The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 28.1

 That night, a torrential downpour fell upon the Barren Lands once more. Thunder roared, and purple lightning seemed as if it would cleave the very earth asunder.

Deep within the Dragon Pool, a massive black dragon coiled upon a stone bed, its body enveloping Yu Xuanji entirely.

A thick dragon tail thrashed irritably against the bed’s surface. Its pitch-black, glossy scales were still slick with water, shimmering with a piercing light under the glow of the candles.

An exotic fragrance permeated the cave. Mermaid-fat candles burned intensely, sending thin trails of green smoke slowly into the air, mingling with the scent emanating from the woman and the dragon.

Yu Xuanji lay limp against the black dragon’s neck, her cheek pressed against that exceptionally bright, pitch-black inverse scale. Her hair was a tangled mess, her crimson lips parted slightly, and the fine hairs at her temples were completely drenched in sweat. Even lifting a single finger felt like a monumental effort.

Cang Lan’s long, supple dragon body wound around Yu Xuanji’s form, as if wishing to wrap the woman from head to toe. The scales on the tail slowly fanned open, gradually absorbing the sweat—saturated with that exotic fragrance—from the crevices.

The rhythm of the dragon tail hitting the bed slowed. The nimble tip of the tail slowly slid out from beneath the covers and transformed into a pair of long, slender legs.

Cang Lan threw on an outer robe and cast a cleansing spell, washing away the sweat from both herself and Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji’s eyes fluttered open slightly. She moved her lips as if she wanted to say something.

Cang Lan leaned in, pressing her ear close to Yu Xuanji’s mouth, only to hear a single word: “Thirsty.”

Her wrist was gently grasped by Yu Xuanji’s weak fingers. Cang Lan asked, “Is My Lady thirsty and in need of water? I will go pour some for you.”

Yu Xuanji let out a muffled hum from her nose, watching as Cang Lan turned to fetch spring water from the mountain stream.

The moment Cang Lan stepped out of the bedroom, the dragon began leaping and bounding about, unable to remain still. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her body filled with a restless energy she couldn’t vent, until she sent a palm strike through the air that shattered a mountain a hundred miles away.

Thunder rumbled and the rain grew heavier, pouring down upon the small demons who were scrambling home in a panic.

Cang Lan unclenched her palm to reveal two dragon scales she had plucked off herself not long ago. She had never imagined her tail could have such a “wonderful use.” Nor had she ever imagined that Yu Xuanji would actually use her tail to do that sort of thing.

The dragon scales were smooth; stroking them one way felt as soft and slick as silk, but if rubbed in the opposite direction, the more delicate the skin, the more one could feel their coarseness.

In her mind, the scene of Yu Xuanji clutching her neck while sitting upon her dragon tail remained vivid and clear.

Cang Lan shook her head violently, covering her face and fidgeting as she leaned against the stone wall.

Yu Xuanji… how could Yu Xuanji be so wicked…

Yu Xuanji had even said that her dragon saliva acted as an aphrodisiac, yet she had been swallowing her own spit for so many years and had never experienced a situation like Yu Xuanji’s.

Cang Lan was still trembling with lingering fear. The Yu Xuanji from earlier that day had been truly terrifying; even her gaze looked as though she wanted to devour her whole, frightening her so much she had wanted to turn into a dragon and flee far away.

But Yu Xuanji becoming like that was also her fault. She was the culprit behind this mess—though the Old Phoenix was an accomplice as well; who told her not to mention that dragon saliva had such a side effect?

The more Cang Lan thought about it, the angrier she became, tempted to go to Ming Huang’s house and cause a ruckus all night.

After fetching fresh water from the spring, Cang Lan carried the pitcher back to the bedroom. Yu Xuanji was sitting on the bed with her hair draped over her shoulders, leaning lazily against the headboard with a book in her hand.

Seeing the clothes strewn all over the floor, Cang Lan tossed them outside. She sat by the bed with a guilty conscience, tentatively touching Yu Xuanji’s hand. “My Lady, the water is here. Please drink some.”

Yu Xuanji took a sip from her hand, but her eyes remained fixed intently on Canglan’s.

Cang Lan felt uncomfortable all over under that gaze, fearing that Yu Xuanji was about to interrogate her for what had just happened.

Once Yu Xuanji finished the bowl of water, Cang Lan suddenly dropped to her knees before her, hanging her head in silence.

Yu Xuanji was stunned. “Alan, what are you doing?”

Cang Lan whispered, “My Lady, it is all my fault for making you end up like this.”

As she spoke, Canglan’s voice grew smaller and smaller. She stole a glance at Yu Xuanji with her peripheral vision and asked, “My Lady, does it… does it still hurt down there?”

The corners of Yu Xuanji’s lips curled up, her eyes filled with an expression of sated contentment. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just a bit stinging. The skin must have broken.”

Cang Lan looked up. “Then I’ll help you…”

Lick it?

Cang Lan’s heart skipped a beat. It was not long ago that she had licked the wound on Yu Xuanji’s fingertip, which had triggered this whole ordeal. If she used her tongue to lick there, wouldn’t they never be able to leave the bed again?

Yu Xuanji tilted Canglan’s chin up, her fingertip lightly scratching the soft, delicate skin. She asked with a smile, “Help me do what?”

Cang Lan shook her head guiltily. “Nothing!”

Yu Xuanji let out a slow sigh and said, “It doesn’t hurt much now. Earlier, I told you to try going in; why didn’t you listen to me?”

Cang Lan’s pupils shrank. She stammered, “I… I… my tail is too thick, it… it won’t fit…”

Yu Xuanji started to sit up, but the moment she moved, a sharp pain shot through her inner thighs, causing her to hiss and draw in a cold breath.

Cang Lan stood up and supported Yu Xuanji, helping her lie back down. “My Lady, don’t move. Just lie down. If there is anything you need, just tell me to do it.”

Yu Xuanji’s eyes flickered with a smile as she said, “Your tail is indeed too thick. Next time, just make it a bit smaller. However, you have other places you can use.”

Cang Lan held her hands out in front of her eyes, asking in a daze, “Surely My Lady doesn’t mean… my hands?”

Canglan’s fingers were long and beautiful, with well-proportioned knuckles. Because she had frequently held weapons in the past, there was a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips and palms. Though not soft to the touch, they felt powerful and strong.

Yu Xuanji nodded with satisfaction. Watching the faint flush creep across Cang lan’s face, she watched as the dragon girl set down the teacup and turned to flee, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

An zhi and Tinglan finally made it out of the desert before nightfall. They stood under a large tree to take shelter from the rain. A bolt of purple lightning struck the open ground before them, instantly cracking open a jagged, sprawling crater.

An zhi, holding her broken leg, crouched beneath the tree shivering. “Tinglan, what is wrong with the Barren Lands? Director Bai said it’s a desert here; it’s not supposed to thunder, and it’s definitely not supposed to rain.”

Tinglan looked up at the towering, ancient Bodhi tree that seemed to reach the heavens, her heart racing. “Could it be that a Dragon God has appeared in the Barren Lands? Could it be the very dragon our Master has been searching for?”

Anzhi shook her head. “That’s impossible, right? It’s a dragon, not a phoenix. A phoenix can attain nirvana and be reborn, but that dragon’s bones and meridians were completely destroyed back then. How could she still be alive?”

Tinglan said, “The world is vast and full of wonders. Perhaps there is a technique for resurrection here in the Barren Lands.”

Just as she finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck down from the tree, hitting Tinglan square on the head. She let out a scream, struggled for a moment, and collapsed. Her hair was blasted into the shape of a scorched black broom.

Anzhi burst out laughing at her. “Weren’t you just saying during the day that your stainless-steel body was stronger than mine? The moment lightning hits, you’re finished.”

Tinglan scrambled up from the ground and began searching for another place to hide.

The purple lightning lit up half the sky. In An zhi’s sight, a massive cave appeared. She pointed at it in surprise. “Tinglan, look! There’s a cave over there.”

Tinglan grabbed her wrist and ran toward the cave. Bolt after bolt of lightning struck behind them, and they managed to dive inside just as the final bolt crashed down.

As the two sat on the ground, An zhi noticed faint glimmers of light deep within the cave. Her lips trembled as she said, “Tinglan, we haven’t accidentally entered some monster’s den, have we? What if a monster comes out and eats us?”

Tinglan replied expressionlessly, “You’re a paper effigy and I’m a steel construct. We don’t even have flesh on our bodies. What is there to eat?”

An zhi sighed. “True. We’ve been dead for so many years; we’re basically half-Ghost Immortals now. What’s there to fear from a bunch of little demons?” She switched on a flashlight, peering curiously into the depths of the cave. “Tinglan, do you think there are treasures in here? Why don’t we go take a look?”

Tinglan shook her head. “Our most important mission is to find Master.”

An zhi urged, “But it’s windy, raining, and thundering outside. We can’t leave anyway. We might as well explore and see if there’s anything interesting. Who knows, we might find clues related to Master.”

Hearing this, Tinglan nodded and stood up. “Let’s go then.”

As they ventured deeper, the sound of trickling water grew clearer. Night-luminescent pearls larger than human heads were embedded in the stone walls, glowing brilliantly in the dark.

An zhi’s eyes went wide. “My god… the walls are covered in night pearls. How many years would a clam spirit have to cultivate to produce these?”

Tinglan whispered a warning, “Don’t touch anything. I have a very bad feeling about this.”

A slight tremor shook the cave. The water of the cold pool rippled, circles spreading outward from the center as two massive dragon horns slowly emerged from the surface.

In an instant, every night pearl on the stone walls went dark, one after another.

Sensing something was wrong, Tinglan fumbled in her bag for a flashlight. She called out to An zhi in a frantic whisper, “An zhi, something’s wrong! There’s something in the cave! Run!”

An zhi was near the pool. Just as she turned to run at Tinglan’s warning, she came face-to-face with two massive golden eyes. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, pinned down by an overwhelming dragon pressure.

Tinglan raised her flashlight. Upon seeing what was before them, her pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. She was forced to look up at the rising, giant dragon.

An zhi’s lips trembled; the dragon’s aura was so crushing she couldn’t even stand.

The giant dragon that had been lurking in the cold pool leapt entirely out of the water, rising nearly a hundred feet high, and exhaled a cold breath toward the two.

Tinglan was knocked to the ground by the sudden blast of air. Watching the dragon prowl through the air, circling its territory and sizing them up, a sense of dread filled her heart.

Perhaps from the moment they entered the cave, this dragon had been waiting at the bottom of the water, watching for its moment to strike.

Tinglan thought that she and An zhi were truly going to die here. To die without finding their Master—she couldn’t accept it.