Qingque's First Battle

After witnessing Huo Yuhao and his group set out, Nan Fusheng immediately put an end to his "human puzzle project." With a casual wave of his hand, the meticulously crafted puppets were instantly stored away in his spatial storage, the motion smooth and effortless.

"Qingque, wake up. Huo Yuhao and the others have already headed deeper into the Mixed Zone. We need to find a suitable spot in advance so we can have an 'encounter' with them."

Nan Fusheng's consciousness swiftly returned to the tent, where he reminded the still-soundly-asleep Qingque.

"Mmm... Let me sleep a little longer."

Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Qingque looked like a little animal whose sweet dream had been disturbed. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and instinctively wiped away the drool at the corner of her mouth.

Then she rolled over and curled herself up, like a lazy little cat reluctant to give up even a moment of warmth and comfort.

"Get up." Seeing that Qingque actually intended to go back to sleep, Nan Fusheng did not indulge her. His gaze sharpened, and he swung his hand down hard on her pert backside without hesitation.

Smack— The crisp sound instantly shattered the tent's previous tranquility.

"Ah!!!"

Right afterward, a sharp girlish scream rang out. It was so loud that several small birds perched on branches outside the tent flapped into the air in fright and fled in panic.

"Hiss... Lord Fusheng, what are you doing?!"

Qingque grimaced in pain and hurriedly rubbed her backside with one hand, her face full of misery. "Hiss... Wait, isn't only part of your consciousness here? How can you still hit me?"

Nan Fusheng calmly withdrew his hand, looking thoroughly at ease. His tone carried a matter-of-fact indifference as he explained, "Soul Masters at the level of a Limit