Kiss, Third Soul Ring Age Limit

"It's all thanks to Aunt Yue's excellent teaching."

Lu Yan replied with a light laugh, his hands remaining gentle and steady.

Tang Yuehua watched the focused expression of the youth in the mirror, and the flutter in her heart intensified.

Whenever he looked serious, he could always so easily stir her heartstrings.

When he finished combing her hair.

Tang Yuehua lazily leaned back, her soft body nearly pressing against Lu Yan.

A resolute glint flashed through her eyes.

It was time... to take this ambiguity one step further.

"Xiao Yan," her voice carried a deliberately soft, sweet note.

"Aunt Yue's shoulders and neck are a little sore. Could you massage them for me?"

"Of course."

Lu Yan's hands fell onto her Snow White Skin shoulders.

As the weather grew warmer, Tang Yuehua's nightgowns became increasingly revealing.

Today, she wore a white silk slip dress. Its two slender straps looked as though they could snap with a single tug, leaving large swathes of Snow White Skin exposed to the air, enough to unsettle one's heart.

Her skin was smooth and soft to the touch, with an exquisite texture.

Lu Yan's palms were hot, and his fingertips applied Just Right pressure.

"Mm~"

A numb, warm current spread from her shoulders and neck, and Tang Yuehua could not help letting out a soft, melodious moan.

She instinctively leaned back slightly, her long hair brushing against Lu Yan's firm lower abdomen.

Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed contentedly, like those of a satisfied cat.

"Aunt Yue, are you uncomfortable?" Lu Yan bent closer.

His concerned words carried warm breath that brushed over her sensitive ear.

"No..." Tang Yuehua raised her hand and gently covered the back of his hand where it rested on her shoulder, her fingertips Trembled.

"Xiao Yan's massage feels wonderful. Aunt Yue likes it very much."

Lu Yan smiled and continued massaging her.

Her snowy skin was delicate, and even with his modest strength, red marks appeared beneath his kneading.

Tang Yuehua narrowed her eyes, her body involuntarily settling completely into his embrace as she surrendered all her weight to him.

"Xiao Yan..." Her voice was soft and sultry, tinged with a hint of daze.

"Could you... massage a little lower?"

Lu Yan obediently moved his palms down half an inch.

His gaze swept over the Snow White Skin at her chest, nearly blending with her nightgown.

A blush rose over his cheeks at Just Right moment, his eyes struggling between shyness and boldness.

Through the mirror, Tang Yuehua took in every one of the youth's reactions.

The corner of her lips lifted slightly as she discreetly straightened her back, making her curves even more alluring.

Over the past half year, she had become certain.

Xiao Yan... was very interested in her, even if it was only... this body of hers.

Like a fish deprived of water, Tang Yuehua greedily drew emotional sustenance from Lu Yan.

She was obsessed with him.

Whether in reality or in Dream—she wanted Lu Yan.

"Aunt Yue," Lu Yan said as though casually while enjoying the marvelous sensation beneath his fingertips.

"I won't be coming to Moonlight Pavilion the day after tomorrow."

The moment those words fell.

Tang Yuehua's dazed eyes abruptly cleared, and all her languor vanished in an instant.

"Why?"

She did her utmost to keep her tone steady and maintain the elegance of Moonlight Pavilion's mistress.

Yet her suddenly held breath and Out of Control heartbeat exposed the storm raging in her heart.

Xiao Yan... had he seen through her improper intentions?

Did he want to flee?

Lu Yan clearly sensed Tang Yuehua's body tense for an instant, then smiled as he explained.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to Sunset Forest to hunt for my Third Soul Ring.

I'm afraid I won't be back within a day."

After half a year of arduous cultivation, his cultivation had risen all the way from Level 27 to Level 30, making him a prospective Soul Elder.

"So soon?!"

Tang Yuehua's red lips parted slightly as she stared at the youth in the mirror in disbelief.

At such an age, with such cultivation.

Even her Second Brother, Tang Hao, who had been hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo in history.

Had been far inferior to Lu Yan at the same age.

"I also have Aunt Yue's medicinal sachets to thank. Otherwise, I wouldn't have improved so quickly."

Lu Yan said sincerely.

This was no lie. The medicinal baths had indeed given him an extra measure of aid.

But Tang Yuehua knew perfectly well that the medicinal baths were merely the icing on the cake.

The true foundation was his monstrous talent.

If medicinal baths truly had such heaven-defying effects, geniuses would have long since become commonplace throughout the world.

After the massage ended, Lu Yan prepared to leave.

Tang Yuehua caught sight of the faint red marks on her shoulders, and an unusual, almost morbid sense of satisfaction rose within her.

She... could not endure it any longer.

Lu Yan had already reached the door.

"Xiao Yan, wait."

Tang Yuehua called out to him again.

Lu Yan turned around.

The voluptuous, beautiful woman in a snow-white nightgown walked toward him with elegant yet resolute steps.

They were close enough to hear each other's breathing.

"Aunt Yue... is there something else?"

Tang Yuehua did not answer. She looked up at the youth, who now stood a little taller than her, emotions churning in her eyes.

Standing on tiptoe, her chest inevitably pressed against his. Her Jade Fingers naturally settled on his firm arm as well.

Then, under Lu Yan's slightly astonished gaze, Tang Yuehua took the initiative to press her warm, soft red lips to his forehead.

At a touch, they parted.

That brief contact was warm and soft, yet it ignited a prairie fire within her heart.

Their love in the Dream made her unable to restrain herself.

Tang Yuehua suppressed her wild fantasies of embracing him and possessing him.

Looking at the youth before her, who had gone completely blank.

Tang Yuehua's earlobes turned crimson.

Yet an indescribable thrill and pleasure surged through her heart.

"A-Aunt Yue... y-you... this..."

Lu Yan seemed to have only just regained his senses, his words tumbling out incoherently.

Tang Yuehua smiled sweetly, trying her best to make her voice sound natural.

"This is Aunt Yue's blessing.

May This Trip bring you the most ideal Soul Ring."

"Th-thank you, Aunt Yue... I... I'll be going, then."

After Lu Yan left.

Tang Yuehua went to the window as she always did.

She watched the youth leave Moonlight Pavilion, her brows filled with Lingering Affection that could not be dispelled.

Just then.

Lu Yan, who had already reached the street corner, suddenly turned back.

He looked toward her upstairs, a bold and unrestrained smile blooming across his face.

Their gazes met in the air.

Only after Lu Yan's figure Completely Disappeared around the street corner.

Did Tang Yuehua close the window.

At this moment, the elegant mask on her face quietly shattered, replaced by a captivating blush.

Her Jade Finger brushed over her lips, as though savoring the sensation from before.

A kiss in reality far surpassed the countless illusions of a Dream.

She wanted more.

"Xiao Yan, Aunt Yue will wait for your safe return."

The Next Day.

Lu Yan and Dugu Bo left Heaven Dou together and once more Step Into Sunset Forest.

"Xiao Yan, your Martial Soul is an extremely rare spiritual type on the continent. Do you have a specific target for this soul hunt?"

Dugu Bo asked, his tone carrying the confidence and arrogance unique to a Titled Douluo.

"As long as you say the word, Grandpa will turn this entire forest upside down and catch one for you!"

Half a year had passed, and with the help of Lu Yan's blood, all the poison accumulated in his body had been transferred into his Soul Bone.

Now, his hair and beard had returned entirely to black, and his Pupils had regained their normal color.

Not only that, after consuming the immortal herb Lu Yan had given him, his blood and vitality had returned to their peak, and all his old injuries had been healed.

Even the cultivation bottleneck that had stagnated for years had loosened. Breaking through to Level 93 was only a matter of time.

"A Dream-Shattering Tapir, or a Heart-Bewitching Butterfly—Soul Beasts skilled at creating illusions." Lu Yan named the targets he had long considered.

"Easy enough." Dugu Bo nodded. This was no difficult task for him. Then he asked with concern.

"By the way, how many years old a Soul Ring do you plan to absorb this time?"

In his view, after being tempered by the Ice-Fire Immortal Herb, Lu Yan's physique far surpassed those of the same rank. It was only natural for him to absorb a Soul Ring beyond the usual limit.

At the very least, it should be three or four thousand years old.

Yet Lu Yan's answer made him halt, shock appearing on his face.

"Six or seven thousand years."