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Sure enough, after nightfall, Mo Bai returned to the treatment room.
He didn't say much, simply signaling for Ye Lingling to lie on the platform. Ye Lingling complied, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied the ribbons of her robe. After three days of recovery, though still a bit weak, she could move without major issues. Under the lamplight, the girl's body—having only recently experienced its first time—was laid bare. It still retained a hint of youthful innocence, but the life luster flowing beneath her skin was more captivating than ever.
Mo Bai's fingers landed on the pale gold patterns on her chest. His spirit power probed inward, carefully checking the stability of the Martial Soul Origin and the degree of fusion with the soul brand. His touch remained professionally cold, but the temperature of his fingers and the slight numbness brought by the spirit power flow caused Ye Lingling's body to tense involuntarily, her breathing quickening.
"Your recovery is good," Mo Bai finished his inspection, giving a cool evaluation. "The Martial Soul Origin is stable, and the brand integration is excellent. We can begin preliminary adaptive training."
"Adaptive... training?" Ye Lingling repeated, bewildered.
Mo Bai did not explain; he answered with action. He leaned over, parting her legs. Ye Lingling let out a cry and instinctively tried to press them together, but upon meeting Mo Bai's unruffled gaze, she slowly relaxed. The soul brand warmed, conveying a message of obedience.
Without much foreplay, Mo Bai entered her directly. Though it was much gentler than the brute force of the first treatment, the sensation of being filled and invaded was still vivid. Ye Lingling bit her lower lip, enduring the slight sting and the powerful feeling of intrusion.
However, as Mo Bai began to move slowly, different sensations began to emerge. The soul brand seemed to be activated, vibrating slightly with his every entry and exit, conveying a strange sense of satisfaction—as if she were being validated. Her evolved Twelve-Heart Begonia seemed to be drawn by something as it began to rotate spontaneously. Emerald life energy flowed through her body, not only easing her discomfort but also bringing a warm, comfortable sensation, as if she were soaking in warm water.
Even more surprising was that as their bodies combined, the spirit power within her began to accelerate its rotation automatically, creating a marvelous resonance with the spirit power Mo Bai was channeling into her. Wisps of pure energy seeped into her meridians from the point of union, nourishing her body and martial soul.
"Feel the flow of spirit power," Mo Bai's voice rang in her ear, providing an undeniable guidance. "Try to use your martial soul to guide the external energy, following the path I taught you."
Ye Lingling forced herself to endure the increasingly clear and strange pleasure in her body as she focused her mind, mobilizing the power of the Twelve-Heart Begonia. An emerald halo rose from her, merging with the deep aura emanating from Mo Bai. She was shocked to find that in this state of tight union, her perception and control of spirit power were several times clearer than usual! The external energy also submissively followed the guidance of her martial soul, fusing into her own spirit power cycle.
"Mm..." She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, whether from the comfort of spirit power growth or the strange pleasure being stirred in the depths of her body.
Mo Bai's pace gradually quickened, and his strength increased. Ye Lingling felt waves of pleasure crashing against her reason. she gripped the edges of the stone platform tightly, her knuckles turning white, her body rising and falling involuntarily with his thrusts. The vibrations from the soul brand grew stronger, as if cheering, making her connection with her Master tighter than ever.
Finally, after a fierce thrust, a white light flashed before Ye Lingling's eyes as her body convulsed violently. Simultaneously, the spirit power in her body seemed to break through a small bottleneck, growing once again. At that moment, Mo Bai also released, a scalding flood pouring into her deepest depths, fusing entirely with her own surging spirit power and life energy.
This time, there was no crisis of death, no violent shock of evolution—only a natural, total surrender and fusion. Ye Lingling lay limp on the platform, gasping for breath, her body covered in fine sweat, her eyes misty and glazed. Her body was tired, but her spirit felt a strange sense of fulfillment and peace. She could feel the brand in her soul was clearer and firmer than before.
Mo Bai stood up, casually used his spirit power to clean them both, and then helped her cover up with her robe.
"Adaptive training will be conducted regularly from now on," he said calmly, as if it had been nothing more than an ordinary spirit power guidance lesson. "It is beneficial for consolidating your martial soul, deepening the brand connection, and increasing your spirit power. It is also your duty as a 'possession.'"
The word "possession" acted like a key, completely unlocking the final bits of reserve and distance in Ye Lingling's heart. Indeed, everything she had—her life, martial soul, power, and even this body and soul—was granted by her Master and belonged to him. To please her Master, to sacrifice for him, and to gain power were all one and the same.
"Lingling understands," she said raspily, yet with an unprecedented docility and resolve. "Lingling will work hard to be... a good possession for Master."
Mo Bai looked at the transformed light in her eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Rest. Starting tomorrow, you may leave the treatment room. Xiao Wu will show you around and teach you... the basic rules."
Having said that, he left once more.
Ye Lingling lay on the platform, not moving for a long time. The afterglow of pleasure and a slight soreness remained in her body, but her soul felt a strange sense of wholeness. She raised her hand, looking at the Twelve-Heart Begonia appearing in her palm—the petals crystalline and full of life.
She was no longer the cursed successor of the Nine-Heart Begonia, but Ye Lingling: possessor of the Twelve-Heart Begonia, her soul marked with her Master's brand.
She closed her eyes, the corner of her mouth curving into an extremely faint yet real smile.
New life had begun.
And her place in this twisted yet close-knit "family" was about to be defined. she could feel that outside the door, there were several other "sisters" carrying the Master's aura waiting for her. There might be more challenges and more "adaptation" in the future, but at this moment, her heart held only peace, and a faint, hidden curiosity and... submission regarding the "rules" she was about to learn.