or more.

Jiang Xiaotian had no classes that day, and specially prepared breakfast for Ling’er.

Seeing him so considerate, Ling’er was quite satisfied and reminded him, “By the way, that girl you mentioned yesterday—don’t meddle in her affairs anymore.”

Jiang Xiaotian blinked, not quite understanding.

Ling’er knew that if she didn’t explain, this fool would never listen, so she spoke plainly. “Listen, sometimes your people treat girls as cauldrons for martial cultivation, forcibly boosting their own power through them.”

Jiang Xiaotian was bewildered. “Huh? What does that mean? What happens to the girl?”

Ling’er herself wasn’t too clear, but from Ye Wan’er’s situation, it was obvious she had been cultivated as a cauldron. The chaotic energy in her body was her ‘owner’s’ way of marking her as his own, warning others not to interfere.

“In any case, she’ll either die or become an idiot. And now you’ve expelled the energy from her body, her owner will definitely notice. When he comes to find you, I won’t help!” Ling’er spoke the truth, not out of coldness.

She was a dragon, and relations with humans were never close, so she wasn’t about to get involved.

But Jiang Xiaotian protested, “Ah! How can that be! She’s my brother’s wife’s best friend—I can’t just stand by!”

Ling’er laughed again. “Even if you want to help, you can’t. Martial cultivation in your world has its tiers. Someone capable of such things is at least at the peak of external strength. Dragon Clan’s Nine Heavens—if you reach the first level, you might have a chance, but with your current strength, you’re just going to be cannon fodder! Enough! Stop thinking about it! Just keep making breakfast for me! I won’t treat you unfairly, love you!”

Jiang Xiaotian said nothing. After breakfast, he suddenly asked, “How can I reach the first level?”

Ling’er instantly became unhappy, kicking and biting at him. “Jiang Xiaotian! What do you mean! You said you’d protect me well, and now you ask how to reach the first level just so you can protect another woman! Scoundrel!”

Damn, this dragon really has been brainwashed by TV dramas!

As they bickered, Jiang Xiaotian’s phone suddenly rang. When he answered, he was told he could go pick up his car!

Ling’er immediately forgot all about cheating and scoundrels. She hurriedly changed clothes, grabbed Jiang Xiaotian’s arm, and rushed out.

“Hurry, hurry! Driver! Driver! My car has arrived! Go get it! Come on, Jiang Xiaotian, take me for a spin and I’ll teach you how to reach the first heaven!”

Jiang Xiaotian was stunned—do dragons have no limits?

If not for the fear of making headlines, Ling’er would have transformed into her dragon form and flown straight over.

At the moment she received the car, her eyes shone like stars, lovingly caressing it as a mother would her child.

Jiang Xiaotian hadn’t driven in a long time, but being a guy, he had the knack. He took Ling’er for a drive around Beihai all morning.

The two were having a great time, but meanwhile, their ‘neighbor’ Chen Yu looked as though he’d swallowed poison.

Because when Ye Wan’er arrived today, he noticed all the energy he’d left on her had vanished!

Ye Wan’er couldn’t have done this herself—it was obvious someone was trying to take his prize!

“Wan’er, pack your things today. An old friend of mine passed away, and I need to attend the funeral. Come with me.”

After speaking, his gaze turned cold once again.

He hadn’t wanted to get involved—the old man’s death was suspicious—but now, he had no choice.

If you think you can take something from me, Chen Yu, no matter how strong you are, you’ll pay dearly!