Chapter 395: Long Ao Takes Another Consort: The Dragon-People Ao Luan and the Transformation of Bai Meier

No man can endure hearing his own woman say he is inferior to another man.

Although Bai Meier is not yet Long Ao's woman—for now.

But one day, she will be.

"Meier, are you saying I'm not as good as Jun Xiaoyao?" Long Ao's temple veins twitched faintly.

For a man of his arrogant, domineering nature, this was absolute humiliation!

"Ao-tian brother, it's the truth—Jun's aura is terrifying, utterly unfathomable," Bai Meier urged.

"Meier, are you siding with outsiders or with me?"

Hearing this, Long Ao felt a deep unease.

His cultivation had already reached the late True God Realm, perched at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao were a prodigy, how much stronger could he possibly be?

At most, they'd be evenly matched—that would already be extraordinary.

"It's not about that. The fact remains." Bai Meier said.

"Enough! I refuse to believe that with my Imperial Dragon blood and seven Dragon Essences absorbed, I could be inferior to Jun Xiaoyao!" Long Ao snapped coldly.

Bai Meier bit her lower lip, a wave of grievance surging in her heart.

She had meant only to look out for Long Ao.

Yet Long Ao blamed her for siding with outsiders and snapped at her like this.

Any woman would feel wronged, her spirit crushed.

"If it had been Jun Young Master, with his nature, he would never have reacted this way—he'd listen to me seriously," Bai Meier suddenly thought.

People, you don't realize the difference until you compare.

Compared to Jun Xiaoyao, Long Ao's character was so vastly inferior?

A thought suddenly rose in Bai Meier's heart.

How had she ever been drawn to Long Ao in the first place?

Just as Long Ao was about to order Bai Meier to lead him to Jun Xiaoyao—

A faint, weak woman's voice suddenly echoed from the mist-shrouded, broken killing array ahead.

"Who… will save me…"

"Hm? A woman's voice?"

The voice made Long Ao halt.

He had been pondering which faction the dragon blood aura within came from.

After probing, Long Ao concluded it could not be from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

"Could it be…" Long Ao thought of a possibility, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

"Ao-tian brother, what is it?" Bai Meier asked.

"Let Jun Xiaoyao live a few more days—for now, I have something more important." Long Ao's eyes flickered with unusual intent.

He resolved to rescue the woman trapped in the killing array.

"Indeed, I, Long Ao, am the true protagonist—again, I've stumbled upon a hero-saves-beauty moment." Long Ao thought to himself.

His inner vexation eased somewhat.

No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao was, could he match this kind of fortune?

If he rescued this woman, perhaps it would bring Long Ao even more opportunities.

Thinking this, Long Ao began to dismantle the killing array.

"Is Ao-tian brother going to save someone?" Bai Meier observed nearby.

After probing further, Long Ao charged straight into the array.

Though the array carried risk, the potential reward was greater if he succeeded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Within the array, thunderous roars echoed, shaking the earth.

Clearly, Long Ao was forcibly breaking the array alone.

Undeniably, Long Ao's strength was formidable. After about half a day—

A breach opened in the entire killing array.

Long Ao emerged, carrying a woman in a green robe.

The green-robed woman had an elegant figure and exquisite beauty, with two blue dragon horns growing from her snow-white forehead.

In short, she was a great beauty.

Yet now, her face was pale, her energy severely depleted.

"Ao Luan… thank you, Young Master, for saving me…" The green-robed woman, Ao Luan, though pale, looked at Long Ao with a faint blush on her face.

"Miss Ao Luan, you're too kind," Long Ao smiled, secretly delighted within.

The woman he rescued wasn't just a great beauty.

And judging by her appearance and dragon blood aura—

If he wasn't mistaken, Ao Luan was from the Dragon-People race of the Immortal Ancients.

This was one of the most powerful races among the Immortal Ancients, carrying ancient dragon blood.

If he could cultivate a good relationship with the Dragon-People, Long Ao's path through the Immortal Ancient World would become vastly easier.

"I am Ao Luan of the Dragon-People. May I ask, Young Master, who are you?" Ao Luan asked.

"I am Long Ao, from the Ancestral Dragon Nest," Long Ao grinned, his white teeth gleaming, his smile strikingly handsome.

Ao Luan's cheeks flushed slightly.

She had accidentally wandered into a killing array, crying out to heaven and earth for help—no one answered.

In her despair, she never imagined someone would come to save her.

Most fortuitously, Long Ao also carried dragon blood.

And that bloodline filled Ao Luan with a sense of reverence.

"You're too weak—let me help you restore your energy first," Long Ao said with concern.

"Thank you, Young Master Long," Ao Luan's heart skipped a beat.

When Long Ao unleashed his charm, few women could resist.

Long Ao turned to Bai Meier and said: "Meier, please guard outside. I need to help Miss Ao Luan restore her body."

Hearing Long Ao's words, Bai Meier clenched her jade-white hands tightly.

Was Long Ao treating her like a servant?

If it were merely that, Bai Meier wouldn't mind—after all, she adored Long Ao deeply.

But now, the woman in his arms was another woman, and he was about to help her restore her energy.

What kind of situation was this?

Bai Meier's face turned deathly pale, her red lips trembling slightly.

But Long Ao didn't notice—even if he had, he wouldn't care.

Because Long Ao had already resolved to win Ao Luan's favor.

With the Dragon-People protecting him, Long Ao could practically walk freely through the Immortal Ancient World.

Watching Long Ao help Ao Luan restore her energy—

The sparkle in Bai Meier's peach-blossom eyes slowly faded.

In its place came emptiness.

Once, Long Ao had saved her in this same heroic manner.

Yet now, he saved another woman—and made her wait outside.

"So… was it all a trick?" Bai Meier suddenly thought.

Long Ao saved her, now he saved Ao Luan—soon he'd save another woman.

And there was also Princess Long Ji—he was already obsessed with her.

Was this the Ao-tian brother she adored?

"Why? I love you the most, Ao-tian brother—so why do you hurt me again and again?"

Bai Meier's heart turned icy.

For some reason, at this moment, Bai Meier suddenly remembered Jun Xiaoyao.

She remembered his gentle, handsome smile, his calm, composed figure.

"If Jun Young Master had been the one to save me… what would I be like now?" A thought suddenly arose in Bai Meier's mind.

The thought was absurd—so absurd, it made her heart skip a beat.