Deal Struck: Giving Ning Rongrong a Pair of Wings

Su Yu looked at Ning Rongrong, who was acting like a spoiled princess again, and felt utterly helpless.

There certainly wasn't a second Fixed Immortal Travel.

But she could give Ning Rongrong a different tattoo.

Any one of the tattoo designs in his mind could benefit Ning Rongrong immensely.

Of course, he wasn't going to give one to Ning Rongrong for free.

Su Yu believed in equivalent exchange.

To gain something, one had to pay an equal price.

Su Yu pondered for a moment, then spoke to the puffed-up Ning Rongrong.

"Do you want a pair of wings that will never disappear?"

For a support Soul Master,

a pair of wings that could soar through the skies

would make her at least seventy percent safer.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Yes! I want them!"

Flying-type Soul Masters weren't exactly rare on the continent, but they weren't common either.

As long as Su Yu tattooed a pair of wings on her,

she wouldn't need to hide behind other people anymore.

This would definitely count as an epic-level buff.

"You can have them, but you have to agree to one condition."

"What condition?"

"When I break through to Soul Emperor, you have to get the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to hunt down a Blue Silver King Soul Ring for me, at least 60,000 years old."

All five of Su Yu's current Soul Rings came from the Blue Silver Grass Clan!

In his view, his Martial Soul didn't need flashy Soul Skills.

He only needed to specialize in one thing: life.

Every tattoo design was alive.

If Su Yu wanted to tattoo more difficult designs,

he had to push the life attribute to its limit, just like the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Only then might Su Yu be able to bring even more terrifying tattoos, such as Sun Wukong and Guan Er Ye... into the world one by one.

"No problem!"

Ning Rongrong agreed readily, with barely a moment's hesitation.

For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, hunting down a Soul Ring at least 60,000 years old was no difficult task.

As long as her Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone stepped in,

it would be child's play.

The only slight complication was that a Blue Silver King was hard to find.

But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence network and foundations were unfathomably deep.

As long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect put some effort into it,

there wouldn't be a problem.

"All right!"

"Now that we've made a deal, come into the back room with me."

Su Yu led Ning Rongrong inside.

He shut the door and drew the curtains in one smooth motion.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the worktable."

Su Yu put on a fresh sheet and spoke calmly.

Ning Rongrong bristled at once, wrapping her arms around herself.

"You pervert..."

Clearly, Ning Rongrong had misunderstood.

Then again, the situation was easy to misunderstand.

Su Yu was speechless.

He admitted he was no paragon of virtue.

But he wasn't that desperate.

What was there to hide about Ning Rongrong's little A-cups?

"What do you mean by that look?"

Seeing the disdain in Su Yu's eyes, Ning Rongrong bristled like a kitten.

She was the dignified young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Her suitors might not number ten thousand, but there were definitely thousands of them.

Yet Su Yu actually looked down on her.

She was practically shaking with rage and turning cold.

"All right!"

"I don't have any improper thoughts about you."

"I only asked you to take off your clothes so I could do the tattoo."

"If you don't take them off, am I supposed to do it from a distance?"

Su Yu didn't want to argue with Ning Rongrong about her A-cups.

He quickly steered the conversation back to business.

Only then did Ning Rongrong realize she'd been reading too much into it.

But understanding that was one thing; actually doing it was another.

Even though Ning Rongrong understood that Su Yu had asked her to undress for proper business,

she was an unmarried young woman, after all.

When it came to actually showing Su Yu her smooth bare back, she was still a little embarrassed.

"What, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Demoness, who fears neither heaven nor earth, can get embarrassed too?"

"If you really don't dare, go back where you came from."

Su Yu sneered.

Seeing Ning Rongrong acting so bashful, he couldn't help teasing her.

Ning Rongrong was provoked into embarrassment and anger, and her little face instantly flushed red.

"Who said I didn't dare?"

"Turn your head."

Ning Rongrong began to undo her outer clothes with a rustle.

Su Yu couldn't see her, but he could hear her.

In that instant, Su Yu actually had some improper thoughts!

"Damn!"

"I really am desperate!"

"To think I'm having improper thoughts about Ning Rongrong's little A-cups."

Su Yu shook his head and forced himself to calm down.

He didn't want to be distracted while doing the tattoo later.

Soon...

Ning Rongrong finished getting ready.

She lay on the bed like an ostrich, burying her head down and not daring to look at Su Yu.

"It's okay now."

"Turn your head back."

Ning Rongrong spoke softly, her voice as weak as a mosquito's.

Su Yu turned around.

He immediately saw Ning Rongrong's beautiful back.

"Slurp!"

"So white!"

"So smooth!"

Su Yu gently stroked it.

Ning Rongrong's whole body trembled involuntarily.

"Can you start now?"

Ning Rongrong just wanted to get it over with.

She felt terribly embarrassed.

"Don't worry."

"I'm a professional!"

"I guarantee it'll be quick and well done!"

Su Yu patted his chest in assurance.

Then his Martial Soul appeared, and five Soul Rings rose one by one from beneath his feet.

One was purple and four were black.

"Wait!"

"What's going on with your Soul Rings?"

Ning Rongrong had only wanted to quietly play ostrich.

But Su Yu's Soul Rings were simply too dazzling.

One purple and four black—was that right?

That wasn't right!

Ning Rongrong remembered that there was a limit to the Soul Ring one could absorb at each level.

Exceeding that limit would definitely end with one's body exploding.

But why?

Su Yu could defy the common knowledge in the textbooks.

Su Yu didn't want to answer Ning Rongrong's question.

As a transmigrator,

Su Yu knew many of the Douluo Continent's secrets.

For example, Whale Rubber could help Soul Masters temper their bodies.

Su Yu had naturally achieved his current configuration by eating Whale Rubber.

But he wasn't going to tell Ning Rongrong that secret for free.

As he'd said, Su Yu didn't do things without a benefit.

"Su Yu, why are you ignoring me?"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.

She had taken the initiative to speak to him, but Su Yu had ignored her outright.

He was giving her no face at all.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

To keep Ning Rongrong from saying any more,

Su Yu started working at once.

Line after exquisite line was traced across Ning Rongrong's beautiful back.

"Hiss!"

"It hurts..."

Ning Rongrong sucked in a sharp breath, tears welling up in her eyes.

She had never imagined

that the process would be so unpleasant.

After all, Ning Rongrong was pampered and spoiled in her daily life. She had never suffered much, let alone been injured.

How could Ning Rongrong endure the feeling of being pricked by needles now?

"Su Yu, you bastard."

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand that it would hurt this much?"

Ning Rongrong puffed up angrily and wanted to bite Su Yu.

She had discovered that Su Yu really was too awful.

She had suffered more grievances in this one day than in her entire life before it.