Ye Xingchen, who was outside, smiled faintly, glanced inside, and said:
"Who are you calling?"
Who was she calling?
Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks and snorted softly, knowing that this fellow was teasing her.
She clenched her pearly teeth and muttered:
"Ye Xingchen, clothes! I want my clothes!"
Holding her clothes, Ye Xingchen smiled, came to the bathroom door, and said:
"And who is Ye Xingchen to you?"
Her pretty face slightly flushed, Rongrong heard his voice close by and instinctively covered herself.
She rolled her eyes, clenched her pearly teeth tightly, and said:
"Husband... stop teasing..."
Only then did Ye Xingchen nod in satisfaction.
He slowly pushed open the bathroom door and walked inside.
Looking at Rongrong soaking in the bathtub, he said with a smile:
"Stop covering yourself. I'm leaving your clothes here."
"You're flat enough to be an airfield. Ah, you still need to keep working at it!"
At those words, Ning Rongrong's pretty face turned apple-red.
After spending this time together, she naturally knew what "airfield" referred to.
With a sigh, she could not help looking down, bitterness written all over her face...
Ten minutes later,
Ning Rongrong crept out, her whole body fragrant.
Wrapped in a white robe, she glanced around the room and discovered that fellow was actually gone.
She froze briefly and instinctively wanted to see where he had hidden.
But she suddenly sensed footsteps behind her, and then a pair of strong hands covered her eyes.
"What are you doing...?"
Her face somewhat flushed and her breathing somewhat quick, Rongrong swallowed and asked.
"What do you think?"
Hearing Ye Xingchen's words, Ning Rongrong could not help blushing.
Gently prying his strong hands away, she turned around and said with a smile:
"Lusting after my body?"
Ye Xingchen, all smiles, sighed softly and flicked a Sweet Potato Bullet at her forehead with the back of his hand, saying:
"You sleep in the small bed. I'll sleep in the big one!"
Leaving her with those words, he promptly lay down on the big bed.
Sprawled out on his back, he made his claim to it unmistakably clear.
Clenching her pearly teeth, Ning Rongrong snorted softly, rolled up her sleeves, and threw herself onto the bed.
Clenching her little fists, she hammered at his sturdy chest.
Unfazed, Ye Xingchen smiled and seized the opportunity to catch both her slender, jade-like hands in his own.
As their eyes met, an inexplicable atmosphere slowly spread between them.
Somewhat nervous, Ning Rongrong swallowed, her heart fluttering like a little deer running wild.
Looking at the handsome face before her, she could not help gently closing her eyes.
Yet, after a dizzying, world-upending jolt, Ning Rongrong was promptly tossed onto the small bed beside them.
Utterly bewildered, she froze for a moment, turned to look at the neighboring bed, and could not help saying through gritted teeth:
"Ye Xingchen, you jerk..."
Pretending to be asleep, Ye Xingchen smiled faintly and paid her no further attention.
With a snap of his fingers, every light in the room went out.
The following day, on a wilderness trail outside the Frozen Forest,
An extremely handsome man with golden hair and a high nose bridge quietly approached the back of a large boulder.
In plain sight before the boulder lay the remains of a fire that had not long gone out.
He picked up a piece of wood that was nearly extinguished and chuckled:
"It seems they haven't gone far..."
No sooner had he spoken than the two black-robed figures following him slowly walked forward.
One of the black-robed men was Bruce, with his effeminate face, and beside him followed the White-Bearded Old Man, his face weathered by life.
"My lord, that's right. I'm afraid even Spirit Hall doesn't know about this path."
"Usually, aside from people, hardly even a dog comes here!"
His face full of flattery, Bruce smiled and stepped forward to curry favor.
Unexpectedly, as soon as those words left his mouth, the White-Bearded Old Man beside him kicked Bruce and rebuked him:
"Insolent! How can Spirit Hall be compared to dogs?"
Realizing he had misspoken, Bruce froze briefly. Without even bothering to get up first, he hurriedly clung to the Golden-Haired Man's leg and said:
"My lord, your subordinate misspoke. Please forgive me..."
"For the sake of my discovering Ning Rongrong, please spare me..."
The smiling Golden-Haired Man shook his head slightly, glanced at the White-Bearded Old Man, and said:
"How could you treat a friend like that?"
At those words, the White-Bearded Old Man froze briefly, then dropped to his knees and said:
"Young Master, I..."
Unconcerned, the Golden-Haired Man smiled faintly and interrupted before the old man could finish:
"Enough. There's no need to say more."
"Go. They're getting far away. If you fail to bring them back, you know the consequences."
"This opportunity was so hard to come by. We can't let it slip away..."
Hearing this, the old man nodded repeatedly, then abruptly became a fading blur and vanished from the spot!
The Golden-Haired Man glanced at Bruce, then kicked him aside and said:
"Lead the way. Stop dawdling..."
Pale-faced and trembling all over, Bruce felt as though he had been granted amnesty upon hearing this.
He nodded and hurried ahead, stumbling as he led the way!
Not long after they left, a wisp of Sword Qi quietly arrived.
Then a figure with an otherworldly air slowly appeared.
Watching their receding backs, he murmured softly:
"Spirit Hall... interesting..."
Inside the Frozen Forest,
Amid the snowy expanses and gleaming pillars of ice surrounding them, Ye Xingchen and Rongrong darted through like phantoms.
Along the way, they saw no shortage of weak soul beasts, but unfortunately, none had the soul ring he needed.
The Heavenly Emperor Cauldron Martial Soul was unmatched under heaven in both defense and offense. Finding a suitable soul ring for its advancement was truly rather difficult.
But every cause had its effect, and Ye Xingchen believed a suitable soul ring would eventually appear.
"Judging by your current soul power, wouldn't you need at least a five-thousand-year soul ring, or even a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, to match it?"
Her little face slightly flushed, Rongrong, dressed in a white winter robe, looked around and said with a frown:
"If I'd known it would be this cold, we should have gone farther to the Star Dou Great Forest. There are more soul beasts there."
His expression calm, Ye Xingchen smiled, glanced around, and said:
"A Three-Hundred-Year Soul Ring will suffice!"
"The soul beasts here are born in a harsh environment. A three-hundred-year soul ring here would probably be more than twice as powerful as one from the Star Dou Great Forest!"
A Three-Hundred-Year Soul Ring?
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong immediately stopped walking.
She tilted her head up to look at the fellow before her and muttered:
"Are you making fun of me? You're already on par with a Soul Elder."
"Could a three-hundred-year soul ring suit you?"
Ye Xingchen spread his hands, thinking that he had merely reached the Wheel Sea Divine Bridge through the Heaven Shading Method.
It was not that his soul power had reached the Soul Elder realm. To absorb soul rings smoothly, he had to proceed step by step.
Only then could he build a perfect combination of soul rings, which would also be useful for becoming a god in the future!
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing!"
Puzzled, Ning Rongrong rubbed her head, unable for the moment to understand what this fellow was thinking.
Just as she was about to say a little more, she noticed a disturbance around them.
Immediately afterward, a wave of extreme cold silently swept toward them with a white mist!
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