Five Years Later, Xiao Wu Wanted to Sleep with Lin Qingmo at a Couples' Hotel

Time passed like a fleeting white colt.

In the blink of an eye, five years had gone by.

At the gates of Suotuo City, located in the heart of the Balak Kingdom.

A striking young man and woman walked side by side, drawing the eyes of passersby across the street.

The young man looked to be around twelve, standing tall and straight like green bamboo.

The silver earring on his right ear and his tousled blue hair fluttered in the wind.

His sapphire-like eyes were clear and bright, while a carefree smile hung at the corners of his lips.

Lin Qingmo had finally arrived at Suotuo City, the nearest major city to Nuoding City.

He wore a simple set of fitted green clothes, looking sunny and handsome with a hint of heroic spirit.

On the ring finger of his left hand, the ring-shaped Storage Soul Tool gifted by Master glimmered faintly beneath the sunlight.

Five years had stripped away the childishness from him.

They had given his brows a composure and sharpness rarely seen among those his age.

His actual Soul Power had already reached the fortieth rank, the realm of a Soul Ancestor.

Only, he had yet to find a suitable Fourth Spirit Ring.

The girl beside him also looked around twelve.

Her long brown hair was tied into a playful ponytail that swayed gently over her shoulder.

Her lively rabbit-like eyes were watery and bright, brimming with innocent delight.

Xiao Wu wore a pink dress, its hem fluttering lightly in the breeze.

Like a pink butterfly dancing through the air, she was charming and adorable.

Five years of grueling cultivation had shed her childishness, allowing her to grow into a graceful young girl.

Her Soul Power Level had reached thirty-two, far surpassing the original standard for this period.

Over the past five years, nothing earth-shattering had happened on Douluo Continent.

Lin Qingmo's life had been simple yet fulfilling.

Every day, he repeated the routine of "cultivating with the rabbit, chatting in the group, and beating Tang San up for good measure."

As for Spirit Rings, whenever he broke through a realm.

Master would always appear on time with the most suitable spirit beast prepared for him.

His Second Spirit Ring had come from a five-thousand-year-old Emerald Thousand-Silk Mushroom.

Though this plant spirit beast had weak offensive attributes, its vitality was extraordinarily formidable.

[Second Spirit Skill—Thousand Threads and Myriad Strands]

Blue Silver Grass growth speed increased by 100%;

After releasing the spirit skill, Blue Silver Grass could instantly split into five strands of Blue Silver Grass possessing 50% of the original body's strength.

(The number of splits increased with Soul Power Level.)

This seemingly simple splitting effect was, in fact, immensely practical.

His Third Spirit Ring came from a nine-thousand-year-old Rejuvenation Willow.

It was likewise a plant spirit beast with powerful vitality.

[Third Spirit Skill—Blue Silver Spirit Tree]

Blue Silver Grass toughness increased by 100%;

After releasing the spirit skill, Blue Silver Grass fused and grew into a Blue Silver Spirit Tree, its vines lashing at nearby targets like willow branches;

The Blue Silver Spirit Tree could create a Rejuvenation Field within a range of one hundred and fifty meters. (This range increased with Soul Power Level.)

"Rejuvenation Field": Self-healing increased by 50%, spirit skill recovery increased by 50%, and spiritual power increased by 50%; selected other targets could gain 30% of the same effects.

This spirit skill combined Martial Soul enhancement, spiritual amplification, offense, and support into one.

Lin Qingmo was extremely satisfied with these two spirit skills.

Even without top-tier Spirit Rings like those of the Emerald Swan.

The advantages of Limit-Breaking Absorption of Spirit Rings several thousand years old were enough to make up for the bloodline gap.

The greatest twist of the past five years had been Tang Hao's circumstances.

He had been discovered by Spirit Hall again near Suotuo City.

After a devastating battle, Tang Hao had successfully escaped.

But he had paid a terrible price, falling completely into endless pursuit.

From then on, he no longer dared to appear easily at Tang San's side.

When Lin Qingmo learned this news, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Without a Title Douluo watching from the shadows.

He could finally "bully" Tang San without restraint.

"Ah-Qing, Suotuo City is so big!"

Xiao Wu hooked her arm around Lin Qingmo's, her eyes shining with excitement.

She curiously looked around, and even her breathing carried a trace of exhilaration.

"It's so much livelier than Nuoding City. Look at those stalls by the street!"

The streets were packed with traffic and people, buzzing with noise.

The bluestone pavement had been worn smooth by time, while shops stood in neat rows on both sides.

Cries of vendors and haggling customers rose and fell, carrying the bustling scent of everyday life.

The sweet fragrance of Candied Hawthorn and the smoky aroma of grilled meat drifted through the air, tempting the taste buds.

"Of course."

Lin Qingmo raised a hand and rubbed Xiao Wu's head, his fingertips brushing against her soft hair.

"Though Suotuo City is a remote city-state, it's several times larger than Nuoding City."

"Where do you want to go?"

After five years of spending every day together, Xiao Wu had long grown accustomed to clinging to Lin Qingmo.

Their relationship had long surpassed that of ordinary companions, becoming inseparable.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu excitedly rose onto her tiptoes and pointed ahead.

"I want to eat that! Those bright red Candied Hawthorn look so sweet!"

Her gaze drifted to a jewelry shop not far away, and her eyes sparkled.

"And that jewelry shop too! The pink jade hairpin in the window is so pretty!"

"You little glutton."

Lin Qingmo laughed and pinched her cheek.

"Let's get some snacks first, then browse the jewelry shop. How about it?"

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously, her cheeks flushing from excitement.

Just as she was about to step forward, Lin Qingmo suddenly stopped.

A cold, bone-chilling gaze was fixed firmly upon him.

Without giving anything away, he turned his head and swept his gaze toward the shadows at the street corner.

A young man dressed in black fitted clothes was hiding there.

His brows carried a trace of gloom, while his eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred.

That person was Tang San.

Five years had passed, and Tang San's Soul Power had risen to rank twenty-seven.

After successfully absorbing his Second Spirit Ring, his strength had indeed improved.

But his obsession with Xiao Wu had never lessened in the slightest.

Watching Xiao Wu cling to Lin Qingmo day and night.

The jealousy and unwillingness in his heart grew wildly like poisonous vines.

Over the years, he had challenged Lin Qingmo every few days.

He wanted to prove that he was stronger than Lin Qingmo and win back Xiao Wu's attention.

But the outcome had never changed—he was beaten black and blue every single time.

Even now, he did not know Lin Qingmo's true Soul Power or Spirit Ring configuration.

Because Lin Qingmo had never released his Martial Soul or Spirit Rings when fighting him.

The repeated defeats had made Tang San's temperament increasingly gloomy.

His gaze had become cold and piercing, filled with twisted hatred.

"Him again."

Xiao Wu had noticed that ill-intentioned gaze as well.

Disgust immediately filled her face as she tugged Lin Qingmo's hand.

"Don't mind that annoying bastard. Let's go quickly, before he brings us bad luck."

Thinking of Tang San's constant pestering over the years, she frowned deeply.

Why is this guy like sticky taffy? Why can't I shake him off?

Lin Qingmo nodded, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes.

After five years of "repeated education," Tang San was nothing more than a clown in his eyes.

"Come on, let's buy Candied Hawthorn first."

He took Xiao Wu's hand and was about to move.

But Tang San could no longer hold back and rushed out from the shadows, blocking their path.

"Lin Qingmo, stop right there!"

Tang San's voice carried suppressed fury, his fists clenched until they cracked.

"You hide from me every time. Are you scared?"

He stared fixedly at Lin Qingmo, his eyes full of unwillingness and provocation.

But inwardly, he was uneasy. Just how strong is this guy?

Five years have passed. Why can't I even touch the corner of his clothes?

"Scared of you?"

Lin Qingmo raised a brow, a mocking smile curling across his lips.

"Tang San, aside from getting older these past five years, your skin has gotten quite a bit thicker too."

He looked Tang San over carelessly, his tone laced with ridicule.

"Didn't you learn your lesson after I sent you flying last time?"

Xiao Wu snickered from the side and added, "And you were unconscious for an entire morning!"

Remembering Tang San's struggling appearance back then, her eyes curved with amusement.

"If Ah-Qing hadn't been soft-hearted enough to notify your useless teacher, you would've been bitten all over by mountain mosquitoes."

"I..."

Tang San's sore spot had been struck, and his face instantly turned red.

His fury toward Lin Qingmo shot straight to his head, and his Soul Power began surging out of control.