Her voice carried the urgency of someone whose hidden thoughts had been exposed, and even the tips of her ears had flushed faintly red.
She really had only come here to become stronger.
At least, that was what she told herself.
Li Qinglian's Body Refinement technique could transform the flesh, double cultivation speed, and even allow those with mediocre talent to undergo a complete rebirth.
She wanted to grow stronger, to break free from her family's shackles, to one day truly take control of her own fate.
As for anything else...
She had never considered it, nor did she want to.
But Ning Rongrong's lively eyes circled her face, and she pursed her lips.
"What if sleeping with Li Qinglian is a prerequisite for becoming stronger?"
Zhu Zhuqing's face instantly turned crimson, the flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, even tinting her collarbones a faint pink.
She abruptly turned her head and glared fiercely at Ning Rongrong, her voice filled with embarrassed indignation from being pushed too far. "Ning Rongrong—!"
Ning Rongrong was not intimidated by her glare. Instead, she tilted her head slightly.
"Maybe I'm not as good as you in other ways, but I understand this world better than you do. There are no free lunches in this world. Li Qinglian has been a monster since childhood. He could kill a Soul Saint after cultivating for only six years—there has never been another talent like his. If he had some exclusive method to grow stronger, why would he tell you? Just because you're pretty? Being pretty doesn't put food on the table. Besides, what's the use of being pretty if you won't let him have a taste?"
As she spoke, she rolled her eyes, her tone carrying a matter-of-fact composure.
"I understood this principle when I