Douluo Continent: My Days in the Tang Sect

Slightly cool, and elastic.

Yet it is also aggressive and domineering.

With his mind relaxed, Ye Nanxiao had only one thought left for the time being.

Xiao Shiyi is still the same Xiao Shiyi, whether now or before, she's still that cool yet fiery girl.

When facing strangers, Feng Shiyi is cold.

But when she removes her protective shell, she is fiery and sexy.

As their lips parted, a silver thread could be faintly seen stretching longer and longer.

Feng Shiyi licked her lips and took Ye Nanxiao's large hand.

"I couldn't find the papaya you mentioned, but I've been eating the fragrant melon, which has similar effects."

Ye Nanxiao was somewhat surprised that even with his nearly 1.8-meter-tall frame, he couldn't wrap his arms around it with one hand.

"Hmph, haa!"

"It's a bit complicated to untangle, let's just push it up."

Ye Nanxiao naturally obeyed, sat down cross-legged, and embraced Feng Shiyi.

So that she could sit in his lap.

"My little secretary, you have five minutes to give your report."

"What, boss, is this all the time you have?"

Ye Nanxiao's anger surged, and he raised his hand to bring it down.

The crisp sound made Feng Shiyi grunt, and she increased the pressure on her hand.

Even when he had something to do, Ye Nanxiao remained clear-headed.

He quickly spun Feng Shiyi around, and after her clothes were magically put back in place, he once again became infatuated with those elastic and passionate red lips.

"Alright, you little brat, listen to me. Your boss has been awesome since he was a kid. He has already received divine inheritance. Now listen carefully, I'm going to make a bold plan."

"I'll take you to the realm of gods, so you can continue to be my little secretary and serve me for the rest of your life."

Feng Shiyi's eyes were somewhat dazed, but after hearing Ye Nanxiao's words, she instantly snapped back to reality.

She stared into Ye Nanxiao's eyes for a long time.

In those eyes filled with tender affection, I could clearly see my own face.

Her emotions surged again, taking over her mind.

A passionate, fervent kiss landed on Ye Nanxiao's face, neck, and lips.

Ye Nanxiao raised his hand and gently stroked the beauty's jade-like back, speaking softly.

Feng Shiyi's madness lasted for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

For someone as calm as her, this was already a serious mistake in her cultivation.

"Then you'll never finish receiving your salary in your lifetime! Don't expect me to let you off the hook!"

Feng Shiyi was panting, secretly annoyed that her breath-holding skills were not good enough, and that she should add this skill to her future training.

"I have billions to give you. Are you ready to be rich overnight?"

"Little princess, you need to calculate how many children you'll have before you're satisfied with what you've given birth to..."

How many are enough to pay back?
Feng Shiyi's brain has gone on strike, leaving her with only basic cognitive abilities.

Control your breathing when you can't hold your breath any longer.

Ye Nanxiao carefully transferred the pure soul power into Feng Shiyi's body. In the inner vision of his martial soul, he carefully lifted Feng Shiyi's origin with the power of the Frozen Flower.

"ah!"

Feng Shiyi shuddered and increased the force in her hands.

A chill ran through her, and she instinctively sought warmth.

Xue Di and Bi Ji finally stopped gossiping and sat cross-legged on either side of Ye Nanxiao.

The frozen flower slowly expanded, casting a floral shadow that enveloped the two of them.

Feng Shiyi's ice-attribute spirit rings began to rotate, cheering and echoing the power of the Frozen Flower.

Her martial spirit, the surface of that ancient cross-shaped sickle, began to be imprinted with dazzling and mysterious frost patterns by Ye Nanxiao.

Frost, ice flowers, snow patterns.

A large amount of pure soul power gathered in Ye Nanxiao's palm and slowly merged into Feng Shiyi's body.

Pure soul power surged and enveloped Feng Shiyi's main meridians and organs.

Ye Nanxiao took a deep breath, his heart pounding like thunder, and his rich blood energy surged up rapidly, like a raging dragon.

Ye Nanxiao tempered the violent and sharp qi and blood mist, which enveloped Feng Shiyi and slowly merged into her through the pores of her body.

Within the inner vision of her martial soul, the frost patterns on Feng Shiyi's cross-shaped scythe were completed, and a blooming ice flower appeared at the core of the cross-shaped scythe.

Alongside the ice flower pattern, there is a faint red line that connects the beginning and end, wrapping around the ice flower design.

"It's done!"

Ye Nanxiao gazed at the cross-shaped scythe radiating a strong chill within his Martial Soul Inner Vision.

In reality, beautiful ice flower patterns slowly appeared on Feng Shiyi's ice-attribute soul ring.

A faint chill, like a giant hand, enveloped Feng Shiyi's other spirit rings, staining them with a light blue hue.

As the ice patterns and ice flowers were successfully outlined on the martial soul's origin, Feng Shiyi, who had previously felt the chill constantly invading her body, now felt the cold disappear and was replaced by a faint warmth.

"Little Eleven, your physical strength is not enough. I will integrate my Qi and blood into your body. When you circulate your Qi and blood, my fox shadow may appear on your body." Ye Nanxiao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Purifying and protecting, seamlessly integrating, outlining the power of the frozen flower fusion, Ye Nanxiao walked with utmost care, afraid of hurting Feng Shiyi.

Such intensity is comparable to top-tier surgery.

Even though Ye Nanxiao already possessed a demigod's body and a nine-ring cultivation level, he still couldn't withstand the mental strain caused by the repeated increases in energy expenditure.

Feng Shiyi summoned her martial spirit, and looked at the originally simple martial spirit, which was now gorgeous and full of power due to the frost patterns.

The ice flower at the intersection of the scythe-like cross seemed to have fallen on her heart. Her blood and energy surged like a mighty river, her heart pounding rapidly, transmitting a continuous flow of power.

Feng Shiyi could faintly hear a long, drawn-out fox cry.

Friendly and lovely.

Feng Shi kept staring at Ye Nanxiao, who was covered in sweat, and took out the communication soul tool under the latter's somewhat tired gaze.

"Sister Nan, I need to ask you for a favor. I'm currently upgrading my Martial Soul... Yes, Master is here too... Please cover my defense duties for now..."

"He's very strong? Should I help him? Hmm, I'll give it a try first. I know his strength... Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Nanxiao was still pondering the meaning of Feng Shiyi's words when he saw Feng Shiyi put down the communication soul tool and then her body tremble.

With that final "protection" falling, the wheat-like body, beautiful yet resilient, emerged.

"And abs?"

Before Ye Nanxiao could even appreciate it, he was pounced on by a "hungry tiger".

Xue Di and Bi Ji's eyes immediately lit up, and they quickly shrank into a corner, crouching quietly.

But Ye Nanxiao wouldn't give them a chance. With a wave of his hand, he pulled them back into his spiritual sea.

The following situation cannot be explained in a few words.

The room was filled with romance, and the spring breeze was silent.

Less than half an hour later, the tightly locked door opened.

Ye Nanxiao carried Feng Shiyi and slowly walked towards the medical room.

"I told you, sometimes when you do something for the first time, you have to take it slow and gentle. You can't rush it. Look, now you can't even walk."

Feng Shiyi, unlike her usual cold demeanor, nestled in Ye Nanxiao's arms like a docile kitten, wrapping her arms around his neck and occasionally turning her head to nuzzle him.

If Feng Shiyi had a tail, it would already be clinging to Ye Nanxiao right now.

"No way! After all these years, I've finally got what I wanted, but you bastard are so slow!"

Feng Shiyi raised her head and kissed Ye Nanxiao's Adam's apple with a touch of infatuation.

Feeling the warmth and softness of her red lips, Ye Nanxiao said irritably, "Don't mess around, wasn't the lesson you just learned enough!"

Feng Shiyi has had enough, but he hasn't had enough yet.

The fire hasn't even been lit yet, although Feng Shiyi has already used all sorts of martial arts skills, coordinating the two sides.

Sometimes, being too physically fit isn't a good thing.

Feng Shiyi's thoughts are like someone who has been craving a drink for years, and when they finally get it, they will tilt their head back and gulp it down without a care in the world.

Commonly known as being greedy.

In the medical room, Ye Nanxiao used his card to book a room by himself.

Gently placing Feng Shiyi on the bed, the little girl still wouldn't behave, hugging him tightly and pulling Ye Nanxiao onto the bed as well.

Then, just like receiving a beloved freeze-dried cat, he hugged it and started chewing on it.

Ye Nanxiao:
greedy!
Another half hour later, Ye Nanxiao sat relaxed on the edge of the bed, holding a special ointment in his hand.

"Clap!"

Feng Shiyi silently covered a certain soft spot on her body. Her phoenix eyes were filled with tenderness and watery, as if they were silently whispering sweet nothings.

"Don't cover it up, let me put some medicine on it for you. You're already being greedy at the very beginning, what will you be like in the future?"

Even if Feng Shiyi's cultivation level is not weak and she has been training her physical body for many years, she is still far from being a match for a demigod.

The swelling was just redness, indicating that Ye Nanxiao was not moving or fighting back.

Feng Shiyi tilted her head slightly, revealing her exceptionally red lips.

Ye Nanxiao spread out the blood-stasis-reducing ointment, imbued it with his soul power, and then massaged it with a special technique to reduce the swelling.

Feng Shiyi wasn't idle either; she took the opportunity to meditate.

The cross scythe has evolved, both in terms of quality and the type of martial spirit.

The old-fashioned iron sickle has now been transformed into a magnificent frost sickle.

It's like turning a stone into crystal.

"How did you do that? You just transferred your soul power directly?"

Feng Shiyi shrank the Frost Scythe and hovered it between her fingertips.

Ye Nanxiao slapped it again, "What are you thinking? If it were that simple, there wouldn't be any useless martial souls or martial soul ranking tables in the world."

"Oh, so that's the power of your flower."

Feng Shiyi looked at the frozen flower hanging around Ye Nanxiao's neck.

The crystal-clear ice flowers, seemingly containing boundless energy, gave her a sense of awe.

"The Frozen Flower, a treasure of the gods in the realm of the Ice Gods."

"It will also serve as our work credentials and identity verification in the future."

Feng Shiyi nodded slightly, then suddenly crawled up and nestled in Ye Nanxiao's arms.

"Alright, sit up, we'll take you to see the master."

Ye Nanxiao straightened Feng Shiyi's clothes, and then summoned the Frozen Flower again.

"Sister Fengxue, I've brought people with me."

The moment the thought was sent, the Goddess of Wind and Snow replied.

"Not bad, the speed is acceptable."

For the Goddess of Wind and Snow, Ye Nanxiao's search for people and then his search for her took only a blink of an eye.

"The frozen flower shone into the size of a fist and floated above Feng Shiyi's head, casting its light upon her."

Amidst the shimmering starlight, a faint voice suddenly reached Feng Shiyi's ears.

"My name is Xuan Shuang." (End of Chapter)