Chapter 52 Zhu Zhuqing is shocked! Snow Emperor's roasted ice silkworm, fragrant and soft~
Lu Ming glanced at Ning Rongrong as she left, but didn't pay her any attention. Instead, he turned his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing.
"Your martial soul is the Netherworld Cat, which focuses on speed and explosiveness."
"However, your attack methods are too simplistic, and your soul power consumption is also excessive."
He got straight to the point as soon as he opened his mouth.
Zhu Zhuqing was startled; even Master Yu Xiaogang had never mentioned these questions to her.
"Please advise me!" she said respectfully.
Lu Ming nodded and slowly walked up to her.
"Now, attack me at your fastest speed."
"This…" Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.
"No need to hold back," Lu Ming said.
"yes!"
Without further hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing activated her martial spirit, her figure instantly transforming into a black shadow as she clawed at Lu Ming.
However, before her claws could touch Lu Ming, her wrist was grabbed by a warm, large hand.
Lu Ming's figure had appeared beside her without her noticing.
"Too slow."
His voice rang in Zhu Zhuqing's ears, carrying a hint of warmth, causing her ears to turn red instantly.
"Your strength is too scattered. Watch closely."
Lu Ming held her hand and guided the soul power within her body.
"Concentrate your soul power at your fingertips, like this..."
As he spoke, he gently ran his fingers across Zhu Zhuqing's arm, and a strange map of soul power circulation was clearly imprinted in her perception.
"When making a move, use your waist to generate power and drive your whole body, rather than simply relying on your arms."
Lu Ming's hand slid down and gently placed on Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, applying slight pressure to help her adjust her posture.
Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffened abruptly, and a jolt of electricity shot through her entire body from her waist.
She could clearly feel the warmth from Lu Ming's palm, and the pleasant, faint scent of grass emanating from him.
"Your legs have great explosive power, but not enough stamina."
Lu Ming's voice continued, his gaze falling on Zhu Zhuqing's long, straight, beautiful legs encased in black leather pants.
"Every time you exert force, you should land silently like a cat, dissipating the impact instead of bearing it head-on."
This way, your knees won't suffer from premature wear and tear, and you'll be able to maintain your speed for longer.
He squatted down and gently touched Zhu Zhuqing's calf with his finger.
"The muscles here are too tight. Relax and feel the flow of soul power."
Zhu Zhuqing felt her mind go blank, and her whole body felt like it was on fire.
She had never been so close to a man before.
But ironically, every action and every word Lu Ming made contained profound cultivation principles that she had never heard of before.
Following Lu Ming's instructions, she tried to circulate her soul power and found that the previously obscure soul power channels had suddenly become clear, and the speed was actually much faster than before!
The way she looked at Lu Ming changed.
It was a radiance that mixed shock, admiration, shyness, and a hint of... adoration.
Ning Rongrong, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, seemed to be meditating, but in fact, she kept her ears perked up, listening to the commotion.
She initially thought Lu Ming was just putting on an act and taking advantage of Zhu Zhuqing.
But when she heard those unheard-of cultivation theories and felt the sudden, smooth, and swift fluctuations of soul power emanating from Zhu Zhuqing, her little mouth involuntarily opened.
This guy... what he's saying seems to be true?
Not only is he incredibly strong, but he's also hundreds of times better at teaching others how to cultivate than that so-called "theoretical master" Yu Xiaogang.
Lu Ming didn't say anything more. He let go of her hand, stood up, and looked indifferent.
"The rest, you'll have to figure it out yourself."
"If you don't understand, come ask me again."
After saying that, he turned and left the simulation training ground.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were left standing there. One was lost in deep thought and reflection, while the other was deeply shocked and unable to calm down for a long time.
...
As night deepened, the moonlight shone like water.
Lu Ming walked alone along the artificial lake of Blue Tyrant Academy.
A gentle evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, and the lake shimmered, reflecting the sparse stars in the sky.
He neither cultivated nor pondered the day's battle, but simply enjoyed this moment of tranquility.
His consciousness was immersed in the sea of knowledge.
A pale blue light screen floated in the center of his mind, with messages rapidly updating on it.
[Snow Woman: I have some specialties from the far north, who wants them?]
As soon as this message was posted, the previously quiet chat group instantly became lively.
The far north?
That's one of the most dangerous places on the Douluo Continent, covered in ice and snow all year round, with frighteningly low temperatures, making it impossible for ordinary soul masters to set foot there.
The local specialties must be rare treasures that are hard to find elsewhere.
Meanwhile, in the distant far northern core area.
Inside a crystal-clear ice palace, two stunningly beautiful figures sat around a campfire.
One of them, dressed in a snow-white long dress, with a cool and noble temperament, was none other than the Snow Empress.
The other one, dressed in a bright green dress, was charming and lovely; she was none other than Hyotei.
On the campfire in front of them, several snow-white soul beasts, shaped like silkworms, were roasting. Oil dripped onto the flames, making a sizzling sound and filling the air with a fragrant aroma.
Next to it were plates of ice crystal cakes made from millennia-old ice marrow, emitting a refreshing chill.
[Gentle Fire Dragon: A specialty of the far north? I want it!]
[Little Witch: Me too! Me too! I heard that things from the far north are good for beauty and health!]
[My son is not a bastard: I wonder what that is? I'm also a little curious.]
The women in the group were immediately intrigued and began to speak up.
The Snow Woman seemed to be in a good mood and, without keeping anyone in suspense, directly sent a red envelope.
The cover of the red envelope contained a photograph.
In the photo, a pair of long, straight, and fair legs are casually crossed.
The owner of the legs sat on an ice crystal throne, wearing a holy ice-blue long dress that reached only to her thighs, revealing a breathtakingly perfect figure, against a backdrop of a vast, icy, and snowy landscape.
The contrast between holiness and temptation is extreme.
Lu Ming looked at the photo without any change in his expression and casually opened the red envelope.
[Ding! You have received the Snow Maiden's red envelope and a gift pack of Arctic specialties.]
A roasted ten-thousand-year-old ice silkworm and a ten-thousand-year-old ice crystal cake automatically appeared in his soul tool storage space.
He took out a piece of ice crystal cake and put it in his mouth.
The pastry melts in your mouth, turning into a cool, sweet juice that slides down your throat.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely pure ice-attribute energy spread through his body, making him feel refreshed.
"It tastes good."
He then took out a golden-brown, crispy roasted silkworm and took a bite.
The outer shell is crispy, while the meat inside is tender and juicy, containing even more powerful soul energy than the ice crystal cake.
[Emperor Lu Tian: Thank you, it tastes very good.]
(End of chapter)