The Legend of Min Hong Chapter 334
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"It's alright… We were not polite also, and I guess that was what spurred such a response from them…"
Elder Long chided Little Ming softly whilst taking some of the fault away from the guards in hopes of amending the initial insinuations their groups had about each other, and everyone else got the hint, so the tension in the air was released a little before the groups moved a little closer and began to talk…
"We left the Sect over seven months ago, but why are you so anxious to get to the Sect?"
Elder Long asked since he felt for some reason that these guys were heading for the Desert Sun Sect, and he was very sure it wasn't for the entrance selection exams because that only takes place yearly, and they haven't truly spent a year in the jungle, which meant there was still a little more comfortable time before the next entrance selection exam begins…
Thus, Elder Long was sure there was something more to their rush than the entrance selection exams, hence his question…
"True… based on the information we received, there is a certain disciple who had challenged the 'War God Trials'…"
But the thing is, the girl never knew that she was already too late for the initial reason she was here, but just in time for a better experience…
Either ways, the term 'War God Trials' for Elder Long sounded an event too exciting to miss out on;
"I hope those brats are also watching, so they can learn more about the difference between them and the outer court disciples…"
Elder Long thought to himself, giving the Min Hong's group a benefit of doubt to have been accepted than being the one challenging the 'War God Trials'…
"Alright… since we are heading to the same location, and out of the fact that we incapacitated your mount, we will allow you join our group into the Desert Sun Sect…" Elder Long gestured;
"But master, won't that mean we don't get to rest until we get to young master's apartment?"
Little Ming protested, as the other group of ladies heard the word young master and began to wonder which young master could have such an entourage and still remain anonymous to their sect…
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After all, intel are easier to be seduced out of males, and hailing from a Super Clan based on females who have no powerful males to mate with and birth strong females, their ears perked to the sound of the word 'Young Master'.
After all, what kind of young master would be having a subordinate who was powerful enough to dismiss the aura of three Peak Nascent Soul experts like they were drinking water? If that young master wasn't stronger than such a subordinate, then he would be at least twice as talented as the subordinate himself…
But just as they were thinking of the Alpha behind the males, Little Ming's group were also thinking about the Queen behind the females…
But after five long minutes of thinking and guessing about the talented person being served by both groups, Elder Long finally invited the ladies and their mount which for some strange reason was a male to atop Little Ming…
But Little Ming who was feeling she had to put these semi-horny females in their place used her abilities to its peak which mistakenly strained her enough to improve on her ability;
Boom!
The space in front of Little Ming ripped apart forming a circular kind of tunnel into the void…
When the female group from the Qin Super Clan saw this, their mouths were left agape whilst the white robed girl was simply amazed and in awe of Little Ming's talent and abilities which made Little Ming smugger to the extent that she pushed her abilities to the limits once more…
Meanwhile…
Within Min Hong's apartment…
Min Qing woke up into the romantic embrace of Qing Tan whose face went beet red the moment she saw Min Qing open her eyes…
"You don't have to be nervous, I want you to support him…"
"His future will need more support than you and I can shoulder, so I don't mind having company in his bed…"
Min Qing said with a deep blush but sincere tone; "I know I am still too little for the intimate part, but what should I do if he comes up on me with such intentions?"
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Little Ming asked trying not to look Min Qing in the eyes with her beet red face;
"Follow your desires first, and your instinct later… That was what helped me when my time came…" Min Qing cupped her chin and spoke directly whilst looking into her trembling eyes…
Qing Tan all of a sudden felt some kind of heat gushing through her body which was an equal mix between her fantasy and fear of the pain that would accompany her fantasy, despite not knowing Min Hong on a super intimate level…
But Min Hong on the other hand had just returned to the living room after confirming a more complete location of the 'Nihility Essence Flame'...
Then when he entered and returned to the bedroom, he bumped into Min Qing who gave him a deep kiss before walking past him into the bath, as Min Hong began to regret why he had chosen to bath earlier than her, and he was pretty sure that if he returned to the bath at this point, he would most likely miss the time for his 'War God Trials', after all, he and Min Qing rarely spend any less than 3 hours indulging themselves...
But from the position of the sun in the sky, he was sure he had less than one hour to report to the Reaper's Lair, except if he wants to remain an inner court disciple for a day worth of indulgence with Min Qing which he could always have anytime after the trials…
Thus, he let her walk past him, but not before grabbing one of her ass cheeks and squeezing it, which prompted a nice giggle from Min Qing…
But just as he turned to walk into the bedroom, he once again bumped into Qing Tan, who from her level of redness told him that, either she and Min Qing had done something really nasty behind his back, or had spoken about something erotic while he was away…
Qing Tan shuffled flutteringly across Min Hong with her blushes resurfacing like a white skinned girl who had just gotten a nice tan…
But just as she reached Min Hong at the entrance, she grabbed the back of his head and planted a deep long kiss on his lips, but from the way she was trembling, Min Hong knew it would have taken over 10 bajillion pounds of nerves for her to actually make such a 'bold' move on him…
Thus, when he saw her scuttle away with an ever increasing blush into the bath, he had a smug, but amused smile plastered on his face;
"You know you might really die from this trial, right?" Daniel blurted out of character;
"Little Fei, am I the only one sensing a potent and deep aura of jealousy around here?" Min Hong stupidly teased whilst Little Fei just laughed it off lightly;
"Don't worry bro, you will soon get the chance to screw with as many skirts and gowns as you want, once I reach that stage…"
"But pending that time, you have to focus on keeping me alive…"
Min Hong mentally added as he finally entered the bedroom before changing into a more fitting attire for battle [See Guy Sensei in Naruto for reference…]
Boom!
Little Ming burst out of a wormhole as they landed not too far from Desert Sun Sect…
"So, who is this young master that you speak of?"
The white robed lady sitting very close to the new Min Rou who had been blurting everything about Min Hong from the bottom of her heart whilst getting the butterflies just from talking about him spoke;
"It is my Min Hong…"
She whispered, and for the first time, the white robed lady couldn't keep her feelings and emotions bottled any longer, as she gasped and covered her mouth in shock…
Before long, Little Ming ran into a flood of heads, all rushing and squeezing into the Desert Sun Sect, apparently due to Mu Li's expertise once again…
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