"Whoa, it's so springy!"
Yulu's eyes immediately lit up, and she couldn't help giving it two more squeezes.
Unlike the old man's butt she'd smacked before, Qin Hao was young, so his butt wasn't at all saggy. It was especially springy—so much so that she couldn't bear to let go.
"Pervert!!"
Qin Hao's eight-foot frame shuddered violently, and he retreated in shame and anger.
Ever since this Yulu had set her sights on him, she'd stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster. No matter what he tried, he couldn't shake her off. She'd even sneak up and pinch his butt from time to time, making him feel like a respectable woman being harassed by a young thug.
"Little junior brother, stop struggling!"
Yulu smiled like a female hooligan. "You can't escape from your senior sister's palm. Just come back to the Hidden Sect with me and become my master's disciple!"
"Dream on!!"
Qin Hao remained stubborn, convinced this woman didn't look like a good person.
"Since that's the case, don't blame your senior sister for using force!"
Yulu sighed helplessly and waved her hand, producing an immortal sword.
Unlike the immortal swords Qin Hao had seen before, this sword not only surged with powerful Sword Momentum, but also carried an innate aura. It was on the same level as the Innate Primordial Qi Robe Qin Feng had given him.
It had originally been a lesser innate treasure nurtured in the Lower Realm. Later, an Artifact Refining expert in the Immortal Realm had reforged it. Its power was a little greater than that of a high-grade immortal sword, but a little weaker than that of a supreme-grade immortal artifact.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
A fierce fighting spirit rose in Qin Hao's eyes as he activated his Wu Clan