Chapter 154: The Flower of Flame

If Eta remembered correctly, one-fifth of the wealth amounted to over ten thousand gold coins...

It felt as if his throat was filled with duck feathers, making him want to clear his throat, but he feared getting choked by those feathers. "Master, you might not know this yet, but the money from selling the Fire Scorpion, combined with the treasures dug out from the guide's house, totaled over fifty thousand gold coins."

Rayan was slightly taken aback. He didn't have much concept of money; it was hard for him to correlate piles of packages with fifty thousand gold coins. Previously, when he was a wanderer, he was penniless, but Evan always managed to find a way to feed him daily, ensuring he never went hungry. After Evan's death, he became Duke's assistant and devoted himself to rigorous training, caring even less about money. However, fifty thousand gold coins still startled him.

To him, money was just a troublesome set of numbers, always lifeless when kept nearby. All he wanted was to exchange the money for something he desired. He wanted Eta's Mad Dog Group to flourish—perhaps not needed now, but it would be eventually.

He slightly pursed his lips and asked Eta, who was scared pale, "Do you think ten thousand gold coins aren't enough for you to spend?"

"No, no, no!"

Eta felt as if he was drowning, unable to breathe. "It's not that it's not enough, it's too much! Way too much!"

Mad Dog Group was a mid-sized bounty hunter team, not outstanding but not too bad either. Annually, after normal expenses, each member could earn just a few hundred gold coins at most. Yet this time, Rayan suddenly allocated ten thousand gold coins to them and even asked if it was "enough."

Eta's legs went weak, hardly believing this was real.

Rayan coldly said, "Do you think I'm giving you this money for frivolous pleasures? Or do you think I'm the kind of fool who squanders money? Honestly, with your current strength, you indeed don't deserve these resources, but I like the name you've given your team and your temperaments. Since you've sworn to follow me, if you don't make a name for yourselves, don't become the most formidable bounty hunter team on the Auroria Continent, and don't make the name mad dog renowned, then don't come see me!"

Eta's face turned as red as if it had been pulled out of a furnace, but he regained the bounty hunter leader's spirit, lifted his head, and looked directly into Rayan's eyes, firmly saying, "Master, I understand. We, the Mad Dog Group, will take these ten thousand gold coins. Within two years, we will surely become the most formidable bounty hunters on the Auroria Continent! We may not become lions, but we will definitely become fearsome mad dogs!"

Rayan nodded in satisfaction, "I won't misjudge you, mad dog."

Eta and the others deeply bowed, picked up the hunting guide Rayan gave them, and noted down the ten thousand gold coins before returning to their rooms to start planning their futures.

After settling the bounty hunter matter, Rayan felt a load off his shoulders. He returned to his room, lay on the bed, and quietly waited for sola's arrival.

sola didn't make him wait too long. Right after the blood oath ceremony had ended, she hurriedly ran back. Seeing Rayan lying on the bed, she couldn't help but sigh deeply in relief, then flew onto him like a bird.

"Master, sola has kept you waiting."

Her breasts, like a pair of jade rabbits, nearly burst from her chest cloth, with their hot temperature softly pressing against Rayan's muscles, making him momentarily forget everything—sword seeking, revenge, Martha's task, his own background, the legendary journey...

Rayan lifted her falling hair, softly caressed her hair tips, and noticed traces of fresh blood on her face, immediately asking with concern, "sola, what happened?"

sola smiled coyly, propping herself up on Rayan's body, intentionally or unintentionally exposing her breasts to Rayan's view. "Master, don't worry, it's just part of the blood oath ceremony. sola and twelve Sworn Protectors each dripped blood into a bowl, then we smeared it on our cheeks and drank a mouthful, becoming sworn brothers."

Rayan grasped sola's slender hand, finding a cut on the underside of her palm, and asked tenderly, "Does it hurt?"

sola bit her lip and replied, "It doesn't hurt. Master, don't be so kind to sola, sola is afraid…"

She choked up.

Rayan sighed softly and pulled sola into his arms. "sola, in matters of the heart, I'm as dumb as a rock. Thinking of you leaving tomorrow, I don't know how to treat you. I've prepared forty thousand gold coins for you and your twelve Blood Sworn Protectors—"

sola immediately placed her finger over Rayan's mouth. "Master, don't talk about those things with sola. Tonight, there are no gold coins, no Blood Sworn Protectors, no future, only you and me."

No future, only you and me...

Rayan couldn't help but kiss her finger.

sola withdrew her finger, offering her hot lips, and she pressed onto Rayan, her hair cascading over his face, tickling him.

He steadied her waist, his hands moving to the nape of her neck, searching for the buttons of her dress among the tangles of hair.

Men seemed to be born knowing how to undo buttons.

Rayan had never practiced how to unbutton sola's dress, but everything seemed so natural, he peeled the clothes off her body, then just stood there, dumbstruck.

sola was like an artwork carved from gold, a piece tense and shy, yet full of desire. Her neck was taut, her collarbones forming deep shoulder wells, her well-developed breasts carrying the curve and beauty of the moon—touching them was like touching the real moon.

On that moon, cherry-like nipples stood erect, trembling with her breaths. Below, her wheat-colored skin and slender waist sketched the exotic charm typical of barbarian tribe women, with a glowing triangle below like the flame flowers of harvest season, her long legs gently crossed but seeming just a touch away from unlocking that tightly closed gate.

She bit her lip, presenting her body completely unshielded. "Master, take a good look at sola, remember sola forever..."

Rayan opened his mouth but no sound came out. How could he possibly forget sola? How could he forget this devoted little female slave?

He didn't say a word, simply rolled over and pinned sola beneath him.

sola let out a gasp-like moan. Rayan knew it wasn't due to pain or discomfort, but because she was nervous. He didn't rush to possess her; in fact, sola was like a candy carved with beautiful patterns, Rayan wasn't yet satisfied just looking and touching, he wouldn't treat sola like a Feral Beast Crystal Core to be swallowed in one bite.

sola clumsily started to unbutton Rayan's clothes. She had longed for this moment, but now that it had arrived, she trembled uncontrollably, taking several attempts to remove the Gold-edged noble clothes from Rayan's body.

Her fingertips trailed over Rayan's handsome face, across his wall-like firm muscles, finally resting on his erect penis.

From "Snow Love," she knew quite a lot about such matters; Meila and Taola had also explained it to her in detail, but she couldn't believe those words were true until this moment. Such hardness, thick and fierce, how could it possibly fit...

She stroked her master's dragon spear, feeling the raised veins and the scorching pulsation, her heart nearly freezing in her chest.

Rayan's throat emitted a beast-like low growl as he kissed sola's ears, caressing her tight skin. His fingers filled with elastic breast flesh like dough, always returning to their original form however much he kneaded. But the nipples hardened further, and sola's tightly bitten lips couldn't help but emit fine moans.

Rayan took one nipple into his mouth, gently biting with his teeth, the tingling pain immediately making sola's moans louder. She released the dragon spear, clutching Rayan's head as if trying to push him away, but actually ensuring his mouth did not leave her chest.

Rayan kissed and his fingers traveled up her trembling thighs, exploring a virgin territory never before ventured.

Rayan was no stranger to a woman's body. He could accurately find the secretive path and help sola relax from her tension. He understood the moist, muddy implications, knowing whether sola's body was truly ready—and he himself was primed and ready to go.

When the fierce dragon spear pressed against the flame flower's heart, sola cried out in pain.

Rayan didn't stop, now no one could make him stop, not even sola's cries. He had to claim her, otherwise, he would regret it for life.

sola's nails left clear blood marks on Rayan's back, her pain reflected in the force she used. At that moment, she forgot her slave identity, completely merging with Rayan.

She coiled around Rayan like a snake, her breasts bouncing with increasing force of impact, her throat releasing moans that turned into intermittent screams.

At the emotional climax, her body uncontrollably ignited true fire. Though the true fire wouldn't harm Rayan, the mattress suffered, Rayan didn't care about that, he casually extinguished the flames on the bed, and continued their frenzy, lifting sola into the air...

The stormy impact lasted all night.

Their fire spirit affinity allowed their stamina to quickly recover, never feeling tired. They kept going as if trying to use up a lifetime in one night. sola's pain gradually gave way to an unprecedented pleasure. She was like a hungry cat, constantly seeking more from her master, and Rayan gave generously without reserve.

—As dawn began to break, Rayan's Battle Qi had fully recovered, and he had even advanced to the Tenth Tier, becoming an Apprentice Hero.