Forsaken Martial Spirit: The Ascension of Roberto

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What you fear often comes to pass.

The resonating roar of the fortune-bearing golden dragon was imperceptible to ordinary folks, but within a thousand miles, powerful soul masters all sensed its presence. In the dense jungles, a hundred miles from Cloud Village, a gracefully adorned noblewoman was guiding a young maiden on an expedition. Suddenly, a feeling stirred in her heart, and she gazed into the distance with her phoenix-like eyes.

"What's the matter, Teacher Pontiff?" the young maiden inquired.

The noblewoman's elegant brows furrowed. "I sensed a peculiar force, but it quickly dissipated."

"Shall we investigate?" The young maiden's face lit up with excitement and curiosity. Her teacher, a prominent female pontiff, surely found the source intriguing.

"You are the Saintess, yet you only think about having fun," the noblewoman rebuked coldly.

"Fine..." The young maiden pouted, her small mouth drooping, and she shrank her neck.

The noblewoman left the young maiden behind and strode forward. Her graceful figure, adorned in a golden gown, cast fleeting shadows of her snow-white legs, her feet clad in long golden boots.

A cold voice echoed from ahead.

"Why are you lagging behind? Once I help you find the fourth soul ring, we can go and take a look."

"Yay, Teacher Pontiff is the best!" The young maiden smiled sweetly and skipped after her.

Top-notch insight, innate luck, maximum charisma!

Sweet!

After claiming the rewards, Roberto's cultivation remained unchanged, but he felt like a force to be reckoned with.

Bang!

The door burst open, and a graceful figure rushed in.

"Young man, are you okay?"

"Uh... I was fine just now... but now I'm about to pass out."

Roberto looked at the scene before him: a captivating, spicy, and alluring sight. His nose almost sprayed blood.

The stunning woman was only wearing a tank top, with one leg encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings while the other remained bare. The crumpled stocking trailed on the ground, and her porcelain-like toes were adorned with red nail polish as they stepped on black high heels.

Hiss—this seductress was too much!

Ever since crossing over, Roberto had always felt that this world had a lot of LSP (Lust, Seduction, Passion), otherwise, why would short skirts, black stockings, high heels, and hotels be so developed while other aspects lagged behind?

Isabella seemed unaware of her exposure and asked urgently, "What was the commotion in your room just now?"

"Are you really okay?"

Roberto shook his head. "Isabella, are you mistaken? Everything in the room seems fine, doesn't it?"

Isabella surveyed the room but didn't notice anything unusual.

Was it just her imagination?

She looked at Roberto suspiciously, feeling inexplicably drawn to his special charm, her beauty captivated by his gaze, her breath quickening:

"You... you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Roberto was puzzled.

Why did it feel like this young man had become even more handsome? Isabella's heart raced inexplicably, her cheeks flushing.

But she couldn't bring herself to say those words.

How could her foster son be so good-looking?

For a moment, Isabella was astonished, unable to distinguish whether she was the seductress or he was.

"You... you should put your socks on first," Roberto pointed out.

"Ah!"

"Pervert."

Isabella looked down, embarrassed and shocked, and then hastily ran out, her feet pattering.

"Since you've come, don't leave!" Roberto's heart raced, and he immediately chased after her...