Ning Tian's Kiss

"Boom!"

Xiao Dong's casual words landed in the three girls' ears like the thunder of divine punishment, exploding with a deafening crash!

"A gain of at least three Soul Power levels? That's absolutely impossible!"

Wu Feng, who had been hiding behind the others out of embarrassment, almost instantly let out a shrill cry, her narrow eyes filled with disbelief.

Throughout the history of the Douluo Continent, any precious medicine worth a fortune that could force a Soul Master at the Soul Grandmaster rank through a bottleneck and raise them a single level was already considered a divine treasure, one countless sects would fight over until their heads split open!

A full three-level surge in Soul Power at once, without any lasting side effects or damage to the meridians-surely such a miracle, straight out of a fantastical tale, could only be achieved by the immortal herbs the Shrek Seven Devils had consumed ten thousand years ago!

Wu Feng instinctively wanted to mock Xiao Dong for boasting. Yet when her gaze fell once more on the emerald jade bottle radiating boundless vitality and the purest medicinal fragrance, the words on the tip of her tongue seemed to have been forcibly cut off. She could no longer get them out.

Would someone who could casually kill an eighty-thousand-year Soul Beast in an instant and wield strange flames really be bored enough to invent such a lie just to tease a few young girls?

That meant his claim of a three-level surge in Soul Power was very likely the absolute truth!

Of course, as for why they did not consider six levels, they had evidently assumed that anything beyond three was an exaggerated promise, a painted cake offered to satisfy their hunger.

At that thought, a deathly silence descended over the entire valley. All three girls' hearts began pounding at a dizzying speed.

Faced with the irresistible temptation of three Soul Power levels and a complete transformation, even Ning Tian, the ever-calm, composed, proud, and elegant young sect master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, lost every trace of her usual serenity on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Drawing a deep breath, Ning Tian finally could not help moving her long, jade-white legs forward.

Under Wu Feng's and Xiao Xiao's astonished gazes, this esteemed daughter of a sect, a prodigy revered across the continent, lowered her crimson face in unbearable embarrassment. With delicate, lotus-light steps, she walked toward Xiao Dong, one step at a time...

Watching the beautiful young sect master obediently approach with those delicate steps, Xiao Dong could not help raising his brows. A strong gleam of teasing amusement flashed deep within his dark eyes.

Behind her, the red-haired Wu Feng looked as though lightning had struck her. Her narrow, beautiful eyes instantly widened into circles, her mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and the expressions crossing her face were a spectacle to behold.

"Young sect master... have you lost your mind?!"

Wu Feng stamped her feet anxiously, her voluptuous figure trembling. She nearly rushed forward to drag Ning Tian back.

Ning Tian, however, ignored the cry behind her. Though her fair face was flushed as though scorched by fire, a distinctive resolve shone in her limpid eyes.

For the sect's long-term future, and for the advancement of her own strength, a little pride truly counted for nothing.

Ning Tian stopped half a step before Xiao Dong. A faint, delicate fragrance drifted toward him as the girl took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Then, under Wu Feng's almost stupefied gaze, the noble young sect master finally closed her eyes. Her long lashes trembled like startled butterflies as she took the initiative to press her tender, sweet pink lips lightly against the corner of the black-clad boy's mouth.

Warm fragrance and soft jade, delicate to the touch.

Unlike Xiao Xiao's innocent, bashful sweetness, Ning Tian's kiss carried a gentle grace with a charm all its own. That soft, exquisite sensation drew an inward word of praise from Xiao Dong. His arm slipped around her slender, warm waist, and he overbearingly savored the kiss.

"Mmph..."

A lovely blush instantly spread across Ning Tian's long, fair neck. Her body softened slightly, and she nearly collapsed into Xiao Dong's arms. Only her delicate hands, which had nowhere to rest, instinctively clutched his sleeves.

Only after quite some time did Xiao Dong slowly release his hold. A satisfied smile curved his lips, and he reached out to give her burning cheek a gentle pinch before laughing aloud.

"As expected of the young sect master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. You're truly cultured, sensible, and mindful of the greater good. Don't worry. I'll naturally reserve an especially generous portion of this Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid for you."

"Th-thank you for your generosity, Young Master Xiao Dong..."

Embraced and fondled in front of everyone like that, Ning Tian was too embarrassed even to raise her head. A mist shimmered in her beautiful eyes as she hurried back to Xiao Xiao's side. With her head lowered, she twisted the hem of her clothes tightly between her hands, her heart leaping like a startled deer.

"Thump!"

Having witnessed her own aloof, elegant young sect master being taken advantage of just like that, Wu Feng looked as though her mind had collapsed. She clutched her striking, fiery-red short hair with both hands and stamped her feet, grinding her teeth.

The precious cabbage she had so carefully tended had actually offered itself up to be gobbled down right before her eyes!

"Damn it! He's a complete and utter bastard!"

Wu Feng glared viciously at Xiao Dong, her chest heaving. She wished her gaze could turn into knives and stab several holes clean through him.

Watching Wu Feng bristle with helpless fury, Xiao Dong did not restrain himself in the slightest. Instead, he burst into laughter, folded his arms across his chest, and let his teasing gaze sweep over her sultry, alluring face before drawling:

"What's this? Judging by that expression, you seem rather unhappy."

"I've never liked forcing people into things. If you truly find it distasteful, it doesn't matter if you don't kiss me. You can still have a portion of this Spirit Liquid."

At Xiao Dong's nonchalant words, Wu Feng's narrow eyes froze, and a deep sense of wariness instinctively rose within her.

If this black-clad fiend, whose strength was unfathomable and whose manner was utterly overbearing, could be kind enough to hand out an opportunity for free, then she really must have seen a ghost!

"You... you'd really be that kind?!"

Wu Feng stared suspiciously at Xiao Dong, biting her red lip as she demanded with a show of fierceness that masked her unease, "What other nasty scheme are you plotting?!"

Xiao Dong gave a cold chuckle, a faintly wicked curve lifting the corner of his mouth. He slowly raised a hand and casually made a couple of grasping motions in the air.

"It's a very simple idea. Since you little wild mare are too thin-skinned to kiss me, we'll change the rules to something that lets my hands have a little fun instead."

Xiao Dong's gaze swept over her slender waist, without a trace of excess flesh, before finally settling on her long, straight, shapely legs, brimming with astonishing springiness.

"You don't have to kiss me. Just behave and let me take your measurements with my hands, and you'll get a share of this Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid all the same. How about it?"

"Boom!"

At that outrageous demand, bordering on outright hooliganism, an explosion thundered through Wu Feng's mind. Her face instantly flushed so red it looked as though blood might seep from it!

Beside her, Xiao Xiao and Ning Tian hurriedly covered their burning faces in embarrassment, yet could not resist stealing glances at the pair through their fingers. Their ears were red all the way to the roots.

Having a man openly stroke and toy with her body in front of everyone was a hundred times more humiliating for an innocent maiden than being killed outright!

"In your dreams... I'll never...!"

Wu Feng instinctively wanted to spit in Xiao Dong's face. Yet just as those words reached her throat, the emerald jade bottle radiating vast waves of energy, together with the irresistible temptation of a surge in strength, blocked her curses like a mountain towering ten thousand fathoms high.

Not to mention that she had already made that damned bikini wager with Xiao Dong, its terms as clear as black ink on white paper!

If she refused this demand, who knew whether the brat would dredge up that old debt and force her to strip on the spot, change into those flimsy scraps of fabric that barely covered any flesh, and attend to him at close quarters?!

After an agonizingly long and deeply humiliating battle between her conflicting impulses, Wu Feng finally closed her eyes in pain and drew a deep breath. She practically squeezed the trembling words out between her teeth:

"Fine... go ahead! If you dare go back on your word afterward, I'll fight you even if I have to detonate my Martial Soul!"

With that, the red-haired girl raised her flushed, sultry face in resignation, her body taut as a fully drawn bowstring.