"Brother, where did you go? The letter didn't explain it clearly." Dongfang Yao asked curiously while massaging his shoulders.
"Captain, did you go somewhere to secretly train?" Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, looking very gossipy.
Faced with everyone's questions, Dongfang Jing simply smiled and brushed it off lightly: "Yes, I went to a very special place. I'm sorry to have worried you all."
Although his words were vague, the girls were very understanding and did not press him further.
Moreover, the changes to the Oriental Mirror are significant and visible to the naked eye.
"Captain, your soul power..." Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. This was the question she was most curious about.
As soon as Zhu Zhuqing spoke, the others also turned their inquiring gazes toward Dongfang Jing.
Seeing this, Dongfang Jing didn't hide anything and said calmly, "Well, not bad luck, I'm level 83 now."
"Eight...eighty-three?!" Ning Rongrong was so shocked that she stood up from her chair, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
"Pfft—" Dugu Yan spat out the mouthful of juice she had just taken a sip of.
All the women stared wide-eyed at Dongfang Jing, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.
How long has it been?! He's already advanced from Soul Emperor to Soul Douluo?! Is he even human?!
Even if you were on a rocket, it wouldn't be that fast!
The reactions of Xue Di, Bing Di, Bi Ji, and other women were much calmer. They guessed that this must be a reward for completing the divine test, but they were still happy for Dongfang Jing.
Dongfang Jing summoned his martial soul, revealing eight imposing spirit rings: purple-purple, black-black-black, red-red-red!
This startled even Xue Di and the others, who immediately stood up from their seats.
Good heavens, is this guy completing the divine test and then casually going to challenge a 100,000-year-old soul beast?
Dongfang Jing smiled and shook his head, explaining, "Don't worry. My seventh and eighth spirit rings are 100,000-year-old divine-given spirit rings, directly awarded by the divine trial. Moreover, my martial spirit has also undergone a slight evolution due to the trial."
"Divine test? Divine soul ring?" These new terms left the little girls completely bewildered.
Dongfang Jing thought about it and felt that these weren't really big breasts. Perhaps if he let his teammates know in advance, these girls might also have a chance to receive some kind of inheritance?
He briefly explained the concepts of divine testing and divinely bestowed soul rings, and reassured everyone.
"So that's how it is!" The girls finally understood the reason for Dongfang Jing's rapid increase in soul power; it turned out he had been chosen by the gods.
Being chosen by a god is certainly not an easy task.
It was precisely because this person was Dongfang Jing that the gods chose him.
"Yes, there's a place called Seagod Island in the ocean far from here. The Seagod is worshipped there, and if a Soul Master from elsewhere is eager to improve their strength, they can go there to undergo the Seagod's test. But there is a price to pay," Dongfang Jing added.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing nodded somewhat blankly; these things were still too far away for them at the moment.
However, since Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan are already adults, it might be worth considering letting them decide their own futures.
The group gathered together and chatted about their recent situations and future prospects.
Just then, Ning Rongrong suddenly remembered something and, as if showing off a treasure, took out a set of neatly folded clothes from her soul tool.
"Ta-da! Captain, look! This is the team uniform I designed especially for you! Try it on and see if it fits!"
It was a fitted uniform with black and purple as the main colors. The style was almost exactly the same as what they were wearing, but some masculine modifications were made to the details, making it look more capable and sharp.
Dongfang Jing looked at the team uniform, then glanced at Ning Rongrong: "It's good that it's not a skirt, thank you."
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue: "Okay, okay, hurry up and try it on!"
Amidst the expectant gazes of the girls, Dongfang Jing entered the room and changed into her new team uniform.
When he came out again, everyone's eyes widened in astonishment.
The perfect tailoring accentuated his tall and slender figure.
The dark purple color scheme made his skin appear even whiter, and his wispy silver hair added to his mystery and nobility, making him look like a prince who had stepped out of a painting.
"Wow...so handsome..." Dongfang Yao and Ning Rongrong couldn't help but exclaim in a fangirl-like manner.
Wang Qiu'er, Xue Di, Bing Di, and others also watched with wide eyes and felt a strange sensation below.
"Ahem." Dongfang Jing coughed lightly twice. "Now that I'm back, I'm officially back in the team starting today. I'll also be taking over the captain's position again."
"You must not let your guard down in the upcoming matches; you must respect your opponents!"
"Yes, Captain!"
...
As night deepened, the villa at Purple Star Academy finally fell silent.
After everyone finished chatting in the living room, they went back to their rooms to rest.
Under the ambiguous yet somewhat spectator-like gazes of A Yin, Bi Ji, and the others, Dongfang Jing took Wang Qiu'er's hand and went straight upstairs.
Wang Qiu'er was taken aback by his sudden action. Before she could react, she had been pulled into the house, and the door slammed shut with a bang.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a blur before her eyes, and her back was pressed against the cold wall.
Dongfang Jing braced himself against the wall near her ear, leaned over her, and pulled her into his arms.
The room was dark, with only the moonlight streaming in from the window, barely enough to make out each other's silhouettes.
Wang Qiu'er's heart was pounding, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.
She usually appears very calm and composed, like an old dog.
But when the time actually comes, I still panic.
Even though they had private conversations more than once...
Her eyes darted around, avoiding Dongfang Jing's gaze, and she stubbornly said, "What...what are you doing? It's so late, I want to go back to sleep."
Dongfang Jing looked at her, who was clearly panicking inside but was trying to appear calm on the outside, and felt a ticklish sensation in his heart, like being scratched by a cat.
His Adam's apple bobbed, feeling his throat a little dry. He deliberately leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, and asked with a mischievous grin, "Qiu'er, we haven't seen each other for so long, don't you like me anymore?"
"Nonsense!" Wang Qiu'er exclaimed in alarm upon hearing this, abruptly raising her head. "How could I not like you! I think about you every single day!"
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had overreacted, and her cheeks instantly burned like fire.
Dongfang Jing suppressed a laugh and continued to tease her: "Since you like it, why didn't you let me kiss you downstairs? You were so evasive."
Wang Qiu'er bit her lip: "Well...it's because there are other people watching, and it's so embarrassing..."
Everyone was there at the time, and Dugu Yan and the others were staring at her intently. How could she possibly be embarrassed?
Looking at her shy, demure demeanor, Dongfang Jing leaned closer, their noses almost touching.
"Now that there's no one else around, just the two of us, does that mean we can...?"
Wang Qiu'er's eyelashes trembled. Looking at the face she had been longing for day and night in the moonlight, her defenses crumbled instantly.
She nodded silently, reached out and wrapped her arms around Dongfang Jing's neck, stood on tiptoe, and offered her lips to him.
The moment their lips met was like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
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