Ten days later, in the milky-white wine pool of White Beer Island, Tang Ping reclined comfortably with his eyes half-closed, enjoying Huo Wu's fingertips wandering across his shoulders.
The girls of the Fire Fox Clan truly lived up to their reputation. Her hands were soft and warm, carrying an innate allure, an utterly different extreme experience from Luo Xiaoyu's cool tightness.
These ten days of "cultivation" had thoroughly broadened the horizons of Tang Ping, once an honest man.
The Fire Fox Clan's inherited secret arts were filled with profound techniques such as "high mountains and flowing water meeting a kindred spirit," "magic chanting," and "a chick pecking rice," along with things like "fishing the moon from the sea," "a meeting in the bird's nest," and "leaping across rooftops," even—
There were endless variations, taking him from blushing furiously at first to cultivating a heart as still as water.
"Third Brother, you're a real man!" Huo Wu leaned close to his ear, her voice sweet and seductive. "The sisters in my clan say that when men outside meet us, they wish they could stay for years. They'd rather take pills than stop. But you? You got tired of it after only ten days and rushed back to cultivate in seclusion."
"I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"
Tang Ping did not even lift his eyelids, merely waving a hand. "If there's nothing else, get lost. I'll sleep, then go back into seclusion."
"We'll talk next time I come out."
Huo Wu pouted and tugged at his arm pitifully. "Third Brother, I came to give you money!"
"Our clan heard about you and decided to increase our investment. We scraped together three trillion Universe Coins so you could buy a Miao Divine Weapon first."
"You're always practicing in the Virtual Universe. How can