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Mo Bai's gaze swept over her body calmly, as if inspecting the mold of a work of art. His fingers hovered over the illusory Nine-Heart Begonia above her chest, sensing the disordered and decaying flow of life force within.
"Next, I will use my spirit power and essence blood as a medium to draw runes on your heart and lower abdomen to stabilize your origin and guide your life force," Mo Bai's voice echoed in the silent room like the striking of cold jade. "The process will be somewhat uncomfortable. Your body may produce certain... specific reactions. Remain conscious, try to relax, and focus your awareness on your martial soul. Try to feel the trajectory of my spirit power."
Having said that, he extended his right index finger. No blood was visible on the fingertip, but a wisp of extremely pure, condensed energy—radiating a faint golden-red glow—slowly seeped out. It was his highly concentrated spirit power mixed with a trace of origin essence blood.
He leaned down, his index finger landing steadily in the center of Ye Lingling's chest, in the valley between the two soft peaks.
"Mm..." Ye Lingling's body jolted, letting out a soft, muffled groan. An indescribable sensation of heat radiated from the point of contact, as if a drop of scalding lava had landed on her most sensitive and fragile skin. Following that, the heat moved with Mo Bai's finger, beginning to glide slowly over the skin of her chest, tracing out complex and ancient runic patterns.
Every stroke that fell brought intense stimulation. It wasn't just the heat of the temperature, but a strange sensation that pierced through the soul, as if something were being branded. Ye Lingling's body tensed uncontrollably, her toes curled, and her breathing became rapid. She could clearly feel that as the runes were drawn, a warm and powerful force was seeping in from her chest, forcibly smoothing out the emptiness and stinging pain caused by the loss of life force, and beginning to spread toward the Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul above her.
But simultaneously, another unfamiliar feeling—one that filled her with panic—began to take root. The sensation of the hot fingertip gliding over her chest, brushing past the peaks, brought a faint, electric-like numbness. The powerful, invasive scent of a man was close at hand. And then there was the situation: completely naked, at his mercy...
"Ugh..." When Mo Bai's finger finished the heart runes and began to slide down, crossing her flat belly toward the dantian area below her navel, Ye Lingling finally couldn't help but let out a whimper with a hint of a sob. The skin of her lower abdomen was even more sensitive than her chest; the stimulation brought by the scalding fingertip was several times stronger, feeling as if a red-hot, dull blade were slowly cutting and branding her softest places.
Her body began to shake violently—not from cold, but from this complex mixture of pain, the comfort of restoration, and strange erotic stimulation. Her legs instinctively tried to press together, but due to her weakness and a suppressive invisible force, she could not. She could feel a strange dampness and warmth spreading between her thighs; the discovery made her so ashamed she nearly fainted.
"Focus your mind! Feel the martial soul!" Mo Bai's cold voice rang out, carrying a command that brooked no argument.
Ye Lingling bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood. She forced her scattered consciousness to reconverge, struggling to sense the Nine-Heart Begonia above her chest.
Just then, Mo Bai completed the final rune three inches below her navel. The entire runic array instantly erupted in a soft golden-red light, resembling living veins as it connected Ye Lingling's heart, abdomen, and the begonia above.
Weng—!
The Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul shuddered violently. On the ashen petals, an extremely faint, crystalline luster flickered! Though it was gone in a flash, the speed at which her life force was dissipating slowed down visibly!
It worked! It actually worked!
A surge of immense hope and excitement rose in Ye Lingling's heart. However, before she could catch her breath, Mo Bai's next move sent her into an icy abyss.
She saw Mo Bai stand up and begin to untie the belt of his robes.
"You... what are you doing?" Ye Lingling's voice was dry and raspy, carrying undeniable terror.
"The runes can only provide temporary stability and delay the loss," Mo Bai's voice remained steady while his hands didn't stop. "To completely reshape the Martial Soul Origin and reverse the defect, a deeper 'connection' and 'fusion' are required. My essence blood and spirit power need to enter the deepest part of your body through the most direct life channel, combining directly with your life origin and martial soul core."
He shed his outer robe, revealing a lean and powerful upper body with flowing muscle lines. Then came his trousers.
Ye Lingling's eyes widened in horror as she watched the tall figure—now completely naked—step onto the platform, part her legs, and kneel over her body.
"No... don't..." she struggled weakly, tears streaming down. Even if she was dying, even if she knew this was treatment, she could not accept this method!
"This is the only way, Ye Lingling." Mo Bai looked down at her, his gaze deep and calm, carrying a detached air of total control. "You chose to live; you chose to hand everything to me. Now, either accept this, or take your pride and purity and disappear quietly along with your doomed martial soul."
His words were cold and cruel, yet they acted like a heavy hammer, shattering Ye Lingling's final psychological defense.
To live... to escape her fate... just like Ning Rongrong, to gain new life and power...
She had vaguely noticed the changes in Ning Rongrong earlier. The look in that proud young mistress's eyes when she looked at Mo Bai... and Dugu Yan, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu... they all shared a common trait and strength...
A terrifying thought, tinged with temptation, sprouted in her heart: Perhaps this was the price of power? Perhaps this was more than just treatment?