619: Dragon Girl Qin Xue

This woman in the pale purple dress had a tight, curvaceous figure, a beautiful face, and emitted a faint, lingering fragrance.

Judging by the aura radiating from this woman in the pale purple dress, Yang Lingchen knew that her cultivation level had already reached the Peak of the Haotian Realm.

"Young Master Yang, Her Highness invites you," the woman in the pale purple dress said, bowing politely to Yang Lingchen.

"Her Highness? May I ask which princess?" Yang Lingchen frowned slightly.

"You will know once you arrive," the woman in the pale purple dress replied.

"Very well, please lead the way, miss," Yang Lingchen said in a deep voice.

He really could not refuse this so-called princess. After all, this was Sacred Dragon City; offending her would do him no good.

"Young Master Yang, please board the beast carriage!" The woman made a gesture of invitation.

Yang Lingchen did not hesitate and walked directly onto the luxurious carriage.

Led by the woman in the pale purple dress, the beast carriage traveled through several bustling streets and arrived in front of an extremely luxurious and grand Residence.

It was a Residence with a beautiful environment, noble and elegant; just looking at the exterior, it was clear that it was not a place for ordinary people to live.

After entering the Residence and passing through several luxurious halls, Yang Lingchen finally arrived at the back garden.

It was a picturesque back garden, surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers, with rockeries and lakes everywhere.

In a pavilion in the middle of the lake sat a woman with a graceful figure, dressed in a luxurious deep red dress.

Although she was resting quietly on a lounge chair, she exuded a captivating aura. Her thick, jet-black hair was tied up high, with two strands falling down the sides of her neck. Her sexy red lips looked like they were carved from jade, and her mesmerizing, beautiful eyes, along with a face so beautiful it seemed like a dream, made anyone who looked at her fall into a trance.

This woman, who was so beautiful she seemed unreal, was none other than the daughter most doted upon by the current Dragon Emperor, Long Qinxue.

"Your Highness, Young Master Yang has arrived," the woman in the pale purple dress said, bowing respectfully.

"You may leave!"

Long Qinxue parted her pink lips slightly; her voice was soft and melodious, like the sound of nature, making one involuntarily intoxicated.

"Yes, Your Highness," the woman in the pale purple dress replied before slowly retreating.

"Are you Yang Lingchen?" Long Qinxue asked, her voice beautiful and melodious, like an orchid in an empty valley, as her stunning eyes gazed at Yang Lingchen.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Yang Lingchen was inwardly shocked. The other party had clearly Cultivated a type of charm technique. Just one glance earlier, he had almost lost his mind. Fortunately, his reaction was quick, and he immediately activated the Vast Heaven Art, which allowed him to recover.

Seeing Yang Lingchen recover so quickly, Long Qinxue was secretly shocked. With her current strength, as long as she used a little bit of her charm technique, basically no one could wake up so quickly, unless their cultivation level was much higher than hers.

"Yang Lingchen, your performance in the first round of the Grand Competition today truly opened my eyes," Long Qinxue said, her demeanor elegant, her voice carrying a hint of irresistible charm.

"Your Highness, you flatter me. My cultivation level is low, and I am unworthy of your praise," Yang Lingchen said, neither humble nor pushy.

"There is no need to be modest. With your strength, entering the top ten would be an easy matter," Long Qinxue said, glancing at Yang Lingchen playfully.

"Your Highness, may I ask why you summoned me?" Yang Lingchen asked, his expression unchanged.

"Since you are so straightforward, I will speak plainly. You must win the champion of this Grand Competition. The rewards that belong to you will remain yours, but you must hand over the Heavenly Dao Realm space Cultivation Technique that the Dragon Clan rewards you with to me."

After Long Qinxue finished speaking, a powerful pressure radiated from her body.

Under this pressure, Yang Lingchen almost collapsed. He was inwardly shocked; he had not expected that her cultivation level had already reached the Heavenly Dao Realm Sixth Layer.

One must know that the Dragon Clan had always been a warlike race, and their true Combat Power was far superior to humans and other Yao Race of the same Realm. Yang Lingchen even had a feeling that Long Qinxue could easily destroy him with a simple wave of her hand.

"What if I don't win the champion?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"Good question," Long Qinxue said, raising her beautiful eyes, her voice soft. "I happen to be missing a pleasing eunuch by my side. If you don't win the champion, I will personally take the knife and castrate you completely."

As soon as Long Qinxue finished speaking, Yang Lingchen couldn't help but feel a chill in his crotch. He could tell that this woman was definitely not joking; if he didn't win the champion, she might really cripple him.

"I have one request," Yang Lingchen said.

"Speak!" Long Qinxue glanced at Yang Lingchen.

"If I win the champion, I want to make a copy of that space Cultivation Technique," Yang Lingchen said, gathering his courage.

"Very well," Long Qinxue said, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Come here."

"What... are you trying to do?" Yang Lingchen looked at her vigilantly.

"Take this. It records Long Aotian's Cultivation Technique and weaknesses. Study it well tonight; I hope you won't disappoint me." Long Qinxue took out a small booklet and handed it to Yang Lingchen.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yang Lingchen took the booklet.

"You may go!" Long Qinxue waved her hand, signaling that Yang Lingchen could leave.

"I shall take my leave."

Leaving the Princesss Mansion, Yang Lingchen finally let out a sigh of relief. The pressure of facing a woman like Long Qinxue was unimaginable.

Returning to the Divine Dragon Restaurant, the sky had already turned completely dark.

"Where did you go? Why are you only back now?" Wan Xixi asked.

"I just went for a walk!" Yang Lingchen said.

"Rest well, and make sure to do your best in the second round tomorrow!" Wan Xixi said with a smile.

"You too."

After saying that, Yang Lingchen entered his room, took out the booklet Long Qinxue had given him, and began to study it seriously.

Long Aotian was no ordinary person. His talent and Combat Power were far superior to others of the same Realm. Even within the entire Dragon Clan, his talent was among the best. Although his current cultivation level was only at the Peak of the Haotian Realm, his future achievements would be absolutely limitless.

Originally, Yang Lingchen had at most a fifty percent chance of defeating Long Aotian. Now that he knew the weaknesses of the other party's Cultivation Technique, his confidence had increased by another layer.

The next morning, the sunlight shone through the window into the room. Yang Lingchen exited the Haotian Space and pushed open the door.

After a night of careful deliberation and study, Yang Lingchen now had a sixty to seventy percent chance of defeating Long Aotian.

Led by Wan Qianqian, Yang Lingchen arrived once again at the War God Valley outside Sacred Dragon City.

Today was the second round of the Grand Competition. The top ten contestants from each major faction would select their opponents through a lottery system.

The lots were numbered from one to ten, with each lot representing a contestant from the Dragon Clan.

As the top-ranked contestant among all the Yao Race, Yang Lingchen was naturally the first to draw lots.

He did not think too much and randomly drew a lot, then handed it to Huo Guang, who was presiding over the Grand Competition.

Soon, everyone had finished drawing lots.

Yang Lingchen's opponent was a man named Long Kongkong, while Wan Xixi's opponent was a young man named Long Tianlei.

"Yang Lingchen, are you confident?" Wan Xixi asked.

"It shouldn't be a problem," Yang Lingchen said in a deep voice. "What about you?"

"I'm not very confident. Long Tianlei's strength is much greater than mine," Wan Xixi said, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with a hint of helplessness.

"Winning or losing is not that important. Just take care of yourself; leave the honor of Myriad Demon City to me!" Yang Lingchen comforted her.

"You too, take care of yourself," Wan Xixi said softly.