Inside Hundred Broken Mountain, some random sentient treasure could not possibly have shown Huo Ling'er the way or given her an idea for opening her tenth Grotto-Heaven.
But Meng Chuan could.
Little Nonpoint's butt was destined to bloom!
This was a scheme conceived, set in motion, and carried out entirely around Little Nonpoint's butt.
Little Nonpoint's heart ached so badly he could hardly breathe.
How could a treasure he had casually picked up because it did not shine too brightly have such a miraculous effect?
"How amazing."
And Huo Ling'er just had to speak up then.
"I feel like I haven't just found a way to open the Ten Grotto-Heavens. Even my talent seems to have improved."
There was one thing Huo Ling'er did not say: the mysterious bloodline within her had grown more active too.
Her words cut into Little Nonpoint's heart like a knife.
"I brought this on myself. I dug my own grave and walked right into the trap," the little fellow muttered. Even his roast meat had lost its flavor.
Oddly enough, Little Nonpoint was not upset that Huo Ling'er had gained something from him.
But the consequence of her gaining such an enormous benefit from him upset him very much.
Treasures meant nothing. Even the finest treasures meant nothing.
He was confident he could open the Ten Grotto-Heavens himself, confident his talent could make him invincible under heaven.
But having Fat Woman smack his butt a hundred times?
Unacceptable!
Huo Ling'er, on the other hand, was delighted. She had merely stood by and watched, and an opportunity had dropped from the sky.
Once she opened the Ten Grotto-Heavens, she would savor the feel of Milk Baby's butt!
"She'll need more resources. She can't fall behind while accumulating energy," Meng Chuan decided.
If Little Nonpoint had