Ning Tian was, at heart, an innocent little rabbit who knew nothing of the world. Against an experienced old hand like Huo Yuhao, she was thoroughly devoured, body and soul.
As she sensed Huo Yuhao's endless little movements during their kiss, Ning Tian's pretty face grew increasingly flushed, and her delicate body softened slightly. Yet she did not reject him.
Naturally, Huo Yuhao was satisfied.
"Whew!"
Who knew how long had passed before the examination finally ended.
The moment their lips parted, Ning Tian panted heavily. Her rosy lips were slightly swollen as she looked at Huo Yuhao's mischievous grin, then lowered her head shyly. "Sister Xiaotao said you were bad. I didn't believe her, but now I do."
"Ahem." Huo Yuhao gave two dry coughs before righteously declaring, "Of course I have to be bad to my own woman."
"By the way, Xiao Tian, how is your Martial Soul?"
"You're changing the subject on purpose, aren't you?" Ning Tian shot him a glance. Seeing his sheepish grin, she smiled gently. "With the Immortal Herb you gave me, it successfully reached the ninth layer."
As she spoke, Ning Tian raised her right hand slightly. Strange Treasure Light swirled in her palm, and soon, a Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, only a little over twenty centimeters tall, condensed there.
The pagoda resembled transparent crystal, sparkling and flawless. Nine-Colored Glow lingered around it, making its colors appear exceptionally magnificent.
Huo Yuhao examined the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda and nodded in satisfaction. "Now you have the foundation to become a god."
"Become a god?" Ning Tian's beautiful eyes widened slightly.
Huo Yuhao gestured for Ning Tian to sit as they talked. "To many people, becoming a Titled Douluo, a Super Douluo, or even a Limit Douluo is the ultimate dream.