Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 1011 - 422: "Thirsty, Aren’t You?

"Zhi... Zhiyu?"

Dongfang Xinglan looked at the sight before her with doubt, seeing Zhiyu standing mid-air, now more than two meters tall. Could this little girl grow taller?

And so much taller too?

Looking at her height, she must be close to two meters and twenty centimeters, right?

How did she suddenly grow so tall? Or is this her original form?

Dongfang Xinglan was slightly lost in thought, and the next second, the Dragon Soul beneath her let out a sharp explosion: "Who told you to take it? Who told you to take it?! Give it back to me!"

Dongfang Xinglan looked down and discovered that the two fragments originally inside the Dragon Soul had disappeared... clearly, they’ve been taken by Zhiyu.

"It was mine in the first place, why should it be returned to you?"

Zhiyu, surrounded by dark dragon qi, looked down at the Dragon Soul, with her Immortal Clothes growing around her, becoming more apparent with her size change.

At this moment, in Zhiyu’s different-colored eyes, there was no longer the usual naivety; only the authority of someone overlooking all living beings.

Her fair hand lightly raised, and between her fingertips, a fragment of the dark Candle Dragon Eggshell danced like a small fish, happily swimming in her palm.

The woman above the Dragon Soul watched Zhiyu intently, pondering, "Just consuming a piece of the Candle Dragon Eggshell fragment, and she’s no longer foolish... what logic is this?"

While she was contemplating, she spoke in a somber tone: "If it weren’t for us, how could you have such a pure ancestral bloodline now?"

"Heh..." Zhiyu gripped the eggshell fragment in her hand: "You all, after the Ancestor Dragon left, divided and consumed the only unhatched bloodline it left behind to enhance your own bloodline... and this is your so-called achievement?"

"You..."

The Dragon Soul wanted to say more, but Zhiyu interrupted her simply by raising a hand, saying lightly: "What you say no longer holds any meaning to me...

I still have Master’s task to complete, right, Sister Xinglan?"

Dongfang Xinglan looked at Zhiyu strangely; before, when Zhiyu called her "sister," she didn’t think much of it, but now it felt odd hearing it from this version of Zhiyu.

She just nodded, and saw Zhiyu’s hands knead and mangle the Dragon Soul like dough, amidst which cries and pleas could be heard but soon vanished without a trace, leaving only a cluster of golden light suspended in Zhiyu’s palm.

Even though destiny is something vague and hard to see with the naked eye, Dongfang Xinglan felt a certain emperorship-like aura within it, superior even to dragon qi.

It seemed just observing it allowed her to lay eyes on the entire 172 States of the Eastern Dynasty.

"Sister Xinglan, it’s for you."

Zhiyu handed the light over, and Dongfang Xinglan looked up at her: "Does he really not need it?"

Zhiyu shook her head: "Master wants Sister Xinglan to have it."

Hearing "Master" coming from Zhiyu’s mouth with her current appearance and height made Dongfang Xinglan feel like identities should be swapped, but she didn’t say more and accepted the light.

The instant her fingers touched the light, a golden dragon qi rose within her, and with a resounding dragon roar, it merged with the light, gradually integrating into Dongfang Xinglan’s body.

Meanwhile, Zhiyu pointed a finger at the Sky Dome, activating the Dragon Breath Dongfang Xinglan previously coaxed from the Dragon Soul’s hands.

Though Dragon Breath isn’t as precious as Dragon Blood, it is still a treasure containing the dragon’s blood and qi, and is perfect for Dongfang Xinglan’s current cultivation needs.

The Star Power of the Southern Dipper Star System was the first to descend, followed closely by the rumbling sound of an impending Heavenly Tribulation.

Dongfang Xinglan gazed upward; for her, Opening the Dao Palace wasn’t a difficult task, as from the onset of cultivating the Ten Directions Breathing Technique, she’d been tempering her body with Star Power, accumulating for quite some time.

But the Heavenly Tribulation worried her a bit.

She’d previously overcome the Physical Body Tribulation, but what about after that?

According to Lu Jin’an, the body cultivators of the past faced the Seven-Nine Thunder Tribulation, but today, it’s the Ninety-nine Thunder Tribulations. She hadn’t even touched the Qi Cultivation System yet—could she make up for it now?

Even if she could, there just wasn’t enough time.

The Qi Cultivation System is not something that can be rushed in a short time.

If it could be rushed, the Human Clan would have been invincible by now.

Nevertheless, she quickly reeled in her thoughts, for she was a body cultivator, and should proceed as such... first, open the Dao Palace within her!

At this thought, Dongfang Xinglan focused all her attention on her second Dao Palace.

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Within a room strewn with disarrayed clothing, a passionate and fiery scent seemed to permeate every corner.

The bed, a mess of rumpled sheets and scratch marks, felt like it was being caressed by a light drizzle, and casting a gaze toward the headboard, one could see a pair of pale and snow-like hands, with jade-like long fingers, bracing against the wall, occasionally slipping then pressing up, leaving behind chaotic imprints.

A figure with an exquisite, curvy, and graceful form, wearing black-silk stockings, tipped on the balls of their feet, two elegant legs stretched straight, shrouded seemingly by a layer of mysterious mist, revealing glimpses of fair and rosy skin.

Xue Yu’s skin outlined charming curves, with her flowing locks dancing about, a fragrant breeze was enticing.

The weather was understandably warm this time of year, making Lu Yunzhu’s skin show clear droplets of alluring sweat, as if pooling in her cute waist dimple.