Three months later, Yang Tian suddenly opened his eyes as he sat cross-legged in his room. Feeling the strength of the more than forty thousand points of spiritual power within him, he was delighted. "It's time to challenge for a suit of Adamantine Base armor."
It was a piece of Epic Grade Equipment that could store a hundred thousand points of spiritual power. Once worn, it allowed the wearer to ignore physical and magical attacks below the seventh rank. It was also light and supple, so it would not hinder movement.
Seeing Yang Tian open the door, Jiaoxin asked with a smile, "Brother Tian, are you going out?"
Yang Tian nodded and answered gently, "Yes, Xin'er, I need to go out for a while. Stay home for now."
Jiaoxin gave Yang Tian a mischievous look, then spread her arms.
Yang Tian smiled helplessly and finally gave her a hug. After this period of secluded cultivation, Jiaoxin had also successfully advanced to the mid ninth rank, equivalent to an eighth-order, fifth-level professional.
Most of Yang Tian's increase in strength came from his external spiritual power. His internal spiritual power had only risen to a little over forty thousand, an increase of around five or six thousand.
He breathed in the faint fragrance of the little fairy in his arms. Looking at her flawless face, Yang Tian wanted to kiss her, but he did not dare. In the end, he could only reluctantly let go.
Such a simple embrace seemed enough to satisfy them both. Jiaoxin felt the same way. Receiving Yang Tian's embrace had brought the two of them closer.
Yang Tian rubbed Jiaoxin's little head and smiled. "All right, Xin'er, take good care of the house."
"Mm, come back soon," Jiaoxin said with a sweet smile, having fully adapted to