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What shocked Ning Rongrong even more were the girls' eyes. This wasn't a normal spar but a focus and coldness akin to an actual life-and-death struggle. Especially Zhu Zhuqing—those cat pupils held no emotion, only the cold light of a locked-on prey. Xiao Wu appeared cute, yet her strikes were merciless. Dugu Yan was even more sinister and fierce.
"Their soul rings... Zhu Zhuqing's fourth ring is ten-thousand-year?! Xiao Wu's third and fourth are also close to ten-thousand-year? How is this possible?" Ning Rongrong finally noticed the key point. A ten-thousand-year fourth ring for a Soul Ancestor was unheard of in the entire soul master world! Her father, Ning Fengzhi, had said this required immense physical quality and willpower, and the risk was extremely high. What on earth did this Mo Bai do to them?
The battle lasted for fifteen minutes. Dugu Yan, with her deep soul power and poison control advantage, eventually began to suppress Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. Xiao Wu's breathing became rapid, and sweat appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's forehead.
"Stop." Mo Bai's voice rang out.
The three girls stopped immediately, separating in an instant, their auras restrained as if the intense struggle just now had been a hallucination. Panting slightly, they looked at Mo Bai with questioning and waiting submission in their eyes.
"Dugu Yan, your toxic mist range control is acceptable, but your precise control under the enhancement state is insufficient, wasting twenty percent of your soul power. The use of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor phantom was stiff and lacked variety," Mo Bai critiqued. "Xiao Wu, you rely too much on teleporting to close in and don't utilize the 'Charm Bone' passive enough; you could have used the extreme reaction brought by your body's sensitivity to anticipate her poison blade trajectory. Zhu Zhuqing, your strategy of concealment and one-hit kills is correct, but you are too fixated on vitals; her scale defense is not weak, you should try attacking joints, eyelids, and other thin points, or use your speed for continuous harassment to focus on exhaustion."
His critique was pinpoint accurate, and all three girls bowed their heads to listen.
"Alright, the combat practice ends here. Now, proceed to adaptation training," Mo Bai changed the subject.
Adaptation training? Before Ning Rongrong could react, she saw Mo Bai walk toward a large lounge chair at the edge of the field, covered in soft beast hide, and sit down.
Then, she saw a scene that turned her mind blank, her cheeks burning instantly, and her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest.
She saw the coldness from the battle vanish from Xiao Wu's face, replaced by a sugary, seductive smile that Ning Rongrong had never seen before. She walked lightly to Mo Bai's feet and knelt down with extreme naturalness, looking up at him with pink eyes glistening like water. Her perky breasts pressed against his thighs as she nuzzled closer.
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips. Her cold face showed no expression, but her gaze softened as she silently walked to Mo Bai's side and extended her slender but powerful hands to begin massaging his shoulders. Her movements were somewhat clumsy, but very earnest. Her large, full breasts brushed against his arm with each motion.
Dugu Yan swung her hips, wearing her unique, eerie, and dangerous smile as she walked to Mo Bai's other side. She sat unceremoniously in Mo Bai's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and blowing softly into his ear, her voice carrying a raspy temptation: "Teacher~ how was my performance just now? Is there a reward?" Her full breasts pressed heavily against his chest, the golden patterns on her skin glowing faintly.
Mo Bai casually draped one hand around Dugu Yan's waist while raising the other to pat the head of the approaching Xiao Wu, like stroking a pet. "Zhu Zhuqing has improved; her attacks are more decisive. Xiao Wu's reaction speed still needs to be faster by one-hundredth of a breath. As for you, Dugu Yan," he tilted his head and whispered into Dugu Yan's ear—his voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached Ning Rongrong behind the one-way glass—"your poison control precision is insufficient. Extra training tonight."
"Extra training for what? Teacher~" Dugu Yan giggled, rubbing her body against Mo Bai, her hips grinding slowly against the growing bulge in his pants.
Mo Bai did not answer but crooked his finger. Xiao Wu understood immediately, bowing her head obediently and starting to undo Mo Bai's belt with practiced fingers.
Ning Rongrong clutched her mouth hard to keep from screaming. Her eyes were wide, watching everything in the training ground in disbelief. Those three genius girls—who had been sharp and decisive in the battle just now, with strength far exceeding their peers—were now... actually like the most submissive concubines, or even worse, huddling around that man, performing such... such shameless acts!
Her face was terrifyingly hot. She wanted to look away, but her body felt nailed to the spot, her eyes staring intently at the scene inside the glass. Her heart hammered in her chest, and a complex surge of emotions—a mixture of shock, shame, anger, and... a trace of an异樣 stimulation and curiosity she refused to admit even to herself—swept over her entire body.
Inside the glass, Xiao Wu had already undone Mo Bai's belt and was sliding his pants down, revealing the thick, veined flesh rod. Ning Rongrong snapped her eyes shut, but only for an instant before she forced them open again. She couldn't not watch—her father had sent her to observe, and deep down, a taboo voyeuristic urge had been completely ignited.
Zhu Zhuqing was still massaging his shoulders, but her cheeks were also stained with a faint blush, her breathing quickening slightly. Dugu Yan was even more bold; she had already begun kissing Mo Bai's neck, one hand reaching down to stroke his shaft alongside Xiao Wu.
Mo Bai's expression remained calm, even carrying a sort of scrutinizing indifference. He allowed Xiao Wu and Dugu Yan to continue their actions, his fingers occasionally stroking Dugu Yan's hair while his gaze seemed to be observing something. Then, he spoke, his voice not loud yet carrying an unquestionable command.
"Xiao Wu, show me your recent control over 'Spring Creek'."
Xiao Wu's body trembled slightly, her face flushing even deeper, but her eyes were exceptionally bright, carrying a sense of nearly pious sacrifice. "Yes, Master," she whispered, then knelt upright. In front of Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan, she lifted her pink dress, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy already glistening with arousal.