At this moment, Jiang Feixin was wearing nothing but a thin nightdress.
The steam from the bath had mostly faded, leaving her long, slender legs and pale arms fully exposed. Her skin, still flushed from the hot water, carried a faint rosy glow.
Jiang Qingtong, taking in her appearance, asked cautiously,
"What exactly are you ready for?"
"For doing it, of course!" Feixin replied brightly, fixing Qingtong with shining eyes. "Don't worry, Qingtong. I may not have experience, but Bi Ji already told me what to do! Look, I even trimmed my nails!"
"Y-you… cut your nails… already?"
Qingtong almost choked on her own saliva at those words, coughing several times before she caught her breath. She stared at Feixin in disbelief, blurting out,
"And you still call this 'inexperienced'?!"
"All of this, Bi Ji told me!" Feixin blinked innocently, raising her hands and wiggling her long, slender fingers.
Qingtong's eyelids twitched violently at the sight, and she nearly shouted,
"Just what on earth did Bi Ji teach you!?"
"Bi Ji taught me a lot!"
Feixin, very seriously, began counting them off on her fingers:
"Like rinsing your mouth! Like taking a bath! Like… trimming nails, tying up your hair… and also—"
"Enough!"
Qingtong raised a hand to stop her, because if Feixin kept going, the conversation was about to cross into things that "the censors" wouldn't allow written.
"What's wrong? Did I do something incorrectly?" Feixin widened her eyes nervously, watching Qingtong as though afraid she hadn't done enough to satisfy her.
"No… you just… know far too much." Qingtong shook her head with a strange expression, sighing.
What puzzled her most was: why did Bi Ji even know all this!?
What a joke!
She was a fierce beast! She'd spent all her life in the Star Dou Great Forest—how would she know this kind of knowledge, much less pass it on so seriously to Feixin? Didn't she realize the dire consequences of corrupting the auspicious beast?
Feixin, unaware of Qingtong's inner complaints, leaned closer, excitement lighting her face.
"Bi Ji said this is something only the closest, closest, closest partners can do together! I'm already ready. What about you? Do you need me to help?"
Qingtong hurriedly stopped her, tugging Feixin's nightdress back up where it had slipped down.
Tch… what a sly little minx.
Placing her hands firmly on Feixin's shoulders, Qingtong spoke earnestly,
"Actually, the favor I needed tonight wasn't… this. You misunderstood. That's… something the censors don't allow."
"Huh?" Feixin blinked, not knowing what these "censors" were, but understanding the first part. She tilted her head.
"So… not that. Then what is it?"
Qingtong explained once again the unique imprinting ability of her martial soul.
When she finished, Feixin's eyes widened in realization.
"Ohhh! So you want the Golden Dragon martial soul. No problem! But I didn't expect your martial soul to be this incredible. Doesn't that mean you can use whatever martial soul you want?"
"Not entirely. I can only imprint nine in total. I already have three. Adding the Golden Dragon would make four." Qingtong shook her head.
"That's already amazing!" Feixin said seriously.
Then she straightened her posture, spreading her hands toward Qingtong.
"Go ahead then. How do I cooperate? Should I take off my clothes?"
"That won't be necessary! You don't need to do anything. Just relax and don't resist!" Qingtong quickly stopped her, seeing Feixin's hand already tugging at the ribbon of her nightdress.
What is with this girl!?
Taking a deep breath, Qingtong released her martial soul.
The Mirror Blossom bloomed in her hand, petals of lotus-shaped mirrors unfurling. Each petal shimmered in three hues—azure, icy blue, and blood red.
The interplay of colors reflected across both Qingtong and Feixin's faces.
Four soul rings rose beneath Qingtong's feet—two purple, two black. As she prepared to imprint Feixin's Golden Dragon, Feixin suddenly asked,
"Wait! I have a question. If you imprint my martial soul tonight, can we still do it tomorrow?"
"…Why are you so hung up on that?" Qingtong was utterly exasperated. If this was Tang San secretly pulling strings with Tang Wutong's half-soul influencing Feixin's subconscious… then he was overdoing it!
"Bi Ji said, when two people share the closest, closest, closest bond, it's natural to do these things! And I think… the relationship between us should already be that close, right?" Feixin looked at her with utter seriousness.
So that's what this was about—she wanted to use "that" as proof of their bond.
Who in the world confirmed relationships like this!?
Qingtong rubbed her temples.
"Let's take this slowly, okay? I'm here with you, aren't I? Do you really think I'd run away?"
Feixin thought it over, then nodded.
"You're right."
Only after calming her down did Qingtong finally activate her soul skill. The Mirror Blossom unfurled, one petal blooming with silvery light, its glow slowly enveloping Feixin.
Once wrapped, the Mirror Blossom began imprinting the essence of the Golden Dragon martial soul. But almost immediately, an overwhelming golden brilliance erupted from Feixin, rushing along the silver threads, flooding the entire Mirror Blossom with gold.
In just an instant, Qingtong collapsed, fainting right into Feixin's arms.
"Qingtong!" Feixin cried, catching her in alarm. No matter how she called, Qingtong gave no response.
Panicking, Feixin laid her on the bed and paced the room anxiously.
At the same time, Jiang Shengyu suddenly tilted his head and collapsed unconscious onto his bed, startling Xiao Hongchen.
"Again?!" Hongchen exclaimed. Shengyu fainting like this wasn't a rare occurrence, but the Heavenly Sound Douluo had never found the cause.
Calling his sister, Hongchen pointed helplessly at Shengyu lying on the bed.
"I didn't touch him, he just passed out again. Sis, don't you think maybe there's something wrong with his brain? He faints at the drop of a hat—"
Meng Hongchen smacked him hard on the shoulder.
"The one with the brain problem is you! You stay here and watch him. I'm going to fetch Dean Gu."
"Ugh." Rubbing his shoulder, Hongchen watched her leave and muttered,
"Seriously, which of us is the brother? Who hits their sibling that hard?"
Meanwhile, within a world of blazing orange-golden light, Destiny stood before the two personas of Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong, roaring furiously:
"Jiang Qingtong—what do you think you're doing!!"
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