Rongrong, Help Me Pick Up a Bar of Soap

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(First update)

Facing Ning Rongrong's accusation, Yang Ming seemed somewhat lacking in confidence.

After all, he had forgotten his old promise...

Yang Ming could not really be blamed. He had been far too busy lately, sleeping only four hours a day. Aside from eating, he had devoted nearly all his remaining time to cultivation, naturally tossing his promise to turn Ning Rongrong back into a girl to the back of his mind.

Seeing Yang Ming remain silent in thought, Ning Rongrong became quite angry and said:

"Yang Ming, how about this? I'll pay for the antidote that will turn me back into a girl. I come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and money is the one thing we never lack. As long as you can turn me back into a girl, name your price. I'll give you whatever you want!"

Ning Rongrong herself had not noticed that there was a faintly overbearing tone in her words.

She had always been pampered by her elders in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had never suffered such a huge loss before. Although the incident in the Star Dou Great Forest had tempered her personality somewhat, her young lady's temper still slipped out from time to time.

That included believing she could buy anything she wanted with money.

Yang Ming had originally felt rather guilty, but hearing her say that made him both annoyed and amused.

What annoyed him was that Yang Ming had thought he and Ning Rongrong had become friends, yet she apparently saw him as a profit-seeking scoundrel after her money.

What amused him was that Yang Ming simply did not love money. He was not interested in it.

Under Ning Rongrong's gaze, three parts nervousness and four parts anticipation, Yang Ming waved his hand and