Tang Qingye revealed a little of his divine might. Golden light flowed from within him, and his eyes abruptly lit up with a pale green glow. There was no radiance of outwardly released soul power, but a tangible yet insubstantial spiritual force suddenly burst forth.
Leng Yaozhu instinctively probed it. The next moment, her eyes widened, filled with shock and doubt, as though she had witnessed the most absurd, inconceivable thing in the world. Her rosy lips parted into a small "O," and she could not close her mouth for the longest time, utterly unable to utter a word.
Just as Leng Yaozhu stood petrified, a piece of candy was pressed between her lips and teeth-along with a length of white-jade-like finger.
She distinctly felt the tip of her tongue touch the pad of his finger.
"You insolent disciple! Do you have a death wish?"
Those soft lips spat his finger out.
Coming back to her senses, a flush climbed from her neck all the way to her cheeks. Her ears turned so red they looked ready to drip blood, and her eyes filled with embarrassment and annoyance.
"Is the candy sweet, Master?"
Hearing his teasing words, she felt her cheeks grow slightly hot. Rather than argue, she quietly slipped her fingers to his waist and gave him a vicious twist, neither too hard nor too gentle.
The youth sucked in a cold breath, his body trembling slightly as he let out a low hiss.
"Tangible yet insubstantial-the Spirit Abyss Realm. How did you do it?"
Her voice carried a measure of disbelief.
Improving spiritual power was already harder than ascending to heaven. Unless one possessed a spiritual-type martial soul or encountered some extraordinary opportunity, even a Titled Douluo might not reach the Spirit Abyss Realm.
She drew a deep