The Harsh Ceng Rou

How could Xia Tian feel nothing with such a gorgeous beauty in his embrace? Ceng Rou's sexy body constantly wiggled in Xia Tian's arms. The risky scenario fanned flames of lust welling within.

"Stop squirming or I'll devour you."

"Oh, well why haven't you?"

Hearing this taunt from Ceng Rou caused the bundle of flames within Xia Tian to explode.

That night, Xia Tian unleashed all his eighteen-years of pent-up lust. He had never experienced such exhilaration before, and he felt as if all of his pores had burst. Alongside this, the Ancient Buddha's Sarira was also beginning to release an exceedingly large amount of heat.

The heat flowed through every inch of his body.

The next day, Ceng Rou woke up early to prepare breakfast for Xia Tian.

After Xia Tian had gotten out of bed, he went to the backyard to meditate. "Huh, this is a breakthrough, isn't it? My Empyrean Slumber Technique has reached the second phase."