ZAP—PRICKLE—BURN—ITCH!
High atop the crystal pinnacle of the mile-high hypnosis spire, nineteen-year-aged Holy Son Chu Tian (Unstable Rank 5 Early) froze in mid-squat. A sensation ten thousand times worse than being rolled naked through a mountain of poison ivy and fire-ants exploded across every single pore of his skin!
Because eight-year-old Su Nuannuan’s [Rank 5 Black-Licorice Super-Itching Mist] reacted specifically with Peach-Blossom Charm Qi, the places. Chu Tian had concentrated the most system energy over the past three years—his face, his chest, his armpits. Especially the area inside his fluorescent hot-pink heart-patterned underwear—itched with a frantic, bone-marrow-deep ferocity that no mortal or cultivator could ever endure!
“AIEEEEEE! IT ITCHES! WHAT IS THIS POISON?!
WHY DOES IT ITCH SO MUCH?!”
Forgetting all about covering his hot-pink heart briefs, Chu Tian leaped three feet into the air like a scalded frog. Raking his bandaged, swollen pig-trotter hands wildly across his chest, his neck, his armpits, and his thighs!
The harder he tried to mobilize his Unstable Rank 5 Early Spirit Qi to suppress the itch. The more his dirty Peach-Blossom Qi fed the enzymatic black-licorice pollen—multiplying the fiery, tickling, crawling sensation by 100x!
“My back! My armpits! My butt!
