Ten times the power?

Fang Zong was startled, but then felt his face tingle and his teeth ache, and he also felt a little bit of anticipation.

He's not uneducated; what's this about 'transforming extreme yin into extreme yang, and then transforming extreme yang into extreme yin,' or 'the three transformations'? To put it bluntly, isn't it all just that?

It should be, probably, almost certainly.

Fang Zong: "╰(*°▽°*)╯……I'm not that kind of person!"

"You're overthinking it," Li Xiaoran said coldly, a sudden glint of icy blue light flashing in his usually indifferent eyes...

"We'll talk about it tonight."

Why must we talk about this at night? And why bring up Sofia all of a sudden?

As evening approached, Fang Zong's mind became increasingly chaotic. He went to Zhao Changle's place for a drink, had dinner with his parents, and then unconsciously wandered into the teaching building.

Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo's hair salon had long since closed down, and they didn't know how to style other people's hair at all. After Dragon Valley was established, they lived on the top floor of the teaching building.

The entire top floor was broken through and divided into thirteen rooms, which served as offices and also as training grounds.

It also serves as accommodation.

Fang Zong walked into the room prepared for himself and took out the flower petals of the beautiful woman's corpse spirit.

This is something Cleopatra used against him, and now it has become an aid for his cultivation. The pink smoke on it has faded considerably, but after taking a puff, his eyes are still bloodshot and his whole body suddenly feels weak.

There was only one hard spot, and all the true yang energy in the body rushed into it, absorbing the medicinal power of the elixir.

"Ding Dang! Congratulations on the great progress of the Summoner's True Yang Qi. You only need eight clusters of Cold Iron Ghost Qi to advance to the fifth rank."

Using this thing for cultivation is very torturous for men, but...

Hearing Ninth Sister's voice, though a little tormented, was still worth it.

Recently, the one that has been slowly absorbing all the pink smoke from the petals of the beautiful female corpse spirit has saved seven clumps of cold iron ghost energy.

Of course, we should thank Cleopatra, who smiled as she reminisced.

Enjoy!

Then calm down and try to fight against another fire within your body, fueled by hormones...

"Bang!" Suddenly, the door opened.

Xue Nuo put away her purple leather shoes, smiled and let Li Xiaoran in, then grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut.

The room was sealed off once again, leaving only Fang Zong, whose blood was still surging, and Li Xiaoran, who exuded a cool and aloof aura, as if she had a powerful air conditioner built in. Her ethereal, delicate, and untouchable aura made her seem like a goddess descended from a snow-capped mountain.

"Ahem, Xiaoran, I wasn't ready yet."

Fang Zong resisted the flames within his body, but... he really didn't want to resist.

Half-heartedly resisting?

Isn't that a bit too girly?

Just then, Li Xiaoran walked over. Her graceful steps were beautiful enough to catch the eye and captivate the heart.

Fang Zong recalled the fleeting kiss he shared with Li Xiaoran at Kaiming Middle School, and how Li Xiaoran had unhesitatingly drawn his sword against the generals of the Ghost Killing Team for him, and how he had killed members of the Blood Fiend Sect for him.

Not only the hormones in my body, but also my heart and even my soul, all felt light and airy.

It was just like Tang Sanzang's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, when he looked up and saw the Great Thunder Temple.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood. He truly dared to swear that at this moment, in the deepest part of his heart and soul, he was not thinking about pleasure from friction in his genitals.

Rather, it's something deeper, something that makes the soul feel wonderful and nourishes the heart and soul...

“Xiaoran, I…” Fang Zong felt he should say something.

Yes, he has a girlfriend, Sophia, the Indian goddess of the moon. But he didn't hide it. Perhaps he had an excuse, saying that polygamy is common in the world of military commanders, and he was just following the trend.

I also want to say that even so, he really... has feelings for her!

But when the words reached his lips, Fang Zong couldn't bring himself to say them.

He had neither the ability nor the right to act recklessly in Li Xiaoran's matter, because no matter how many excuses there were, two hearts should remain loyal to one another!

He's a bit old-fashioned, really, but I don't think that kind of old-fashionedness is bad!

What are you trying to say?

Li Xiaoran asked a question, then felt impatient. Looking down, he saw that Fang Zong was holding the flower petals of the beautiful woman's corpse spirit.

Fang Zong had told her about this thing before, and knew that it could enhance Fang Zong's true yang energy. He was also aware that this thing had some side effects, so he simply picked it up and stuffed it into Fang Zong's mouth.

Slender, snow-white, and slightly cool fingers pinched Fang Zong's chin, and the fingertips brushed towards Fang Zong's Adam's apple... "Gulp!"

Fang Zong swallowed the flower petals of the beautiful woman's corpse spirit directly.

"So direct?" Fang Zong was speechless.

Fang Zong was completely bewildered.

Fang Zong was speechless, unsure of what to say.

While he was still dazed, a ball of fire suddenly rose in his lower abdomen, and his true yang energy burned fiercely. Apart from the thunderous roar and the fact that the leather shoes on his feet were not ordinary, every strip of cloth on his body was burned to ashes.

He roared, his mind clouded, and instinctively pulled Li Xiaoran into his arms.

Li Xiaoran also hugged him.

The bone-chilling cold instantly snapped Fang Zong back to his senses.

"Calm your mind and follow my eight-armed spiritual light."

Li Xiaoran said something indifferently, and then stretched out her eight snow-white arms, pulling Fang Zong into her embrace.

Eight soft, delicate hands each gripped one of Fang Zong's major acupoints, and breath surged into Fang Zong's body, making him stiff all over, except for one place that quickly softened.

Damn it!

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