I'll Take Back What You Owe Me

1. Mu Qinghuan died one day and transmigrated into a book, becoming a long worm.

After a thousand years, she could take human form and become a jiao dragon, with the hope of ascending further and becoming a true dragon. She picked the nearby river that looked most appealing and plunged right in.

In the blink of an eye, thunderclouds went wild over the banks of the Yong River, and a torrential storm swept through. In the swollen river, a huge, dark shape could just be seen twisting and churning.

The surrounding villagers cried out in alarm: "A dragon! The Dragon King is summoning the wind and rain!"

The power of their faith in what they believed to be true gathered. Mu Qinghuan's clear, emerald eyes shone as she sensed the spiritual energy around her becoming a tangible, misty mass, gradually lifting her into the air.

She soared into the sky, thrilled that she was about to succeed! Suddenly, with a smack, she dropped heavily back down.

She fell to the riverbed and got a mouthful of mud... She was furious.

She spat the mud out and shot up onto the bank, where she saw a stinking Taoist priest riding his sword on the wind, ruining everything for her.

He looked down at her with scorn. "You're nothing but a jiao dragon."

The villagers had caught sight of an immortal, so they all changed their tune: "It's a jiao dragon!" "So it's a jiao dragon."

The slander was enough to destroy her. Before Mu Qinghuan fainted, coughing up blood, she swore in fury: "The shame of today will never be forgiven!"

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Mu Qinghuan was frowning as she leafed through a suspiciously lewd cultivation manual, The Joy of Dual Cultivation Surpasses the Immortals.

Then she turned to look at the person beside her, unconscious and poisoned with aphrodisiac.

Mu Qinghuan lived by the principle, "You get back up where you fell," so once her injuries healed, she kept secretly following that stinking Taoist priest.

Yesterday, he was injured fighting a vicious python, and she finally got the chance to capture him.

Mu Qinghuan lifted a finger and happily stroked his face. The stinking Taoist really was far too handsome.

His refined aura was like the bright moon, like snow in the heavens. His icy purity and divine nature made him seem like an immortal banished from paradise.

Thinking of how he had caused her cultivation to regress... she gathered her resolve, stripped him naked, and straddled him.

But after two days of struggling away, she was dumbfounded.

Who could tell her why her cultivation... had gone down instead of up?

Just as she was breaking down and thinking of fleeing, the unconscious Taoist suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were bloodred, a clear sign that the poison was still in his system. Mu Qinghuan tried to leap away, but it was too late. Out of his mind, he grabbed her ankle and dragged her back.

She clawed deep grooves into the ground in desperate protest. The sight was truly horrifying.

In the end, instead of draining him, she was drained herself. Then she was forced to spend seven full days and nights battling him as the earth shook and the mountains trembled. Mu Qinghuan's legs trembled and her face was deathly pale as she narrowly escaped with her life.

Her fleeing figure was truly pitiful, staggering from side to side, unable even to stand firmly on the clouds.

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When Yun Buran awoke one day to find his body violated, his eyes darkened.

Not long afterward, a bounty was announced: Yun Cang Xianjun would offer three exceedingly rare immortal-grade treasures and a top-grade spiritual vein in exchange for finding a jiao dragon.

The cultivation world went mad.

So did Mu Qinghuan.

If she could get that spiritual vein, she could diligently cultivate with the spirit stones it produced for ten or eight years, and have no fear of losing her chance to become a dragon again.

The next day, a masked immortal maiden arrived outside the Wuxiang Immortal Palace.

She claimed with absolute certainty that she had seen the evil jiao dragon and was willing to show the Xianjun the way.

Yun Buran gazed meaningfully at the woman seated below him. A chain flew from his hand, and without a word, he bound her.

Mu Qinghuan had no idea how her masterful disguise had been seen through. She stared in confusion: ???

Yun Buran gave a cold, indifferent sneer. What an idiot. She didn't even know that after intimate spiritual communion with someone, a unique imprint of their divine sense would remain in her sea of consciousness.

And she'd even come straight to him.

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