The mighty one

A few hours passed by...

Ling'r awoke in a sumptuous bed, surrounded by opulent adornments, each decoration here was worth several thousand spirit stones.

"Ughh....M-My body... it still hurts, that demon! Ghh! He didn't bother giving me a single rest, then again, it was my own fault that led to that position," she said with a red face filled with confusion, disbelief, and even 'delight'.

Just recalling yesterday's night makes her cuddle in fear.

All night, nonstop.

It was hard for her and HARD for him, too.

Eesh! Even for a cultivator isn't this too much? Not to mention, a soul cultivator.

With that being said, she looked at the mirror, that was hung on the walls, accepting her role, she just hoped that she wouldn't get pregnant, not now, at least as she was going to face lightning tribulation soon enough.

"Huh? What is this mark on my forehead?" She asked with a surprised tone, expressing herself being alone.