Chapter 27: The Dragon’s Solution!
Though it sounded simple, using spiral force required an incredibly strong body. Otherwise, as Butler Mu had said, if one tried to wield starforce without sufficient strength, not only would it fail to harm the enemy, but it could also injure oneself.
Channeling the starforce within him, Yang Ye struck a distant boulder with his palm.
A thunderous boom erupted.
The massive underwater stone, harder than granite, was shattered to pieces by Yang Ye’s blow.
“The power of this strike is even greater than the one Zhao Fei used on me back then!” Yang Ye exclaimed in excitement, gazing at his right hand.
Butler Mu said calmly, “Young master, although your cultivation hasn’t reached the Stellar Realm, your combat power already far surpasses that of early Stellar practitioners.”
“Butler Mu, does that mean my husband and I can finally leave the Dragon Palace and go to the mainland?” Long Xiaoqing asked eagerly as soon as Butler Mu finished speaking.
Ever since she had gained a human body, Long Xiaoqing had been longing to explore life on land.
Butler Mu smiled, “Young mistress, you’ve reached your current limit and may return to the land. But before you leave, you must first consume this beast core.”
As he spoke, Butler Mu produced a red beast core and handed it to Long Xiaoqing.
A late-stage Stellar beast core.
The core was a deep red, much like the ruby Long Xiaoqing had found before.
Yang Ye’s eyes widened in surprise: it was a late-stage Stellar beast core!
Long Xiaoqing’s eyes also lit up at the sight, and she snatched it from Butler Mu’s hand.
“You may consume it now, young mistress,” Butler Mu said quietly to her.
Long Xiaoqing frowned, “Can’t I wait a little while before taking it?”
Butler Mu shook his head, “No.”
Left with no choice, Long Xiaoqing shot Yang Ye a helpless look, then swallowed the beast core.
Seeing her expression, Yang Ye felt a wave of emotion—this girl had actually wanted to save the core for him!
After she swallowed the core, a surge of powerful energy erupted from within Long Xiaoqing, then gradually faded.
The entire process took less than half an hour.
“Heh—” Long Xiaoqing opened her mouth and released a breath of gray-white impure air.
“Congratulations, young mistress, you’ve advanced another realm,” Butler Mu said, bowing slightly.
“Thank you, Butler Mu!” Long Xiaoqing replied gratefully.
After nearly two months of adapting to her new body, her expressions had become much more animated, no longer stiff and awkward as they were when she first inhabited her flesh.
“You’re too kind, young mistress,” Butler Mu replied gently. “This is simply my duty.”
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Under the cover of night, Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing left the underwater Dragon Palace.
Upon their departure, Yang Ye had already donned his flesh-wood disguise, transforming himself into a burly man in his thirties.
Once ashore, Yang Ye took out his phone and the contact book his master had left him.
After flipping through it, he found a number and made a call.
“How may I help you?” a young woman's voice answered.
“I need two sets of identification, both to be registered in the national database…” Yang Ye detailed his requirements.
After a brief silence, the woman replied, “We can fulfill your request entirely. The price is one million martial coins. Our account information will be sent to you shortly. Once payment is received, we’ll process everything immediately. We’ll need two photos and a delivery address in Xiajing…”
Shortly after the call, Yang Ye received a text message containing a Swiss bank account number.
He wired one million martial coins, then sent over the required photos and information for himself and Long Xiaoqing.
“Husband, why do we need to buy identification?” Long Xiaoqing asked curiously after Yang Ye completed the transaction.
Yang Ye patted her head with a smile. “Human society is collective in nature. From birth, everyone is assigned an identity. Without proper identification, we’re considered undocumented, and many things become very difficult. Besides, in three months, the secret realm will open. Without IDs, we wouldn’t even be allowed in.”
“Oh,” Long Xiaoqing nodded, half-understanding.
Still, the thought of having a human identity filled her with excitement and curiosity. She was a dragon, yet now she would live among humans as one of them—how thrilling!
Since they had come ashore on the eastern coast of Huaxia, the capital Xiajing was close by. By dawn, Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing were already in the city.
As the nation's capital, Xiajing was the largest city in Huaxia. Most of its residents were practitioners or their families, making it the most prosperous city in the world.
After entering the city, Yang Ye hailed a taxi to a nondescript street in the city center. There, in an inconspicuous print and copy shop, he collected the two IDs he’d bought for a million martial coins.
On his new ID, Yang Ye used his disguised appearance—his name was Ye Tianzu, age thirty-six, birthplace Yangcheng.
Long Xiaoqing’s ID showed her human form, with the name Long Xiaoqing and age twelve.
Holding an official human ID, Long Xiaoqing was overjoyed. She looked it over, then tucked it away into her pocket.
A man in his thirties, hand-in-hand with a young girl who looked every bit a little princess, strolling affectionately together—naturally, they drew everyone’s attention.
Many people cast envious and jealous glances at Yang Ye, some even cursing him inwardly for being a beast—how could he lay a hand on such a lovely girl?
In front of a clothing store, Long Xiaoqing tugged on Yang Ye’s arm, stopping him.
“Husband, the clothes in there are so pretty. Can we go in and buy a few?” she asked hopefully, pointing at the store window.
Yang Ye was surprised—Long Xiaoqing was a dragon, after all. How had she become as fond of new clothes as a human woman?
While he was still puzzled, Long Xiaoqing pulled him into the shop.
It was a high-end boutique, frequented by people of notable bearing.
“Ah, husband, this dress is so beautiful! I’m sure it would look wonderful on me!” Long Xiaoqing exclaimed with delight, running over to a pink dress.
Just as Yang Ye was about to agree, a stylish young woman in her twenties approached, frowning. She wore a white cheongsam-style miniskirt, a fur vest, and white leggings. She said, “Sorry, little girl! I saw this dress first. Besides, with your figure, it wouldn’t fit you anyway, would it?”
She wasn’t wrong—Long Xiaoqing was about 1.5 meters tall, and this dress was designed for someone at least 1.65 meters.
Long Xiaoqing just liked how it looked; she didn’t care whether she could wear it right away. Unwilling to back down, she replied, “I’m buying it. Can’t I just wait until I grow taller to wear it?”
“Husband~” She turned and called out.
Husband?
Everyone in the store stared at Yang Ye in disbelief.
Did they hear that right? This little girl actually called a man in his thirties her husband?
Yang Ye immediately stepped forward and addressed the stylish woman. “Sorry! Whatever my wife wants, she gets.”
As he spoke, he affectionately patted Long Xiaoqing’s head.
“Husband, you’re the best!” Long Xiaoqing jumped up and kissed Yang Ye on the cheek.
Their relationship, and the apparent age gap, shocked everyone around them.
Was this little girl out of her mind? And this man—wasn’t he just shameless?
The stylish woman stared, then eyed Yang Ye up and down with a sneer. “Uncle, do you even know where you are? In Xiajing, whatever I want, I get. You’d best step aside!”
A dull thud sounded.
A cry of pain followed.
Before the woman could finish her sentence, Long Xiaoqing punched her square in the face.
After knocking her down, Long Xiaoqing didn’t stop. She stepped forward and continued to pummel the woman with fists and kicks.
By the time the store clerks came to break it up, Long Xiaoqing had already finished. The woman lay on the floor, her face bruised and swollen, hair disheveled, sobbing in humiliation.
“Xiaoqing, why did you hit her?” Yang Ye asked, communicating silently.
Looking at him, Long Xiaoqing replied in kind, “Husband, in the dragon clan, whoever is stronger gets what they want, simple as that!”
“Well… that certainly is straightforward,” Yang Ye thought with a wry smile.