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Night soon fell. Mo Bai started a fire and boiled a pot of meat soup. The soup was very fragrant; Zhu Zhuqing drank two bowls, and warmth spread from her stomach to her limbs. Only then did she realize she hadn't eaten all day.
"What is your name?" she asked Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu," the girl said with a smile. "The 'Wu' from dancing (tiao wu). What about you?"
"Zhu Zhuqing."
"Zhu Zhuqing..." Xiao Wu repeated, tilting her head. "Your martial soul is a cat, so what do your ears and tail feel like when touched?"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned, her cat ears instinctively flattening backward. "...No feeling."
"Oh." Xiao Wu was a bit disappointed, but soon perked up again. "What about your soul skills? That move just now was so fast, I didn't even see it clearly."
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't used to this kind of familiarity, but the other party had saved her after all—or rather, the man had saved her, and Xiao Wu was his person. She briefly introduced her two soul skills: Hell Stab and Hell Hundred Claws.
"Only two soul rings." Xiao Wu blinked. "I have three already."
As she spoke, soul rings lit up on her body—yellow, yellow, purple. The third ring was a thousand-year-old one.
Zhu Zhuqing's pupils shrank slightly. Xiao Wu looked younger than her, yet was already a Soul Elder?
"Teacher helped me choose the soul beast," Xiao Wu said, her tone carrying a hint of boasting. "Very amazing, right? My third soul skill is called 'Lust-Entwining Silk' (Chan Qing Si), it's very fun."
As she spoke, she hooked her finger, and a strand of pink, translucent silk drifted from her fingertip, lightly wrapping around Zhu Zhuqing's wrist. Zhu Zhuqing immediately wanted to pull her hand back, but found the silk exceptionally supple, and...
A faint, numbing warmth spread up from her wrist.
She jerked her hand away, her soul power vibrating, and the silk snapped and disappeared.
"Don't cause trouble," Mo Bai said calmly.
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and withdrew her hand. But Zhu Zhuqing's heart rate hadn't settled—that warmth just now reminded her of some very uncomfortable memories. The way those men in the family looked at her...
"There is a problem with the way your soul power operates." Mo Bai suddenly spoke. He had somehow already walked behind Zhu Zhuqing, his palm pressing against her back.
Zhu Zhuqing froze stiffly.
"Relax," Mo Bai's voice was close to her ear. "I will guide you through the correct route once."
His palm was very hot, and his soul power entered her meridians gently yet irresistibly. Zhu Zhuqing bit her teeth and forced herself to relax. That soul power traveled up her spine, circling several nodes she had never noticed before, and finally merged into her dantian.
In an instant, she felt the speed of her soul power flow increase by at least thirty percent.
"Do you remember?" Mo Bai withdrew his hand.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, unable to speak. She truly did remember—those few nodes were as clear as if they had been branded by a hot iron. But at the same time, a strange, subtle itch also spread from the places touched. She subconsciously pressed her legs together. Her long black tail flicked restlessly behind her, brushing against her thighs.
Mo Bai didn't seem to notice her abnormality and turned back to the fire. "Tonight you sleep in the tent on the left. Xiao Wu, you stay with me."
"Okay~" Xiao Wu responded cheerfully and skipped into the other tent.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at that slightly swaying tent, and that bit of weirdness surfaced again. Teacher and student... sleeping in one tent?
But she had no right to ask. She silently walked into her own tent and lay down. The wound was still throbbing with pain, but what made her more distraught were the images constantly flashing in her mind—the disappearing short sword, the man's calm eyes, the pink silk at Xiao Wu's fingertips, and the lingering warm sensation on her back.
She turned over and buried her face in the sleeping bag.
The night grew deep.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't sleep soundly. The pain from the wound, the unfamiliar environment, and those eerie experiences during the day left her hovering between wakefulness and sleep.
Then, she heard a sound.
Coming from the tent next door.
At first, it was the rustling of fabric, very light. Then came Xiao Wu's suppressed hum, sounding like a whimper. Zhu Zhuqing frowned, thinking she was having a nightmare.
But soon, the sound changed.
It became panting. Tiny, intermittent panting, like she was trying desperately to hold it in but couldn't help but let it leak out. It was also mixed with the sound of water—a viscous, rhythmic, ear-reddening sound of water.
Zhu Zhuqing snapped her eyes open.
The tent was very dark, but her cat martial soul granted her excellent night vision. She could see the swaying shadows of trees on the tent fabric, and she could hear—the sounds from next door, becoming clearer and clearer.
"Teacher... gen-gentler..." Xiao Wu's voice carried a sob, yet was as sticky as melted sugar. "It's too deep... mgh..."
The blood of Zhu Zhuqing's entire body rushed to her head. She wasn't an ignorant little girl; in a place like the Zhu family, she had heard and seen too many filthy things. But... but that was her teacher! And Xiao Wu sounded... as if she wasn't being forced.
"Circulate your soul power." Mo Bai's voice rang out, very low, very steady, as if guiding cultivation. "Feel the path of my soul power inside your body. Follow it."
"I-I'm following..." Xiao Wu's voice was broken. "Ah... Teacher... there... the soul power, the soul power is so hot..."
"That is the feedback node of 'Lust-Entwining Silk'." Mo Bai's voice remained calm. "Remember this feeling. The power of a soul skill depends on how much 'connection' you can withstand."
Connection? What connection?
Zhu Zhuqing's hand clenched the sleeping bag. She wanted to cover her ears, but her body was so stiff she couldn't move. Those sounds seemed to have life, drilling into her ears and crawling into her brain.
"Wuu... Teacher... slo-slower..." Xiao Wu started crying, but the crying was mixed with a certain tremolo of near-joy. "Xiao Wu is... is going to break..."
"You won't break," Mo Bai said, a trace of something very faint, sounding like satisfaction, finally appearing in his tone. "Your third soul ring exists for this purpose."
The sound of clashing flesh became dense and loud. The fabric of the tent was swaying violently. Zhu Zhuqing could imagine the scene inside—she shouldn't have imagined it, but her brain was out of control. Inside the tent, Xiao Wu was on all fours, her perky little ass raised high, her pink outfit pulled down to her ankles. Mo Bai's thick, hard cock was buried deep inside her tight, dripping pussy, stretching her narrow pink folds obscenely wide. Each powerful thrust made her small breasts swing back and forth, her puffy pink nipples hard and rubbing against the sleeping bag. Her rabbit ears flopped wildly with every slam, her cute face twisted in ecstasy—eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, drool dripping from her lips. Her inner walls clenched and rippled desperately around his thick shaft, the "Lust-Entwining Silk" skill making her pussy suck and massage him with hot, wet contractions. Every deep plunge hit her cervix hard, sending waves of mind-melting pleasure-pain through her body, her juices squirting out in messy sprays around his pistoning cock with wet, obscene squelching sounds.
Xiao Wu's cries grew higher and sharper, finally turning into a near-collapsing whimper. Then, all sound ceased abruptly.
Only heavy panting remained.
Zhu Zhuqing held her breath. At some point, the area between her legs had already become wet, and her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg. Shame, shock, and a certain... curiosity she didn't even want to admit to herself, entwined around her like vines. Her own small, firm breasts felt tight and sensitive, her nipples stiff against the fabric of her torn armor, and a warm trickle of her own arousal had soaked her underwear.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Wu's voice rang out again, very soft and weary: "Teacher... I seem... to be leveling up again..."
"Mhm." Mo Bai's voice. "Don't stop the soul power circulation, absorb it all cleanly."
"Mhm..."
There was another rustling sound, and then complete silence.
Zhu Zhuqing lay in the sleeping bag, eyes open until the sky turned pale.
She hadn't slept all night.
But strangely, she didn't feel sleepy. On the contrary, a strange warm current was coursing through her body, and her soul power was spontaneously circulating along the path Mo Bai had guided her through yesterday—smoother and faster than ever before.
Furthermore, she could feel it.
In the tent next door, Xiao Wu's aura... had truly become stronger.
On that very night, amidst those face-reddening sounds, her soul power fluctuations had leaped up a notch—though she hadn't broken through yet, she was definitely not far from Rank 36.
Zhu Zhuqing sat up, looking at her slightly trembling hands.
That kind of cultivation method...
That kind of...
She shook her head forcefully, trying to shake those sounds out of her mind. But a certain thought had already fallen like a seed and begun to take root.
—If... if that truly can make one stronger...
Footsteps came from outside the tent. Mo Bai pulled back the flap, and the morning light shone in from behind him, outlining his tall silhouette.
"Awake?" He looked at her. "Pack up. After breakfast, we continue our journey."
Zhu Zhuqing looked up, meeting his eyes.
That lake with nothing in it.
She suddenly spoke, her voice raspy: "You said yesterday... my body, should listen to me."
Mo Bai raised an eyebrow.
"But I feel," Zhu Zhuqing continued, her fingers digging into her palms, "that it... wants to listen to you more right now."
The moment these words left her mouth, she herself was stunned. But Mo Bai just watched her quietly for a long time.
Then, very slightly, the corner of his mouth hooked up.
"Then keep up," he said. "I will teach you how to make it obedient."
He turned and walked toward the fire. Zhu Zhuqing sat in the tent, listening to her heart thumping like a drum.
She knew she had stepped into an abyss.
But in the abyss, there was the light she craved.