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Meanwhile, at the Tianshui Academy quarters.
Shui Yue'er lay on the bed, her calves kicking in the air, holding a notebook filled with dense observations from today's match.
"Sister, look at this." She pointed to one page. "Zhu Zhuqing's move today was at least 20% faster than yesterday. Her soul power fluctuations are also very strange. She's clearly just an Agility Attack System, but the quality and control of her soul power are almost catching up to a Spirit Emperor."
Shui Bing'er was sitting at the desk, meditating to regulate her breath. Hearing this, she opened her eyes, a hint of solemnity flashing in her ice-blue pupils.
"It's not just her. Those five girls from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team One are all abnormal." Shui Bing'er's voice was cool. "Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower has an amplification effect that exceeds the norm by 50%. Ye Lingling's healing speed can almost instantly recover severe injuries. Dugu Yan's poison... I looked closely; that isn't ordinary Jade Phosphor Serpent poison. Something else has been mixed in."
Shui Yue'er rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "Sister, do you think that Soul-Forging Douluo is really that amazing? To be able to modify people to be this strong?"
"The price must not be small," Shui Bing'er said flatly. "There is no such thing as a free lunch. What Ning Rongrong and the others paid is likely more than just simple hard work."
"But..." Shui Yue'er sat up, her eyes bright. "What if we could become that strong too? Sister, your Ice Phoenix martial soul—if you could also have a ten-thousand-year fourth ring, fifth ring... then our Tianshui Academy might actually win the championship!"
Shui Bing'er frowned. "Yue'er, don't think about such unrealistic things. That Mo Bai is too dangerous."
"But my relationship with Ning Rongrong is actually pretty good." Shui Yue'er tilted her head. "When the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect came to our academy for an exchange last time, we even ate together. How about... I go and ask her about it?"
"No." Shui Bing'er said decisively. "Stay away from those people."
Shui Yue'er pursed her lips and said no more, but her eyes darted around; she already had a plan in mind.
She did indeed have some friendship with Ning Rongrong. Though it wasn't deep, asking a few questions shouldn't be a problem, right? Just asking, not doing anything.
And... Shui Yue'er thought of Mo Bai, whom she had seen in the audience yesterday. That man sat in the VIP seats, and even though he was surrounded by important figures, he acted as casually as if he were sitting in his own backyard. His gaze... was as calm as a deep pool, but whenever he looked over, Shui Yue'er always felt her heart skip a beat.
That feeling was very strange.
Night fell upon the Mo Manor.
In the underground cultivation chamber, Mo Bai was "checking" the status of the girls after today's match.
Ning Rongrong knelt between his legs, her small mouth working hard to take in the thick cock. Her technique was already quite proficient; her tongue flexibly swirled around the glans, occasionally going for a deep throat, allowing Mo Bai's cock to be completely submerged in her throat.
"You performed well today." Mo Bai stroked her hair. "The amplification of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower was very stable, and your soul power consumption was well controlled."
"Mhm... thank you for the praise, Master..." Ning Rongrong said indistinctly, a trace of saliva escaping the corner of her mouth. Her eyes looked up at Mo Bai, filled with nothing but obedience and a desire to please.
Nearby, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were sparring—or rather, "sparring" with their bodies. The two were tangled together naked, Xiao Wu's legs wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing's waist, Zhu Zhuqing's hand pressed against Xiao Wu's chest. They weren't fighting, but competing to see who could make the other climax first.
"Ah... Zhuqing, be gentler..." Xiao Wu panted, her pink eyes shimmering with moisture. "There... it's too sensitive..."
Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak; she only quickened her finger movements, rapidly thrusting inside Xiao Wu's honey path. Her other hand wasn't idle either, kneading Xiao Wu's nipple, making that tender pink bud turn hard and red.
Dugu Yan leaned against the wall, toying with a ball of dark green poison mist in her hand. The mist flowed between her fingers, sometimes turning into a small snake, sometimes into flower petals. Her gaze occasionally flickered toward Mo Bai, filled with longing.
Ye Lingling sat quietly in a corner, holding a cup of tea. But looking closely, one would notice her legs trembling slightly and her cheeks flushed with an abnormal red—the pleasure transmitted through the Spirit Bond network was affecting her as well.
Liu Erlong stood behind Mo Bai, her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them. Her technique was professional, the pressure just right. As the oldest and strongest among the six women, she had completely discarded her former pride before Mo Bai, leaving only docility and obedience.
"Master," Liu Erlong said softly, "Today, Blazing Academy lost to Godwind Academy, and Huo Wu's state doesn't seem right. I observed her; after the match, she stayed in the training grounds practicing alone until very late."
Mo Bai hummed in acknowledgment, his fingers sliding into Ning Rongrong's hair, pressing her head down to make her swallow deeper.
"She will come," Mo Bai said. "A proud person finds failure the most unbearable. Especially... when they see others possessing power they cannot comprehend."
Ning Rongrong's throat constricted, working hard to swallow the cock. Mo Bai sighed comfortably and thrust his hips forward.
"Tomorrow... Shui Yue'er might also come," Ning Rongrong said, pulling away from the cock and panting. "She sought me out after the match today and asked a lot about Master. Although I only told her some superficial things as Master instructed, it's clear she is very interested."
"Shui Yue'er..." Mo Bai smiled. "That little girl from Tianshui Academy. Her talent is decent, but she's too naive. Still... naivety has its benefits."
He patted Ning Rongrong's face. "Continue."
Ning Rongrong nodded obediently, took the cock back into her mouth, and worked even harder at her swallowing.
Mo Bai leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Huo Wu, Shui Yue'er.
One like fire: proud, blazing, refusing to submit.
One like water: gentle, agile, longing to become stronger.
Both were excellent materials.
He would let Huo Wu know that flames can not only burn enemies but also warm their master. He would make Shui Yue'er understand that water can not only nourish life but also drown reason.
And all of this was just the beginning.
Spirit City, the Pope's Palace, and that angel masquerading as the Crown Prince...
A smile curved at the corner of Mo Bai's lips.
The prey were stepping into his hunting grounds one by one.
And he had enough patience, and enough skill, to turn them all into the most exquisite collectibles.