I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon-Chapter 873 - 326: Director Xu’s Extraordinary Talent! Farewell, Paper Flying Girl!

Chapter 873: Chapter 326: Director Xu’s Extraordinary Talent! Farewell, Paper Flying Girl!

Chen Mo’s condition at this moment was quite strange.

His body was unbearably hot, accompanied by waves of cramping and agonizing pain, yet his consciousness seemed to float on clouds, with even sharper senses than before, a mix of pain and pleasure.

After undergoing multiple transformations through the Xuantian Canglong Transformation, Green Lotus Seed, and Military Dao Inheritance, he had thought his body was close to perfect, with no room for further improvement.

It wasn’t until he encountered this drop of True Dragon Blood that he realized how shallow his former understanding was.

"Dragon Qi exists within the earth veins, vastly different from the body’s meridians. To make it circulate like Primordial Qi, the flesh must transform into mountains, and the meridians into earth veins, to truly unleash the power of Dragon Qi."

"No wonder the first realm of the ’Ancient Spirit Charter’ requires shedding the shell."

"The body is like a cocoon, trapping the dragon inside leads to death; breaking the cocoon is the only way to prove infinity, this is what’s meant by destroying in order to create."

A hint of enlightenment rose in Chen Mo’s mind.

But this didn’t mean the previous tempering was meaningless.

If his body hadn’t been strengthened repeatedly, the Dragon Blood would have burst him as soon as it entered!

The reason the Black Dragon was willing to transfer the bloodline to him so readily was also because of this—being able to endure showed he was the right person; if unable to endure and the body exploded, that was his own choice, and the dragon had nothing to lose.

Buzz—

On the Spirit Platform, the Seven Dragon Constellations lit up one by one.

Golden little man sat suspended in the air, with a backdrop of flowing starlight.

Under the full sky of stars, blood-red patterns spread over the surface of his body, forming complicated totem-like designs, radiating a primal, wild aura.

"It seems the reason I haven’t turned into a Little Dragon Man is related to these Seven Dragon Constellations."

"Wait..."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning crossed his mind.

The Seven Dragon Constellations came from the ’Xuantian Canglong Transformation’; if he were to teach this cultivation technique to Chu Yanli, could it help suppress her alienation to some extent?

Though it’s a system reward and can’t be directly used by others, Chen Mo understood its content completely and could recite it word for word.

The problem is, the Azure Dragon Metamorphosis is obscure and difficult to grasp.

Chu Yanli can’t allocate points; she can only grind slowly, whether she can cultivate to perfection in this lifetime is uncertain...

"I suppose I can let her try; whether she succeeds depends on her own fortune."

"This way, she might stop fixating on me?"

Chen Mo pondered silently.

He would rather be the fake father to the Crown Prince than some Prince Consort...

At this time, Xu Qingyi lifted her head, her chest heaved, her eyes brimming with tears.

"What’s wrong?"

"Wuwuwu, I’m so tired..."

"..."

Chen Mo’s mouth twitched.

In this regard, Director Xu was really inexperienced, not only failing to alleviate the situation but making him even more uncomfortable, purely adding fuel to the fire.

"Actually, I’m okay; endure a bit longer and it’ll pass."

"Am I useless? Can’t even help with this little thing..." Xu Qingyi rubbed her eyes, feeling somewhat downcast.

"Not at all, you’ve done very well; it’s just that my current state is unusual." Chen Mo comforted her gently, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

Because his proficiency only increased by one-fifth, the degree of transformation was limited, and it was nearing completion; the restless Qi-Blood had gradually calmed down.

In its place was the fatigue from overdrawing his spirit.

Seeing his exhausted appearance, Xu Qingyi hesitated for a moment, then stood up, pulled him towards the bed, and pushed him onto the couch.

"Director Xu, what is this?" Chen Mo looked confused.

"Don’t worry about it, just rest well; you sleep your sleep, I’ll do my thing...also, no peeking..." Xu Qingyi blushed, slowly removing her outer garment, revealing a crimson bellyband underneath, embroidered with bright flowers in gold thread on her chest.

Under Chen Mo’s astonished gaze, she crossed her hands behind her back, untied the strings, and covered his face with the fragrant fabric.

Through the translucent brocade, a glimpse of her fair silhouette was vaguely visible.

Xu Qingyi’s eyes shimmered with mist, trying hard to recall the contents she’d read in the storybooks.

Though she hadn’t crossed that psychological barrier to take the final step, there were still some "crooked ways"...

"You can do it!"

Little Director encouraged herself, clenched her pink fists, secretly cheering herself on.

...

...

Chen Mo processed a vast amount of information, his consciousness hazy.

In a half-awake state, an indescribable feeling swept over him, even with his extensive experience, he struggled to maintain self-control.

Hiss?!

Director Xu’s rate of progress was astonishing!

Completely changed from before!

Could this be natural talent?

Chen Mo marveled internally; after a moment of indescribable tremors, fatigue overwhelmed him, and he drifted off into a hazy sleep.

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...

Uncertain how long had passed, Chen Mo slowly awakened, the fatigue gone, feeling reborn and light.

Looking up, the sky outside was dim, indicative of it being around 5 p.m.

Xu Qingyi was curled up against him, eyes closed, breathing evenly, still deep in sleep.

She seemed utterly exhausted.

"To achieve this extent is indeed challenging for her..."

Chen Mo gazed with affection, quietly withdrew, and pulled a thin quilt over her.

Then, with a wave of his hand, water vapor condensed in the air, forming a smooth mirror, clearly reflecting his own image.

The red totem on his skin had disappeared, his muscles well-defined, lines fluid, likened to marble sculpture, flawless, containing explosive energy.