Staring into Su Meiyao’s bewitching eyes, Chen Xiang became flustered. The allure of her beauty made his heart throb, and at that moment, his mind could not help but think of her naked image burned in his mind.
“What?! Twenty times? That won’t do. I do not have that much money to spend,“ Cheng Xiang said. He shook his head, trying to stay focused and clear those disturbing images floating in his mind.
As if reading Chen Xiang’s mind, Su Meiyao played cutely and shook her bosom a little. “Little guy, you going off into wild flights of fantasy has nothing to do with me, but if your thoughts wander towards senior sister, you will probably be out of luck.”
A sudden thought of an elegant and beautiful Bai Youyou, filled with a bloodthirsty and cruel Qi, one wrought of slaughter, came to Chen Xiang’s mind, and he laughed. He felt silly and did not dare to take another glance at the giggling soft bosom of Su Meiyao again.
A proud smile bloomed on Su Meiyao's face.
After that, Cheng Xiang took more than an hour of rest. In the meantime, he listened to Su Meiyao’s narration of her experience in refining the Baptizing Marrow Dan. When Cheng Xiang had fully rested, he once again attempted to refine it, only, this time, it was twice as quick. After about an hour and a half, he was at the last stage of solidifying the dan.
Su Meiyao’s eyes glittered as she watched. In her opinion, it would have been impossible for Chen Xiang to refine the Baptizing Marrow Dan so quickly, but it was successful. Thus, Su Meiyao could not help but feel admiration towards the boy’s alchemic talent.
At that moment, she could see an amazing and diverse future for Chen Xiang, more than she had ever expected to live herself.
“Senior sister, our Divine Veins were not passed on to the wrong person! This man has not disappointed us,” Su Meiyao transmitted to Bai Youyou inside of the ring using her divine sense.