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Dai Chengfeng gazed at the disoriented and panting girl in his arms.
The vulnerable, inviting look she wore now was a stark contrast to the spoiled little devil he usually knew. An unusual allure strongly assaulted his senses.
After all, Dai Chengfeng was only a hot-blooded teenage boy, not some saintly figure immune to temptation.
"Merciful heavens… This can't be blamed on me taking advantage of you—I warned you repeatedly beforehand… It was your choice to insist on taking it now…"
At this moment—
Ning Rongrong tilted her head up, her hazy eyes fixed on Dai Chengfeng's face, which was now just inches away. The firm lines of his features and his tightly pressed lips seemed to become the source of her yearning.
Fragments of her earlier accidental memory of seeing Zhu Zhuqing in an intimate moment with Dai Chengfeng resurfaced in her mind.
Guided by instinct, she clumsily and awkwardly leaned forward, pressing her lips against Dai Chengfeng's in an unskilled kiss.
It was inexperienced, desperate, and lacked any finesse—but it carried the raw, fervent passion of a young girl.
This awkward yet bold kiss became the final straw that broke the camel's back, completely igniting the flames Dai Chengfeng had been suppressing all along.
Dai Chengfeng's breathing grew heavy as well. The fragile thread of rationality he had been trying to maintain crumbled into dust in that instant.
He felt the naive yet sincere desire emanating from the trembling girl in his arms, her body quivering under the influence of the drug. All thoughts of resistance were cast aside.
"Ah… So be it."
Dai Chengfeng sighed inwardly, his gaze turning deep and dangerous. "Blocking is worse than guiding… It seems this is the only way to 'resolve' it."
Without further hesitation, he took the initiative, one hand firmly wrapping around Ning Rongrong's slender waist, pulling her even closer to him.
His other hand cupped the back of her head, shifting from passive to active, and he kissed her deeply.
This kiss was no longer the clumsy nibbling of Ning Rongrong's—it was filled with aggression and skill…
"Mmm…"
Ning Rongrong let out a sound that was both pained and pleasured, responding awkwardly.
The burning heat brought on by the drug seemed to have found its outlet. She clung even tighter to Dai Chengfeng, instinctively pressing herself closer to the only source that could alleviate her "pain."
In her daze, Ning Rongrong's clothing gradually became disheveled and slipped off.
The temperature in the cultivation room rose.
...
Time passed, though neither knew how long.
The dense medicinal aroma in the room had not yet fully dissipated, but it mingled with a sweet and sultry scent, creating an indescribable air of intimacy.
Dai Chengfeng gazed at Ning Rongrong, who lay in his arms—her eyes still hazy, her skin flushed with an alluring red, her face glistening with sweat, and her rationality finally returning.
"Waking up?"
At his words, Ning Rongrong's long lashes fluttered like startled butterfly wings, slowly opening.
Her once lively and mischievous eyes still held traces of lingering haze, but more prominent now was a flood of clarity, embarrassment, and… disbelief.
As consciousness returned, the sensations in her body became vividly clear.
Her entire being felt as though it had undergone intense forging—her limbs were slightly sore, but more than anything, she felt an indescribable lightness and clarity. Her soul power surged through her meridians, far stronger than before.
However, even more intense than these physical changes was the memory etched into her skin.
She could clearly feel herself nearly naked, curled up in a warm and solid embrace, her skin tingling with a heat that made her blush and her heart race.
Broken fragments of memories rapidly reassembled in her mind.
Her throwing herself into his arms, her clumsy kiss, those strong hands with calloused palms cradling her neck and waist…
With a rush, Ning Rongrong felt her blood surge to her head. Her cheeks, ears, and neck flushed a deeper red than when the drug had first taken hold.
She struggled abruptly, wanting to escape the shameful embrace, but her weakened body and inner panic left her movements feeble and ineffective.
"What's wrong?"
In response to Dai Chengfeng's question, Ning Rongrong couldn't bring herself to look at him.
Right now, she wished she could sink into the ground. In a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz and trembling with emotion, she stammered:
"L-let… let me go…"
Dai Chengfeng looked at the girl in his arms, now almost curled into a ball, her mortified expression a world apart from the fiery seductress she had been moments ago. He couldn't help but find it amusing.
Still, he loosened his grip as requested, though his movements were unhurried.
He appeared composed, even deliberately slowing down, as if savoring her current embarrassment.
The moment she was free, Ning Rongrong scrambled backward like a startled rabbit.
Her hands fumbled frantically with her disheveled and barely concealing clothes. Her fingers trembled faintly, failing several times to tie her sash. The more anxious she became, the clumsier her movements grew. Her eyes began to water with shame…
And another indescribable emotion swirled within her, threatening to bring her to tears.
Dai Chengfeng didn't take the opportunity to look at her further. Instead, he turned around, facing away, his voice returning to its usual calm, even tinged with a hint of detachment:
"Fix your clothes first."
"Then sense the changes within your body—the medicine's effects should be fully absorbed by now."
His considerate gesture allowed Ning Rongrong to breathe a slight sigh of relief, though her inner turmoil remained far from settled.
"Mm…"
Suppressing her immense embarrassment, Ning Rongrong gave a faint reply and quickly, though awkwardly, adjusted her clothing.
Though still somewhat wrinkled, at least she was presentable.
During this process, she could clearly feel the earth-shattering transformation in her martial soul.
The surging soul power couldn't be faked, and the familiar seven-layer glazed pagoda now radiated an unprecedented brilliance!
The pagoda was no longer seven layers—it had clearly transformed into… nine layers!
Its nine-colored aura flowed, exuding a sense of completeness and vastness, brimming with infinite possibilities.
The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda! The legendary Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!
A wave of immense joy momentarily washed away some of her embarrassment. Ning Rongrong instinctively closed her eyes and focused intently.
Her soul power level…
Had directly broken through to Level 30!
Moreover, her soul power was incredibly condensed, without a trace of instability—clearly the result of the Great Rejuvenation Pill cleansing her essence and reinforcing her foundation.
Not only that, but she could also sense that the two soul rings she had previously absorbed had become significantly denser, their energy fluctuations noticeably stronger than before—undoubtedly the effect of the Dragon Blood Soul-Refining Pill!
Purification, evolution, enhancement of soul rings!
The combined effects of the three treasures far exceeded her expectations!
This was a complete metamorphosis!
After the initial wave of euphoria subsided, rationality returned.
Ning Rongrong clearly understood who had bestowed this life-changing opportunity upon her.
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