The entire Lingyin Sect might face a catastrophic disaster!
After doing all this, Chen Ye quickly walked to the bed.
Qing Jun was already burning and delirious.
She curled up on the bed, the silver light from within her already overflowing to the surface.
Transforming into a dreamlike silver glow, swirling around her body.
Looking closely,
This wasn’t ordinary spiritual light; it was a chain woven from countless ancient runes.
"So hot..."
As soon as Chen Ye touched her forehead, his fingers trembled.
"Mmm... Master... swelling... my head feels swollen..."
Qing Jun moaned in discomfort, her little hands absentmindedly scratching her head, twisting her body like a baby silkworm.
Chen Ye’s heart stirred, he held her small hand and looked closely.
In her silver hair, two small protrusions were slowly wriggling.
"What is this..."
Chen Ye held his breath.
Very soon.
Two translucent, crystal-like little horns broke through her skin, trembling as they emerged.
The horns were very small, only about an inch long, resembling coral with a subtle silver sheen, looking both mystical and cute...
No doubt, these were the legendary dragon horns!
"Why does Qing Jun have pink-white dragon horns... I remember the original plot had her with blood-red dragon horns."
But it wasn’t over.
At the moment the dragon horns grew out, Qing Jun felt something strange, she rolled over on the bed, kicking off the quilt.
"Rip—"
The soft sound of fabric tearing.
Chen Ye looked in the direction of the sound to see that something had suddenly pushed a hole through the back of Qing Jun’s loose dress.
Next.
A small tail covered in dense white scales slipped out of the hole agilely!
The tail’s tip also had a tuft of fluffy pink fur, wagging and tapping on the bed.
Dragon horns! Dragon tail!
Chen Ye took a sharp breath.
"This is an ancestral return! How could anyone hide this?"
Before.
Chen Ye once joked about Qing Jun being so proud that her tail would wag.
And now,
If she got proud again, she really would have a tail to wag!
"Hot... Master... uncomfortable..."
Qing Jun hadn’t realized her transformation, the newly grown little tail wrapping restlessly around Chen Ye’s arm, its cool scales brushing against his skin.
"Don’t be afraid, I’ll help you."
Chen Ye calmed his mind, no longer thinking too much.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, hands pressing against Qing Jun’s back, channeling his abundant spiritual power into her constantly.
This lasted for two days and nights.
The doors of Cangli Courtyard were tightly closed, with the array fully activated.
Chen Ye stayed by her side, constantly monitoring Qing Jun’s condition.
Though Mao Qingzhu was waiting for him at Baopu Peak.
Usually, this would be a time of romance and sweetness, where Chen Ye would normally go to Lanyue Pavilion for a cup of tea.
But this time, not even a transmission of divine sense was sent.
No other reason.
The little ancestor evolving in his arms must not be allowed to suffer the slightest mishap.
As for Baopu Peak, he couldn’t manage that right now; after all, as an instructor and a cultivator, occasional seclusion was permitted by the sect.
Besides, Mao Qingzhu was at Baopu Peak now, more than capable of teaching those disciples.
...
Until the second night deep.
The silver light on Qing Jun’s surface finally subsided, the two small horns on her forehead stopped growing, but still stood there, translucent.
The dragon tail behind her stopped wagging, now curling quietly by her legs.
"Phew..."
Chen Ye let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
At last... It’s suppressed.
"Mmm..."
At that moment, the little figure on the bed fluttered her eyelashes, and opened her eyes in a daze.
The originally dark eyes turned into vertical pupils, glowing gold, indifferent and majestic.
But in just an instant, the golden pupils quickly faded, returning to their original naive look.
Qing Jun blinked in confusion, looking at her tired master, sniffing:
"Master... why do you look older?"
Chen Ye: "..."
That’s because your Master stayed up all night!
"Awake?" Chen Ye pinched her cheek in annoyance, "How do you feel? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
"I feel..."
Qing Jun sat up, stretching lazily, with a series of crisp cracking sounds from her bones,
"I feel... so hungry! I could eat a whole cow!"
She said, habitually trying to scratch her head.
As her hand reached her forehead, she touched two hard things.
"Huh?"
Qing Jun was taken aback.
She touched it again.
Still there.
"Master..." Qing Jun widened her eyes, pointing to her forehead in horror, "Did I bump a big lump? It’s so hard!"
Chen Ye rubbed his forehead and took out a bronze mirror, handing it to her:
"See for yourself."
Qing Jun took the mirror and looked.
"Ah!!"
A scream nearly lifted the roof.
"Horns! I have horns!!"
Touching the two pinkish dragon horns, Qing Jun wasn’t scared at all; instead, her eyes lit up like lightbulbs,
"So majestic! Like...like the Dragon King in the storybooks!"
Then.
She felt something beneath her butt, reaching out to touch.
A white tail wrapped around her wrist smoothly, rubbing against it in a pleasing manner.
"Wow!!"
Qing Jun became even more excited, tossing her tail back and forth like she discovered a new toy,
"I also have a tail! Master, look! I have a tail! Qing Jun is just like Little Bai now!"
This girl...
Not scared at all?
Adapted so naturally?
Watching his little apprentice play happily with her tail, Chen Ye shook his head helplessly.
This carefree girl. All that worrying was for nothing!
"Stop swinging it."
Chen Ye reached out to hold the tail that almost whipped his face.
It felt slightly cool to the touch, with scales fine as jade, lacking any beastly stench, emitting a faint fragrance.
It made sense.
Qing Jun was a naturally holy True Dragon, incomparable to ordinary Demon Beasts.
His expression turned more serious, and he said solemnly:
"Qing Jun, these horns and tail are symbols of your bloodline and our biggest secret. In the sect, especially in front of outsiders, you absolutely must not reveal them, understand?"
"If bad people see them, they’ll capture you, lock you in a cage, draw your blood every day, pluck your scales, and saw off your horns to use as medicine!"
Chen Ye deliberately exaggerated the consequences.
Sure enough.
Upon hearing about her horns being "sawed off," Qing Jun shrunk her neck in fright, quickly covering the two pink little horns on her forehead:
"No! Qing Jun doesn’t want her horns sawed off! Master, save Qing Jun!"
"Then retract them."
Chen Ye guided her,
"Since your bloodline has awakened, there should be corresponding inherited memories, like how to transform. Think carefully."
The little girl nodded repeatedly.
She immediately closed her eyes, her small face turning red, little fists clenched tightly, making "mm—mm—" exertion sounds.
A moment later.
"Pop."
The two crystalline little dragon horns on her forehead retracted into the skin like mimosa shrinking.
And that tail also quietly turned into spots of silver light, merging into the base of her spine.
The little Dragon Girl with horns and a tail suddenly turned back into the harmless Little Qing Jun.
But upon closer look, her skin appeared fairer and more delicate than before, glowing faintly, and her big eyes seemed more lively and spirited.
"Retracted!"
Qing Jun touched her smooth forehead excitedly, then her butt,
"Master, Master! It really retracted! It didn’t hurt at all!"
"Not only can I retract them, but I feel like I can make them appear again whenever I want!"
Saying that, she focused her mind.
"Pop!" Out came the horns.
"Whoosh!" Out came the tail.
"Retract!" Gone again.
"Transform!" There it was again.
The little girl enjoyed playing to her heart’s content.
Watching this, Chen Ye’s eyelids twitched:
"Enough! Stop transforming! What do you think this is, a magic show? Remember, only when Master allows it can you transform them. Understood?"
"Got it, got it!"
Qing Jun nodded obediently, hurriedly retracting her horns and tail again.
Just after she retracted them.
Her master coughed once: "Ahem, um, Qing Jun, transform again, let Master observe closely."
The little girl squinted her eyes: "Master, do you want to play with Qing Jun’s tail too?"
"What nonsense! Master only wants to observe!"
Chen Ye spoke righteously, apparently, the little girl’s cheekiness was learned from him.
"Hmph! Clearly, Master wants to play!"
"You silly girl, are you transforming or not!"
"Wooo!"
Qing Jun let out a pitiful sound.
Under Master’s coercion and cajoling,
The little girl had no choice but to shamefully offer her tail, allowing Master to toy with it...