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Just then, Mo Bai's finger, carrying that strange light, slowly moved down from her forehead, passing over her nose, lips, chin, neck, collarbone, and finally stopping on her high left breast, right at the center of her heart.
"With my soul, I cast your brand. From now on, your body and your soul both belong to me. The light of the Seven Treasures shall shine upon the nine heavens." Deep and ancient incantation-like syllables were spat from Mo Bai's mouth; every word seemed to carry a peculiar power, striking upon Ning Rongrong's soul.
The point of deep dark light at his fingertip suddenly blazed, then like a living liquid, it seeped into Ning Rongrong's skin, followed the bloodline upstream, and finally branded itself fiercely upon her throbbing martial soul source!
"Ah—!" Ning Rongrong finally let out a sound—a high-pitched scream mixed with extreme pain and some kind of unutterable pleasure. Her body arched backward abruptly like a fully drawn bow, her chest heaving violently, and her entire skin instantly turned an alluring pink color.
At the moment the branding was completed, she felt that deep in her soul, beside that seven-colored glazed pagoda, an additional tiny, deep dark whirlpool-like mark had appeared. The mark was tightly connected to the glazed pagoda, inseparable. A powerful, domineering, yet incredibly reassuring and belonging-inducing intent surged from that mark, instantly flowing through her entire body.
Next came an even more intense change!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda phantom behind her saw its light explode! The original seven-layered tower body, within the brilliant light, actually began to vibrate slightly; at the tower base, a new point of light struggled yet firmly lit up, extending upward, outlining the silhouette of an eighth layer! Then, the ninth layer!
Although the light of the eighth and ninth layers was still very illusory, far from being as solidified as the first seven layers, that was indeed a new level! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was evolving toward the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Massive soul power backflowed from the evolving martial soul like a burst dam, rushing toward her already loosened level twenty-eight bottleneck.
"Now is the time, condense the soul ring!" Mo Bai's voice rang out again; at the same time, he had at some point shed his own clothes, revealing a sturdy yet not exaggerated body.
Ning Rongrong, under the dual shock of soul power explosion and soul branding, already had a blurred consciousness, leaving only instinct. She felt a scalding, firm body cover her, hugging her tightly. That familiar scent that made her feel safe yet throb with excitement enveloped her.
Mo Bai did not give her any time to adapt; he lowered his waist and, with an irresistible force, pierced her.
"Wu—!" Ning Rongrong curled her toes in pain, tears gushing out instantly. The thick, rock-hard cock forced its way into her virgin-tight pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching her narrow, unprepared channel to its absolute limit. Her inner walls were pried open inch by inch, the bulging head scraping roughly along every sensitive fold and ridge until it slammed heavily against her immature cervix with crushing force, creating a deep, womb-shaking ache that blended with burning friction. She felt impossibly full, her pussy lips stretched thin and taut around the thick invading shaft, every throbbing vein dragging along her convulsing flesh and sending violent sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her brain.
But following immediately after was the tremor of the soul brand being completely activated, and the explosive strange pleasure produced when the medicinal power of the Qi Luo Immortal Tulip was guided by some force to merge with the scalding presence intruding into her body!
The pain of breaking her virginity was almost imperceptible in the face of the soul power rampage and soul tremor. She only felt her body was completely filled and stretched; the newborn brand deep in her soul rotated and glowed madly, deathly entwined with the intruder's aura. Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda phantom solidified to the extreme at this moment, the eighth and ninth layer phantoms becoming clear by another part!
Mo Bai's movements were powerful and rhythmic; every deep thrust seemed to strike her soul brand and martial soul source. Ning Rongrong's cries and pained calls soon turned into broken moans. That feeling was too strange; clearly, her body was being torn apart with pain, yet her soul seemed to be cheering and jumping with joy, soul power was growing and condensing at a terrifying speed, her martial soul was cheering for the evolution, and deep in her body, the place being repeatedly struck and rubbed by that scalding presence actually began to breed a shameful-to-death, increasingly intense pleasure.
"Ugh... Teacher... slow, slow down... it hurts... and... and it's so strange..." Ning Rongrong was incoherent, her hands unconsciously scratching Mo Bai's back, her legs involuntarily wrapping around his waist. Her body shook violently under the dual attack of pain and extreme pleasure, soul power galloped uncontrollably, merging with the pure and domineering soul power Mo Bai passed into her body, forming a cycle.
Mo Bai lowered his head, kissing her moaning lips, blocking all her whimpers. His kiss was not gentle, carrying aggression and possession, his tongue prying open her teeth and wantonly plundering her breath and saliva. Simultaneously, his movements became even more violent; every thrust was both deep and heavy, pushing Ning Rongrong's petite body to surge upward continuously. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her ass with wet, obscene sounds, the thick shaft pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy, dragging her clinging inner walls outward before slamming back in to batter her cervix again and again.
Ning Rongrong felt she was about to die, and yet about to fly. Her consciousness ebbed and flowed in extreme pain and extreme joy, the soul brand becoming clearer and firmer with every strike. Her soul power level was soaring; the bottleneck of level twenty-eight was like paper as it was crashed through, soul power singing and moving triumphantly toward level twenty-nine and level thirty!
The seven-colored pagoda light enveloped the two of them; on the tower body, the phantoms of the eighth and ninth layers flickered constantly, gradually transforming from illusory to solidified.
Finally, after a deep thrust that almost knocked her soul out of her body, white light exploded before Ning Rongrong's eyes, her body tightened to the limit, and she let out a high-pitched, out-of-tune scream. At the same time, the soul power torrent in her body also broke through the final obstruction, officially stepping over the threshold of level thirty! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda phantom behind her erupted with a brilliant nine-colored light; although the eighth and ninth layers were still illusory, they were clearly visible and integrated with the tower body!
At the peak moment of her soul power breakthrough and martial soul manifestation, Mo Bai also let out a low growl, hugging her deathly tight in his arms, pouring all his scalding life essence into the deepest part of her body.
"Boom—!"
Ning Rongrong felt her soul and body were simultaneously thrown into the ten-thousand-foot-high sky and then fell into a bottomless abyss. The soul brand erupted with a scorching light, completely merging with her evolved martial soul, no longer separable. An unprecedented sense of connection was established between her and Mo Bai; she could vaguely feel his vast-as-the-sea soul power and his calm-as-a-waveless-lake yet all-controlling will.
The light slowly faded.
Ning Rongrong slumped limply on the cold floor, her body covered in sweat, tears, and certain sticky liquids, her lower abdomen a mess, slightly spasming. The sense of collapse after the soul power breakthrough and the extreme fatigue after the climax surged up together, leaving her without even the strength to move a finger. But her gaze was clear, even carrying a peculiar, newborn-like radiance.
She raised her hand, a thought moving. A crystal clear, radiant glazed treasure pagoda appeared in her palm, rotating slowly. One, two, three... seven, eight, nine! Although the light of the eighth and ninth layers was slightly dim, they were indeed nine layers! Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Tears flowed again, but this time, they were tears of joy, excitement, and disbelief. A thousand-year legend, the sect's wish, had actually been realized through her!
A warm palm brushed against her cheek, wiping away her tears. Mo Bai had at some point already stood up and dressed, looking down at her, his gaze still calm, yet seemingly possessing a trace of hard-to-detect satisfaction.
"How does it feel? Owner of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda." His voice was a bit hoarse, yet carried a peculiar magnetism.
Ning Rongrong looked at him, looking at this man who had just taken her virginity, carved a brand in the depths of her soul, yet bestowed upon her the power she had dreamed of. The emotions in her heart reached an extreme complexity; there was shame, fear, and confusion, but even more, there was an unutterable reliance, belonging, and... distorted gratitude.
The brand deep in her soul heated slightly, passing on a sense of peace and submissiveness. Her body still carried the soreness and satisfaction of being completely possessed. Power surged in her body, the nine-layered pagoda shone brilliantly in her palm.
She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and trembling, yet carrying an unprecedented gentleness and firmness: "Thank... thank you, Master. Rongrong... Rongrong feels very good."
The word "Master" blurted out naturally, as if she had already practiced it thousands of times in the depths of her soul.
The curvature of Mo Bai's mouth deepened slightly. He leaned down, draped one of his own coats over Ning Rongrong's naked body, and then picked her up horizontally.
"Rest well. Your body needs to adapt to the new soul power and martial soul. Tomorrow, I will take you to obtain your fourth soul ring." Holding her, he walked toward a rest room on the inner side of the Quiet Room.
Ning Rongrong leaned into his embrace, smelling that cool scent on him, feeling the sense of being tightly connected to this man before her through the soul brand, and the surging soul power of a level forty Soul Ancestor within her, along with that illusory yet real nine-layered tower shadow in her palm.
She knew that from this moment on, that arrogant Eldest Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong, was dead. What survived was the Ning Rongrong who possessed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and had Mo Bai's mark carved in the depths of her soul.
She closed her eyes, burying her face in Mo Bai's chest; a teardrop fell silently, though she did not know if it was from sadness or liberation.