Chapter 1144: 514: Cultivation Skyrockets! The Rank of a Demon Warrior!
Previously, it took three to four days of hellish training to break through a single level, but this ti, after just one day and one night of trials, he had broken through!
This indeed left Lanling deeply puzzled—why was the effect so extraordinary?
Besides, he hadn’t had a woman for several days and nights now.
Actually, the breakthrough was the result of relentless killing. In this grand battle, Lanling slaughtered countless enemies, personally killing nearly a thousand people. Although it was unlike the ti when Yao Xing was around and could directly devour Bloodline Power, there was still a very mystical benefit.
In fact, what was even more effective was close-quarters life-and-death combat, though Lanling hadn’t had the chance for that.
At this mont, Lanling noticed that Dina’s complexion had lightened significantly, now resembling a wheat tone. This transformation only made her more beautiful.
Moreover, she’d changed into a different outfit.
It was an incredibly sexy short skirt, and Lanling genuinely felt a sense of ti-space disorientation.
The Dina before his eyes was wearing a tight leopard-print mini skirt, with her two long, sensual legs exposed, and finely crafted boots on her feet.
This outfit was remarkably similar to a modern woman from Earth.
But Lanling quickly ca to his senses. The Barbaric Wilderness was untad and primal, and thus was closer to the essence of aesthetics.
As for the so-called leopard-print skirt, it was actually made from genuine leopard skin. And the boots? The Chira Tribe’s upper class had been wearing them for so ti—Nini’an, for instance, owned many pairs of boots.
Even Lanling’s beloved fox clan beauty, Ali, owned two pairs of boots, which she cherished greatly.
“Ali took shopping,” Dina said, her face flushed as Lanling stared at her. “And I used your chest of gold coins to buy them.”
Lanling had converted all the military rits gained from taking heads into gold coins, totaling nearly five hundred. He submitted half to the Foreign Tribe Army and kept the other half for himself, which was customary for the army.
Typically, private hunting required turning everything over to the Foreign Tribe Army after the tribe’s allocation because food was scarce, and the army brothers often went hungry.
But the military rits earned on the battlefield, exchanged with blood, required only fifty percent submission.
Normally, a Foreign Tribe soldier couldn’t save even one or two gold coins in a year. Yet Lanling had amassed more than two hundred in one go—an astonishing fortune.
After every major battle, the tribe’s market would beco especially lively, attracting even people from nearby tribes to trade.
Dina originally planned to buy things for Lanling and the little girl, but she couldn’t resist the allure of beautiful clothes and boots. Encouraged by Ali, she ended up buying two sets for herself.
“They look great. How many sets did you buy?” Lanling clapped and asked.
“T-Two sets…” Dina replied. “I bought two sets for my foster father, five sets for the little girl, two sets for myself, and three sets for you.”
“You only bought yourself two sets? That’s not enough,” Lanling remarked. “You should have gotten ten sets.”
Dina responded with a mix of excitent and nerves, “They were too expensive. Buying two sets already felt extravagant. Besides clothes, I also bought you a sword, a blade, so dicinal herbs, a quilt, so refined salt, and gave Ali two bottles of rose oil. I even bought one bottle for myself.”
Lanling suddenly sensed sothing off. He walked behind Dina and realized her tail was gone. Then he reached towards her lower back.
“W-What are you doing?” Dina tried to dodge his touch, her face burning red.
“Where’s your tail?” Lanling questioned.
“I… I cut it off,” Dina stamred.
“Cut it off?” Lanling exclaid in shock.
To many Barbarians, their tails were an essential part of their bodies—not only for balance but also for sensing danger in their surroundings, even as a weapon.
Dina’s tail had always been the first to detect the presence of danger.
And to physically hack off a tail—wouldn’t that be unbearably painful?
“Why did you cut it off?” Lanling asked.
Dina turned her head and replied, “It was sowhat inconvenient… so I cut it off.”
That was certainly not the real reason!
Before the battle, Suo Mo had officially inford Dina that she had been promised to Lanling. Lanling had agreed.
Thus began a whirlwind of emotions for Dina—excitent, longing, nervousness, unease.
And then, to add to the chaos, Goufu’s wife, the fox-human beauty Ali, couldn’t endure her longing and boldly visited Dina at the Foreign Tribe Army Camp.
Dina had nearly lost her mind at that mont, especially when Ali claid she was there to see Lanling’s daughter.
From then on, Ali ca daily, always bringing gifts for Yaya.
Dina felt annoyed by her, viewing Ali as a seductive vixen. Yet inexplicably, the two gradually beca friends.
Then Dina noticed that Ali’s fluffy tail was adorably charming and seductive. The tribe’s most beautiful woman, Sisi, the chieftain’s second wife, didn’t have a tail—making her even more stunning.
More importantly, Dina knew that Lanling ca from the Human Kingdom, and assud he likely preferred human won. Surely, he wouldn’t like her tail.
Her thoughts spiraled and she agonized over them until, one night, she decided to cut off her tail, making herself look less different from human won.
Lanling couldn’t describe what he was feeling at this mont. He suddenly yanked off Dina’s skirt, revealing her perfectly rounded and breathtakingly firm figure.
“W-What are you doing?” Dina cried as she crouched down to cover herself with her hands.
Lanling noticed a red scar at the base of her tailbone.
This was a true severed tail—even the root was gone.
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