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Class C's desks, chairs, and floor tiles were all ancient, their colors dim and dull.

Pei Ling gazed at Yan Minghua, whom he had just wantonly taken. Her beauty was vivid and radiant. In the dim, shadowy classroom, she looked like a bewitching spirit who had stepped out of an old painting, her graceful bearing tinged with wildness and allure.

At first, he had been utterly shocked. He could hardly believe things had gone this far.

But as the cultivation deepened and his cultivation level gradually rose, he slowly sank into it.

His spiritual power flowed like a wheel. With every rotation, it grew purer, more lively, and more vigorous.

After climbing the Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder and taking his rightful place as Holy Son, Pei Ling had already reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. Later, after cultivating with Si Hong Qingyan for the second time, his cultivation had advanced another great step. Combined with his cultivation during this period, he had reached the threshold of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage's peak.

Now, as he cultivated with Suzhen Heaven Heavenly Maiden Yan Minghua, her foundation was exceptionally solid and her reserves profound; moreover, she was still a virgin. The power plundered and transformed by the Mahasattva Color Derivation Scroll sent Pei Ling's cultivation soaring once more.

Before long, Pei Ling felt his spiritual power surge through him like a tide. With a thunderous crash, it seemed to shatter some barrier, and his cultivation, strength, and aura all suddenly rose by a great deal.

In an instant, he sensed a force deep within his unseen fate, surging skyward. It was as if a seedling had suddenly broken through the sand and stretched two tender shoots up from underground, seeing the world above for the first time; or like a chrysalis