Ning Rongrong: Get Me Out of This Wall!

Gao Yang did not know why an elder of Spirit Hall had appeared in Heaven Dou.

But out of caution, he did not take Ning Rongrong into the city.

Instead, he used Sword Control to fly straight toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

For one thing, he wanted to stay out of the elder's way. For another, he needed a quiet place to prepare for his breakthrough.

That last battle had finally loosened the bottleneck that had held Gao Yang back for so long!

This meant he had broken through the shackles of level seventy-nine. Once he absorbed a Soul Ring, he would become a Soul Douluo!

And how old was he? Only nineteen.

He would not claim no one would ever surpass him, but at the very least, no one before him had done it!

Gao Yang flew on his sword with Ning Rongrong in his left arm and Xiao Tian, in kitten form, in his right.

There was no time for romance. After two days of rushing onward, he finally caught the familiar scent of the Star Dou Great Forest again.

"Rongrong, Xiao Tian, keep watch for me."

Gao Yang found a quiet cave, then eagerly took out a God-Given Soul Ring and crushed it.

He sat cross-legged and guided the Soul Ring into his body.

It was his first time using a God-Given Soul Ring, but he had long since committed the process to memory.

Seeing his calm expression, Ning Rongrong sat quietly on a rock.

Love had nourished her, making her figure ever more alluring. She was even beginning to rival Zhu Zhuqing.

The moment she sat down, her clothes pulled taut. Her chest looked fuller, while the curves of her hips and thighs were all the more graceful.

Not an inch of her was exposed, yet she could not hide her bewitching allure.

"Xiao Tian, pspsps, come here and let me have some fun!"

With nothing to do, Ning Rongrong wanted to play with Xiao Tian to pass the time. Xiao Tian merely rolled his eyes at her and lay down between Gao Yang's legs.

After a stretch, he closed his eyes and rested.

He had only just awakened his innate skill, the Life and Death Arena, and was not yet proficient with it.

Inside the Life and Death Arena, he and Light Feather Douluo had both returned to childhood. They had fought to the death, and only the survivor could leave!

Light Feather Douluo's lifetime of combat experience had not vanished, either.

If his Martial Soul had been a close-combat weapon like a blade or sword instead of a bow, Xiao Tian would never have won so easily.

The two days of travel had also left him no time to heal.

He was exhausted. How could he have any interest in playing with Ning Rongrong?

"Tch. You were much more fun when you were little!"

When Xiao Tian ignored her, Ning Rongrong gave a delicate huff, propped her chin on her hand, and gazed at Gao Yang.

So this is a God-Given Soul Ring. How amazing...

The Soul Ring surrounding Gao Yang changed color at astonishing speed.

Yellow, purple, and black flashed past before it turned red.

That meant Gao Yang's Eighth Soul Ring would be at least a hundred thousand years old!

But Gao Yang had not awakened, and the ring's color was still changing ever so slightly.

Had Ning Rongrong not watched without blinking, she would never have noticed.

At first, it was bright red.

Then the red gradually deepened and darkened.

When she saw pain creep across her beloved's face, her heart ached.

She knew Gao Yang was pushing himself to the very limit in pursuit of a higher ceiling.

No one knew better than Ning Rongrong how hard Gao Yang's bones were.

Even when Jian Chen had trained him so brutally as a child that his bones broke, he had not so much as frowned.

She could only imagine the pain he was enduring now.

And there was nothing she could do!

Her heart felt carved by knives. All Ning Rongrong could do was clasp her hands and pray in silence...

As though answering her, sweat began seeping from Gao Yang's skin. Then came blood, and finally all manner of black, filthy impurities.

In moments, the cave reeked.

Yet neither Ning Rongrong nor Xiao Tian showed the slightest disgust...

Three days later.

Boom!

Gao Yang's eyes flew open, and a wave of force burst from his body.

The powerful impact sent Xiao Tian, asleep on his lap, flying three meters away!

"Meow!"

Roused so abruptly, Xiao Tian was clearly in a foul mood. He hissed at Gao Yang.

Then he saw Gao Yang suspended in midair. The shockwave had reduced all his clothes to powder.

The peculiar "armor" of blood, sweat, and impurities coating his body peeled away layer by layer, revealing skin as pale and tender as a peeled boiled egg, along with...

"Mrrrow..."

Xiao Tian let out a whimper, turned, and darted out of the cave.

Gao Yang, now recovered, paid no mind to Xiao Tian's panicked retreat. He assumed the little cat had gone hunting because he was hungry.

"Rongrong! Rongrong!"

Gao Yang had to share his joy with the person he loved most.

His Eighth Soul Ring was a full two hundred thousand years old!

"Get me out of this wall, you bastard!"

At Ning Rongrong's shout, Gao Yang whirled around and saw her stuck against the cave wall, baring her teeth in pain.

The shockwave had not just sent Xiao Tian flying. Ning Rongrong had been caught in it too.

As a support-type soul master, she had not even been able to resist. She had been slammed straight into the rock wall, and getting out on her own would indeed take some effort...

"Rongrong, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Gao Yang apologized over and over as he hurried to pull Ning Rongrong free.

Once she was out, a human-shaped dent was clearly visible in the wall...

"You couldn't just absorb a Soul Ring, could you? You had to show off! You had to show off! You make me so mad! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?!"

The moment she was free, Ning Rongrong set upon Gao Yang's chest with fists and feet.

Three days of waiting had nearly broken her. She needed to let it all out.

Gao Yang took the blows while admiring her angry face.

She really was beautiful.

Perhaps because she knew this place was dangerous, she had forgone heels and a long dress.

She wore a fitted black-and-white outfit, with her trouser legs tucked into short boots that outlined her long, straight legs.

A small leather breastplate was fastened across her chest, and together with the belt at her waist, it made her curves stand out even more.

"Rongrong, you're beautiful!"

Unable to help himself, Gao Yang pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms.

Tired of hitting him, Ning Rongrong hungrily breathed in the scent of the man she loved.

"Gao Yang, you scared me to death. Waaa... Why did you have to push yourself so hard? Why...?"

Her reproach gradually gave way to heartache.

Gao Yang's heart warmed as he listened...

A long while later.

"Oh, you..." The girl suddenly blushed and pushed Gao Yang away. "You've ruined the mood! Put some clothes on!"

She took a set of Gao Yang's clothes from her Soul Tool and threw them in his face.

"Why get dressed? Isn't the reward part next?"

"No. Not today!"

"Why not?"

"Count the days, you bastard!"

At the sight of her shy expression, Gao Yang suddenly understood.

So that was it...

"Then help me get dressed, Rongrong," Gao Yang said, settling for second best.

"Can't you dress yourself? Why do you need my help?" At the sight of her lover's eagerness, Ning Rongrong's heart gave an inexplicable flutter, and she spoke in a fluster.

"I like having a proud little princess wait on me. What, is Miss Ning unwilling?"

"As you wish, my master~" Ning Rongrong bit her lip. She had meant to refuse, but at the sight of Gao Yang's expectant eyes, she somehow agreed. "Though I'm not a real princess. I'm afraid I've disappointed you, master."

"To me, you're the most beautiful princess in the world!"

"Ugh, how sweet. Sir, are you trying to seduce me?"

Getting into the act, Ning Rongrong immediately slipped into another role.

Gao Yang caught on at once.

"Oh? And would you let me seduce you, miss?"

As he spoke, his fingertips brushed her neck, bringing a pink flush to her delicate skin.

Ning Rongrong was still new to intimacy. How could she withstand such roguish tactics?

"I'm not playing anymore! You're such a rogue!"

As soon as she said it, she seemed to realize she had sounded too meek. She lifted her little boot and kicked Gao Yang in the leg.

"Ow!"

But it was Ning Rongrong who cried out, not Gao Yang.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her toes with an indignant look.

"Stupid Gao Yang! Did you tie an iron block inside your trousers? That hurt!"

Ning Rongrong had caught him off guard, and he had not had time to withdraw his Protective Soul Power. Luckily, he reacted quickly and pulled back most of its force. Otherwise, her foot might have broken.

"What can I say? Your husband's tough as old leather." Gao Yang crouched, slipped off her boot, and examined her toes. "Here?"

"A little farther forward."

Gao Yang rested her foot on his leg and massaged several points along its side.

"It's nothing serious. A little rubbing will fix it."

"Mm."

Ning Rongrong nodded.

Only when a tingling ache spread through her foot did she belatedly realize how improper their position was. If he kept rubbing, would either of them be able to stay calm...?

"Gao Yang, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Her breathing had quickened, and her eyes were growing moist. "I... I'm hungry. Take me out to find something to eat..."

With her period standing in their way, Gao Yang reluctantly released her delicate foot.

"All right. I wanted to try out my Eighth Soul Skill anyway."

"Mm. Let's go! This cave is driving me crazy."

"Rongrong, I'm not dressed yet." Gao Yang pointed at the shirt he had only half put on and gave a rueful smile.

"Hmph. That's what you get for teasing me." Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue, looking every bit the willful little princess.

But despite what she said, her hands obediently helped him dress.

Gao Yang raised his arms and let Ning Rongrong circle him like a fluttering butterfly. The fragrance drifting from her hair kept finding its way into his nose.

When Ning Rongrong finally stood before him and lowered her head to fasten his clothes, Gao Yang had a perfect view of her slender neck. Her smooth, snow-white skin made his head spin, and his throat began to feel dry...