Ya Fei slapped away Xiao Jietian's wandering hand and stood up. She turned toward the silver-white little dragon and beckoned lightly.
"Transform again."
"She can already transform?" Xiao Jietian had only just spoken when he remembered—an eighth-tier magical beast was naturally capable of taking human form.
A brilliant light enveloped the Heavenly Thunder Dragon's body. When the glow faded, a petite girl stood in her place.
She wore a simple yet elegant silver dress. Her height was roughly the same as Qing Lin's had been when they first met—small and delicate.
Yet her figure carried a striking contradiction: a slender frame paired with surprisingly full curves, like a fragile branch heavily laden with fruit.
Her facial features were exquisite, with a faint trace of baby fat still softening her cheeks. Long silver hair streaked with strands of crimson cascaded down her back, and her eyes were a vivid, crystalline blue—like a living doll brought to life.
Most eye-catching of all were the pair of small silver dragon horns curving gracefully from her head—neither too long nor too short, perfectly proportioned.
*A little dragon loli…?*
Xiao Jietian immediately asked the system in his mind: "What's going on? Is this how she looks right after hatching?"
**Host, magical beasts mature differently from humans. She was actually born quite some time ago, but required an extremely long incubation period inside the dragon egg. Only after certain conditions were met could she break free. In human terms, her current mental and physical maturity is equivalent to approximately sixteen years old.**
Xiao Jietian narrowed his eyes slightly.
'System… where exactly did this dragon egg come from?'
**When you need me you call me Elder System; when you don't, I'm just 'system brat' again, huh?**
**Relax. The origin is confidential, but every channel was legitimate. No need to worry about vengeful dragon parents showing up at your door.**
Hearing that, Xiao Jietian finally exhaled in relief.
If this little one had been poached from some ancient dragon nest, he really didn't want to deal with a furious ninth- or even tenth-tier parent dragon descending for revenge.
"Hmph. You really do have peculiar tastes," Medusa suddenly remarked, arms crossed. "No wonder you're always making us wear those strange outfits—rabbit ears, fox tails… and sometimes you even make me revert to my snake tail on purpose."
Yun Yun, Little Fairy Doctor, and the others immediately pouted in unison.
*You're the one who complains the loudest, Queen Medusa, yet you were also the first to cave under his sweet words and put on the costume—then you dragged the rest of us down with you!*
Truly worthy of being the classic tsundere queen. Her logic might be shaky and her momentum weak, but her stubborn mouth never stopped running—until she inevitably got "punished" first and fastest, causing everyone else to suffer collateral damage.
After a quick, silent exchange of glances, the women pounced on Medusa and began tickling her mercilessly.
Watching his main wives playfully torment each other, the newly transformed little dragon girl—Xiao Huiying—stood frozen, her head tilted in complete confusion. All of this was far beyond her newborn understanding.
Xiao Jietian beckoned to her gently.
She hurried over and stood obediently in front of him.
He reached out curiously, fingers brushing toward the small silver dragon horns on her head to see if they felt real.
Xiao Huiying instinctively flinched for a split second—but realizing it was her master, she stilled and allowed the touch.
The moment his fingertips made contact, there was no expected chill of scales or horn. Instead, they felt warm, smooth, and faintly jade-like.
"Mmm~"
The instant he gave a light squeeze, Xiao Huiying let out a soft sound. Her entire body went limp, knees buckling as though every ounce of strength had evaporated.
Xiao Jietian quickly caught her, letting her lean against his chest before lifting her small frame and settling her comfortably on his lap.
"Indeed… they're real," he murmured, studying her reaction with both curiosity and a trace of deeper interest.
"Ma~ster~" Xiao Huiying tilted her head, cheeks flushed crimson. Her voice came out in the tiniest whisper. "These little dragon horns… are innate to me. They're… my most sensitive spot. No one else is allowed to touch them. But… if it's Master… you can touch them anytime you want."
After she finished speaking, her face burned so hot she buried it against his chest.
In her inherited memories, only a destined mate was permitted to touch a dragon's horns. But Xiao Jietian was her master—she belonged to him completely. So of course her horns were his to touch.
Xiao Jietian smiled softly at her words. He withdrew his hand and stroked her silver-red hair instead, his gaze filled with gentle indulgence.
"Can you retract them?"
If this was a fatal weak point, he couldn't allow it to remain exposed during battle.
"I can." She nodded quickly. "The Mistresses said… Master would like this look… so I kept them out."
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, muffled against his robes. If he weren't a cultivator, he might not have caught the words at all.
"Good. When you're outside or in dangerous situations, retract them. Exposed horns could attract trouble—or worse, leave you vulnerable. We can't have that."
He continued to gently stroke her hair, careful not to return to the horns for now. Any more stimulation and she might simply melt into a puddle in his arms.
Xiao Huiying felt the genuine concern behind his words. Warmth bloomed in her chest. She nodded vigorously, silver-red hair swaying.
The women, who had finally finished tormenting Medusa, now crowded around to watch.
"Look at him. I told you Xiao Jietian is a bad guy."
"Exactly. Always coming up with strange ideas. Look how perverted he is right now."
"Right! Even a pervert like me thinks *he's* perverted."
"Fei'er, you finally admit it!"
"..."
Xiao Jietian's forehead darkened with black lines.
"When you gossip about me, at least do it somewhere I can't hear. I'm not deaf."
The six women immediately swarmed to his side, snorted in perfect unison, then snatched Xiao Huiying from his lap.
"Pervert!" ×6
They chorused the word like a battle cry before marching off with the little dragon girl in tow.
They still had important things to teach her. Though she possessed a great deal of inherited knowledge, in terms of common sense and everyday behavior, she was still essentially a blank slate.
Watching them leave in perfect harmony, Xiao Jietian could only sigh helplessly.
It seemed that strict (and shared) discipline didn't just produce obedient children—it also created terrifying wife synergy.
…
The next morning.
Xiao Jietian slowly opened his eyes inside Han Yue's bedchamber.
She was already awake, lying diagonally across the bed, quietly watching him with gentle eyes.
He reached out, pulled her into his arms, and the two of them cuddled lazily for a long while, exchanging disgustingly sweet whispers and laughter.
"Yue'er, once we reach the Central Plains, we'll visit your family. I'll help you settle everything."
Han Yue understood his meaning immediately. Gratitude shimmered in her eyes.
She had traveled thousands of miles to Jia Nan Academy for exactly this purpose—to grow strong enough to return and resolve the crisis hanging over the Han family.
Though the Han family held considerable power in Tianbei City, the equally powerful Hong family had later allied with the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, tipping the balance dangerously.
"Junior Xiao Tian… you're too good to me. I feel like I can never repay you in this lifetime. In my next life, I still want to be with you—even if I have to come back as an ox or a horse to serve you."
Xiao Jietian pinched her delicate nose and laughed.
"If that's the case, then you won't get a next life to be my ox or horse—because we'll live forever in this one."
Han Yue pursed her lips and smiled, her gaze drifting downward playfully.
"Junior Xiao Tian, I want to eat fried dough sticks. What do you want?"
He winked at her.
"Then I'll have two meat buns. Two is usually enough for me."
Han Yue covered her mouth and laughed.
"I think you can eat ten meat buns in one go—two is definitely not enough. You always eat at least four, sometimes even more. Yesterday you only ate two."
"But you're a big man. You need to eat more to stay strong."
Xiao Jietian shifted into a more comfortable half-reclining position.
"And you?"
Han Yue bit her lower lip, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I have a small appetite. One fried dough stick and a cup of soy milk is plenty for me."
With that, she picked up a golden fried dough stick and took a dainty bite.
Xiao Jietian also reached for a meat bun, smiling as he watched her.