Chapter 13: The First Awakening of Love

Inside a tent on the edge of the Mimicry Cultivation Ground.

Qin Jian soaked for a long time before he managed to recover some of his strength.

When he returned to the front, he was surprised to find that the little princess, Ning Rongrong, had already laid out the food and was sitting obediently, waiting for him to come out.

"You're here! Hurry up and eat, hurry up and eat, I'm starving to death!"

Finally having waited for Qin Jian, Ning Rongrong started eating immediately without a second word.

Qin Jian smiled and hurriedly sat down as well.

He had exhausted his physical strength in this ordeal and truly needed to replenish it.

Once the two of them finished eating and tidied up, they lay side by side on the large bed again.

It was unknown who had arranged this, but there was no intention of providing two separate beds.

"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, Rongrong wants to hear a story!"

Ning Rongrong tugged at Qin Jian's sleeve, shaking it back and forth.

She and he squeezed into the same quilt without any sign of shyness; perhaps it was because they had grown accustomed to sleeping this way over the past few days...

"Where did we leave off last time?" Qin Jian asked.

Ning Rongrong immediately said: "Last time you were at the part about Zhang Xiaofan... oh no... he's called Gui Li now. He entered the Death Swamp; what happened after that? Did he meet Lu Xueqi?"

Qin Jian thought for a moment, then began to recount...

"..."

"Standing alone between the vast heaven and earth, he himself, one person, one staff, faced the entire world..."

"He is so pitiful..." Ning Rongrong murmured.

Qin Jian did not answer her, but continued speaking.

"That day, he secretly ambushed the Poison Prince of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, but was discovered by Lu Xueqi, who chased him the whole way..."

"That morning, the two stood on opposing tree trunks, and all of Lu Xueqi's thousand words were distilled into a single sentence..."

"You, come back..."

"..."

"Wuwu... so touching!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were misty with tears again. She pressed her body tightly against Qin Jian and choked out: "It's a pity that Zhang Xiaofan can never turn back; after all, he still has Bi Yao in his heart..."

"Mm... fate played tricks on him, teasing him for a lifetime like this..." Qin Jian said softly.

"Qin Jian..."

Ning Rongrong raised her misty eyes and asked: "Do you think if Zhang Xiaofan had known everything that would happen later, he would still have wanted to join the Qingyun Sect?"

"I think... he probably still would have..." Qin Jian said.

Ning Rongrong shook her head and said: "I don't think so. What Zhang Xiaofan always wanted was never a life of grand, surging waves..."

"But if he hadn't joined the Qingyun Sect, how would he have met Lu Xueqi, or met Bi Yao?"

Qin Jian said: "If it were me, even if I knew the future was bitter, I would not be willing to give up such sincere feelings."

"Oh..."

Ning Rongrong still seemed to only half-understand.

But in her little head, she couldn't help but think of the way Qin Jian had looked today when he fell asleep sitting on the ground, and suddenly her heart began to beat violently.

She didn't know what that was, but she just felt intoxicated...

Perhaps this was... the first awakening of love...

"Hum."

Qin Jian's soul power quietly increased by 1 level.

That slight fluctuation was sensed by Ning Rongrong, and she was somewhat delighted: "Did you improve again?"

Qin Jian nodded gently.

"Oh right, what soul skill did you use during that match? How did you make those people walk off the stage themselves?" Ning Rongrong suddenly asked.

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then said: "That was my First Soul Skill, Charm Sword."

"Charm Sword?"

Ning Rongrong said with some confusion: "Then why didn't I see you use it at the time?"

Qin Jian smiled and said: "My soul skill doesn't need to summon a martial soul to be released; as long as the other person looks into my eyes, it works."

"Ah?! That's so powerful!"

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth.

"Then what is the effect of your First Soul Skill? Is it Charm?" she asked again.

Qin Jian nodded and said: "Because it is silent and traceless when used, those who are hit often don't know they have been hit, and thus cannot realize they have been charmed."

"Mm..."

Ning Rongrong suddenly widened her eyes: "Then doesn't that mean you can use it on whoever you want?"

Qin Jian shook his head and said: "Of course not. Since it is a soul skill, there is naturally a soul power fluctuation. It's fine against the opposite sex, but if used on the same sex, the intensity of the release would be very high, and it would inevitably be detected by a Spirit Master with high soul power."

"Does that mean if you used it on me, I definitely wouldn't be able to detect it?" Ning Rongrong suddenly leaned in and said.

"Mm..."

Qin Jian nodded subconsciously, then suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly added: "I have never used it on you..."

"Oh..."

Ning Rongrong tilted her head and was silent for a while, then raised her head and said: "Then... do you want to try using it on me?"

"Use it on you?"

Qin Jian scratched his head: "I've only used it on opponents in the arena. As for you, if you already have a good impression of me, I don't know what the result of using it would be..."

"I have a good impression of you..."

Ning Rongrong was stunned, her little face instantly flushed red, and she turned her head away: "I don't have a good impression of you at all!"

Qin Jian blinked his eyes and wisely said nothing more.

But once the two stopped talking, Ning Rongrong felt uncomfortable all over; she only felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly strange, and before she knew it, her face was as red as fire.

"Hey!"

She suddenly threw off the quilt, straddled Qin Jian, stared intently at him, and said loudly: "Use it on me!"

There was a smile in Qin Jian's eyes, and he said softly: "Then you better be prepared..."

"Mm!"

Ning Rongrong nodded fiercely, indicating she wasn't afraid.

Sss...

The next moment, two streaks of pink Sword Qi appeared in Qin Jian's eyes, and Ning Rongrong, who was staring intently at his eyes, only felt her head spin.

"It's nothing much, really..."

She shook her head and said.

"Is that so..."

Qin Jian didn't believe her stubborn words, because... his soul power had increased by another level, and he was now level 16!

Hum.

He suddenly extinguished the Charm Sword in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Rongrong pouted her little lips and said: "I already said it was nothing, why did you stop?"

Qin Jian shook his head and said: "I don't want feelings obtained this way; what I want..."

He looked earnestly into Ning Rongrong's bright, large eyes and said: "What I have always wanted is your most genuine feelings and affection..."

He was clearly no longer using his soul skill, yet Ning Rongrong felt as if those eyes were like a vortex swallowing her whole...

This power was countless times more potent than the soul skill from just a moment ago!

"You already have it..."

Ning Rongrong suddenly threw herself into Qin Jian's arms with a bright red face.

It was hard to tell if it was the lingering effect of the previous soul skill or a sudden heartbeat...

When her small body was completely encircled in his arms, Qin Jian felt his whole body tremble, as if an electric current were flowing through him.

An uncontrollable palpitation swept over him, and he suddenly hugged Ning Rongrong's petite body tightly, the two of them pressed closely together.

Fortunately, after the two of them entered the tent, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo had already left; otherwise, if this scene were seen, Ning Fengzhi might have taken Ning Rongrong away directly...

"Mmph..."

At first, Ning Rongrong was still immersed in the hazy palpitation, but soon she couldn't withstand Qin Jian's passion and could only whisper: "Qin Jian... I... I can't breathe..."

(End of this chapter)