"Husband-Brother, really?"
Ning Rongrong held the jade box, looking at Su Yu with delighted surprise.
"Yes, your big brother wouldn't lie to you! There's no special way to consume this immortal herb. Just eat it directly!"
"Okay!"
Ning Rongrong cradled the Aromatic Silk Beauty in her palms. Its golden petals trembled gently against her fingertips, giving off a sweet, fresh fragrance.
She tilted her little face up toward Su Yu and, after receiving his confirmation, carefully brought the flower to her mouth.
The petals melted the moment they entered her mouth. They had none of the astringency of ordinary flowers and herbs, but instead carried a rich sweetness that slid down her throat into her stomach.
Only a moment later, she suddenly let out an "Ah!" and instinctively pressed her little hand against her lower abdomen.
It felt as though she held a small stove there, and a gentle current of warmth was slowly rising.
Unlike the forcefulness of Soul Power, this warmth was like a stream in early spring, gently washing through every limb and bone.
Wherever it passed, her meridians seemed to have been meticulously smoothed, and places that had been somewhat sluggish became unobstructed.
Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul appeared in her palm without her willing it.
The seven-colored light flowing over the pagoda shone several times brighter than before, even bringing a crystalline sheen to her eyes.
"How is it? Does it hurt?"
Su Yu crouched before her and asked softly, a wisp of gentle Soul Power curling around his fingertips, ready to guide her at any moment.
Ning Rongrong shook her head, her little face filled with wonder as she felt the warmth spreading constantly through her body. "It doesn't hurt-it's so warm, so comfortable-"
She could clearly feel her Soul Power