Feng Baobao, a Match for a Titled Douluo!

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(First update)

After Yang Ming talked her down with much effort, Feng Baobao finally calmed down.

Feng Baobao sat across from Yang Ming without the slightest ladylike grace, one leg crossed over the other. Her nearly hole-ridden canvas shoes swung back and forth. She wore no socks, and a fleeting glimpse of fair, tender skin showed beneath her trouser leg, soft as tofu.

Resting her chin on one hand, Feng Baobao said lazily,

"Deal. From today onward, you're my boss. As long as you keep your promise to provide food and lodging, five social insurances and one housing fund, and easy work assignments, your big sister will make you look good and take you flying."

Her matter-of-fact tone made Yang Ming want to cover his face.

A thought struck Yang Ming. There was something he had to confirm.

"Can you still sense the Qi around you?"

Qi was the key to cultivation in the Under One Person World.

The amount of Qi within a person directly determined an outsider's level of strength.

Why was Feng Baobao so powerful?

It was not merely because she had the indestructible constitution of a cockroach that could not be beaten to death. More importantly, she possessed an enormous amount of Qi within her.

Feng Baobao answered without hesitation,

"You mean Qi? According to the information that system of yours shoved into my head, the Soul Power filling every corner of this continent is also a form of Qi."

"Oh? How so?" Yang Ming asked.

Feng Baobao raised a finger as white as ivory and explained matter-of-factly,

"Back where we come from, Qi is the same as breath, yet different from breath."

"In Daoist yin-yang arts, everything is believed to be made of Qi, and Qi is also what humans rely on to survive.