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Chapter 18: Submission of the Fire Dragon (Part 3) – Three Days of Entwinement
The treatment room was filled with the clear, elegant scent of Mind-Settling Incense, mixed with the faint scent of sweat from Liu Erlong and a trace of the sulfur-like scorched smell produced by the martial soul's rampage. She lay on the jade bed, covered with a thin blanket, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, as if she hadn't fully recovered from the dual storm of soul and body.
Mo Bai had already dressed and was standing by the bed, applying a pale green ointment to the light burns on her skin over her heart and lower abdomen caused by the spirit power frenzy. The ointment was cool, with a minty touch that alleviated the stinging pain.
"Your inner demon is rooted in the martial soul's origin and intertwined with twenty years of obsession; it cannot be resolved in one day." Mo Bai's voice was calm, as if the fierce "treatment" just now were merely an ordinary spirit power dredging. "Just now, I only temporarily suppressed the backlash and cleared the blocked spirit power. For a fundamental cure, three consecutive days of deep treatment are needed, and each session will be... deeper than the last."
Liu Erlong's body twitched almost imperceptibly. Even deeper? The feeling of her soul and body being forcibly invaded just now had already brought her to the brink of collapse. She slowly turned her head and looked at Mo Bai. The man's profile looked young and handsome in the soft light of the treatment room, but those deep eyes held no triumph of successful lust—only a cold, doctor-like focus.
"Why... save me?" Liu Erlong's voice was still raspy, carrying the fatigue of the aftermath and a hint of bewilderment. "We... have no prior relationship."
"Because you are worth saving." Mo Bai put away the ointment and looked at her face. "A Level 78 Fire Dragon Soul Saint with excellent talent, yet trapped by love and lust, destroying your own future—it's a waste. Your power was meant for greater use."
"Greater use?" Liu Erlong chewed on the words, a flash of mockery in her eyes. "Like the girls around you, becoming your 'tools'?"
"Tools?" Mo Bai raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly finding the word interesting. "You can understand it that way. But they gained power, broke through limits, and cast off their original shackles. Xiao Wu's Soft-Bone Rabbit martial soul potential was completely ignited, Zhu Zhuqing shattered the speed limits of the Hell Civet, Dugu Yan mastered the poison that once backlashed against her, Ning Rongrong's Seven-Treasured Glazed Tile Tower evolved into nine, and Ye Lingling escaped the curse of the Nine-Hearted Crabapple... with me, they are not tools that have lost freedom, but 'vessels' that have found the true value of their existence and are constantly surpassing themselves."
His voice was not loud, but it carried a strange persuasiveness: "Power itself is neither good nor evil; it is good when used for good and evil when used for evil. Your Fire Dragon martial soul is fierce and violent; it needs to be harnessed, not suppressed. You suppressed it for twenty years, and the result is the growth of inner demons and a backlash against yourself. Yu Xiaogang cannot give you the power to harness it; he will only let you continue to suppress it until one day you completely burn yourself up."
At the mention of Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong's eyes fluctuated violently, as pain, unwillingness, resentment, and a trace of lingering affection flickered through.
"Don't mention him again..." she said through gritted teeth, turning her head away.
"The more you escape, the stronger the inner demon becomes." Mo Bai reached out, his finger lightly brushing a faint mark on her cheek scorched by the flames. "Face it, and then... sever it. I will help you."
His touch carried a hint of cool spirit power, smoothing the fine stinging pain. Liu Erlong's body stiffened, but she did not pull away. Deep in her soul, that new brand was faintly glowing, transmitting a strange reassurance and... a sense of belonging. This feeling was very unfamiliar, yet it strangely alleviated the sharp pain in her heart.
"Three consecutive days of treatment mean you must stay here and not leave." Mo Bai's tone was indisputable. "I will have Dugu Yan take care of your daily needs. During the treatment, you must fully trust me and cooperate with me. Otherwise, all effort will be lost, and the next backlash will be beyond even the gods to save."
Liu Erlong was silent for a long time. Finally, she closed her eyes, her long lashes casting shadows on her pale cheeks, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "...I understand."
The next three days were, for Liu Erlong, three days of overturning her cognition and reshaping herself.
The treatment room became her cage, but also her purgatory and... her place of rebirth.
Mo Bai kept his word, and every day's treatment was "deeper."