Oscar and Ning Rongrong

"Stupid woman."

Nan Fusheng watched Huo Yun'er's staggering retreating figure, the corner of his lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile.

He did not even need to activate the Authority of "Secret Peeking" to read the extravagant fantasies floating on the surface of her mind from her chaotic spiritual fluctuations.

This shell of Tang Ziran's was merely a vessel for spiritual projection, but what resided within was a higher consciousness tempered at the pinnacle of the Potion Sequence.

As his sequence advanced, a Divine Halo that transcended mortal comprehension had long since condensed around Nan Fusheng.

It was an attraction more fundamental than hormones, like a star's pull upon its planets, drawing an ordinary mortal soul like Huo Yun'er's, one untouched by divine grace, closer step by step under the urging of instinct.

Still, at least for now, Nan Fusheng had no interest in Huo Yun'er. It was not as though he had never seen women before. Xu Xiaoyan and Bai Xiuxiu back home—was either of them not an unparalleled beauty marked by divine favor?

Besides, whenever he thought of Huo Yuhao's face, practically stamped with "starved of affection," he felt that any improper move now might bring unpredictable trouble.

That child's life had already been difficult enough. If he suddenly gained some "bargain-bin father," even his Ultimate Ice Martial Soul might freeze into cracks of chaos.

"Forget it."

Nan Fusheng shook his head and pulled his thoughts back. The most important thing now was still to settle matters in the Douluo God Realm first and see whether he could deal with them inside the Black Hole.

"Although I can contact the Evil Emperor, it's better not to disturb him for now."

After arriving in the Douluo God Realm, Nan Fusheng could clearly sense the Evil Emperor's presence, yet he