Chapter 15 Just a thief from the master! Qian Daobai will handle it!
But whale glue is incredibly potent.
After the coolness subsided, an even more ferocious heat wave surged up from the depths of her dantian, wave after wave, as if to completely melt Qian Renxue's internal organs.
Her rationality gradually became blurred under the alternating torment of ice and fire.
The body's instincts began to dominate everything.
She discovered that the only source of coolness was the master before her.
His fingers, his body, the air around him, all carried a coolness that was incredibly desirable.
Like a traveler searching for an oasis in the desert, she moved uncontrollably and slowly toward the direction of the Thousand Cypress Tree.
Her soft, fragrant shoulders gently pressed against his strong arms.
Qian Daobai did not move, letting her lean against him.
But that's not enough.
Qian Renxue's pale yellow outfit, already form-fitting, was now soaked with sweat and clung tightly to her skin, making her feel as if she were wrapped in an airtight steamer.
The heat simmered beneath the wide skirt, with nowhere to escape.
She muttered something unconsciously, her brows furrowed, as if she were complaining about something.
The next moment, she did something that made Qian Daobai take notice.
Her slender, fair hand reached under the table and lifted up her tightly closed skirt.
Her skirt was lifted up to her thighs.
Two straight, well-proportioned, and flawless beautiful legs were exposed to the air without warning.
Her ivory-like skin, bathed in the medicinal properties, glowed with a captivating pink luster. Her curves were taut, every inch brimming with astonishing elasticity and strength.
Freed from the constraints of the skirt, the scorching heat finally found an outlet, spreading throughout the room with a strange, pleasant fragrance.
The fragrance, at first whiff, is like orchids; upon closer inspection, it resembles musk, carrying a hint of sweetness that soothes the soul, as if it were the most primal scent from the depths of her soul.
Qian Renxue seemed to finally feel a little better and let out a long sigh.
Her dreamy golden eyes gazed intently at the cool "spring" before her, and she shifted her body forward slightly.
Finally, as if she had found the most comfortable harbor, she pressed her whole body into Qian Daobai's cool embrace.
Softness and firmness, heat and cold, formed the most striking contrast at this moment.
Qian Daobai's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
He could feel every tremor of the delicate body in his arms, hear her rapid breathing that suppressed her pain, and smell her body fragrance that was enough to shake any man's heart.
His eyes remained calm and still. He simply reached out and placed his palm on her back, a vital acupoint, continuously channeling his pure soul power to protect her heart and guide the domineering medicinal power to temper her body.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
One person remained calm and composed, like ice that had stood for millennia, protecting his disciples.
One person's suffering is like being boiled in oil over a raging fire, undergoing a transformation through pain.
Time flows quietly amidst this fusion of ice and fire.
...
After an unknown amount of time, the scorching heat, powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, finally receded slowly like the tide.
Instead, there is an unprecedented lightness and transparency.
Qian Renxue's hazy consciousness gradually returned. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her bright golden eyes.
The moment her vision cleared, she was shocked to realize that she was in such a shameful position, clinging to her master.
Her warm cheeks were pressed tightly against his cold chest, her arms were wrapped around his waist, and the hem of her skirt, which she had lifted up, left most of her legs pressed against him without any cover.
"boom--!"
A surge of heat rushed to my head, even hotter than when the whale gel had acted up earlier.
She jerked away as if electrocuted, frantically straightening her disheveled clothes and skirt, her ears burning red.
"Master, I..."
Qian Renxue kept her head down, her voice barely audible, and dared not look into Qian Daobai's eyes.
She felt her soul power surging and flowing at an unprecedented speed, her limbs and bones filled with explosive power.
She subconsciously looked inside her.
This discovery made her instantly forget all her shyness, and her golden eyes burst with unbelievable ecstasy.
"Master!"
She suddenly raised her head, her voice trembling with excitement.
"My soul power... I've reached level 76!"
With just a small piece of whale glue, her soul power was raised by one level from the bottleneck of level 75!
This is simply an unheard-of miracle!
Qian Daobai looked at her eyes, which had regained their sparkle, and remained calm.
At that moment, a voice that only he could hear quietly resounded in his mind.
[bite!]
[Disciple Qian Renxue's foundation has been stabilized and her strength has greatly improved. The host's 'exemplary teacher' task completion rate has increased.]
[Reward: Kendama*1.]
[Kendama: Can be inlaid into the hilt of a sword to greatly concentrate sword intent and enhance the power of the sword strike.]
Qian Daobai had a sudden thought.
A jade pendant, smooth and lustrous, like a piece of fine mutton fat jade, with a hint of sharp golden light flowing in its center, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
He picked up the kendama and casually placed it on the end of the hilt of the ancient sword "Zhanxie".
The sword jade seemed to come alive, instantly merging into the hilt and transforming into an ancient and mysterious golden pattern that perfectly blended with the hilt.
Qian Daobai gripped the hilt of his sword.
A completely different feel came over me.
The originally simple and unadorned "Slay Evil" sword now seemed to have a heartbeat, with streams of pure sword intent flowing from the hilt and resonating with his soul power.
He flicked his finger lightly into the air.
"Zheng—"
A barely audible sword cry.
An invisible sword aura, too thin to be seen with the naked eye, flashed past through the gap in the scabbard.
In the corner of the room, the topmost leaf of a potted plant silently split in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
Qian Renxue didn't even sense any fluctuations in soul power.
"good."
Qian Daobai nodded in satisfaction and put "Slay Evil" back on his back.
This trip down the mountain was very fruitful.
He gazed leisurely out the window, his eyes becoming more profound.
Punishing Ma Hongjun was just a small appetizer.
Those little monsters from Shrek Academy are backed by a complex web of powerful forces; taking action against one will unleash a whole host of others.
But all of these things have to wait.
The most important thing right now is to settle old scores with the current Pope of the Spirit Hall.
Qianxunji.
In a way, they are my juniors.
Although he was a good-for-nothing who deserved to die, he was still a member of the Qian family, and it was not up to an outsider to clean house.
Moreover, Bibi Dong, that woman, sits on the Pope's throne of the Spirit Hall, enjoying the resources and glory left by the Thousand Family Angel Gods throughout the ages, yet she keeps siding with outsiders.
Such a traitor within the family is a menace if left alive.
It's time to get rid of it.
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