"Did everyone have a good time last night...?"
Upon hearing this, the six women froze instantly.
From their cheeks to their necks, the six men's skin was as red as boiled shrimp.
They lowered their heads shyly and, without prior agreement, softly murmured "Mmm".
Hearing these affirmative answers, Dongfang Jing smiled with satisfaction.
Although the process was a bit brutal, and it damaged my back and kidneys.
But the result... doesn't seem too bad.
Moreover, he himself was experiencing both pain and pleasure.
Dongfang Jing chuckled, his gaze towards the six becoming firm yet gentle, and formally declared:
"In that case, I look forward to your guidance in the future, ladies."
...
Half an hour later.
After drinking a bowl of "resurrection tonic soup" specially made by Ah Yin, Dongfang Jing's pale face finally regained some color.
After tidying up the room, everyone sat around the bed, keeping Dongfang Jing company, and began to discuss important matters.
Biji recounted everything that happened after they returned to the Star Dou Great Forest, emphasizing Di Tian's attitude and the matter concerning the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm and the Wisdom Soul Ring.
"I'll go and bring that bug over," Wang Qiu'er said, getting up and going to the next room.
Soon, she returned carrying a white, fleshy worm that was snotting and weeping and exuding an aura of decadence.
As soon as Tianmeng Bingcan entered, he saw the figure that haunted his dreams.
Hyotei sat on the edge of the bed, her long hair, fresh from a bath, casually draped over her shoulders. Her face was flushed with a captivating blush, a blend of cool elegance and alluring charm that pierced Tianmeng Bingcan's heart like a knife.
His heart was broken.
But he forced a smile and spoke in what he thought was a deeply affectionate tone: "Bingbing, even though you've... I still like you, I..."
"Shut your mouth, you sir!"
Hyotei was furious. Fearing that Dongfang Jing might misunderstand something, he quickly grabbed Dongfang Jing's arm and began to explain urgently.
"Little brother, don't listen to its nonsense! I have absolutely no relation to it! If you didn't need it, I would have crushed it long ago!"
Upon hearing this, Tianmeng Bingcan thought of her beloved goddess, who had served and pleased this weak human last night.
He, however, could only eavesdrop in the next room.
Jealousy and resentment instantly overwhelmed his reason.
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's small eyes were fixed on Dongfang Jing, and it let out a hysterical roar:
"You wretched human! It was you! You stole my beloved!"
"You want me to sacrifice myself for you? Dream on! I'll never let you get away with this, you bastard!"
The temperature in the room dropped to freezing point instantly.
The eyes of Xue Di, Bi Ji, and the others instantly turned cold, and killing intent surged in the air.
The weakness on Dongfang Jing's face vanished, replaced by indifference.
He slowly sat up straight, his eyes coldly looking down at the hysterical insect on the ground.
Master clearly rescued him from Di Tian's clutches, yet he's so rebellious now.
They even dared to covet his sister Bing'er.
Keeping such a thing around is not like raising a tiger to cause trouble, but like raising maggots to cause trouble.
He exchanged a glance with Biji and Xue Di, and instantly reached a consensus.
"Oh."
Dongfang Jing chuckled softly, under the glaring, bloodshot eyes of Tianmeng Bingcan.
He naturally raised his hand, put his arm around Hyotei's slender waist, and pulled her closer to him.
Then, right in front of this insect, he gave Hyotei's luscious lips a heavy kiss.
Hyotei let out a soft moan, and instead of resisting, she buried her head in his neck, looking shy.
Dongfang Jing stroked Bingdi's long hair, his eyes indifferent as he looked at the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm on the ground.
"How dare you call me Bingbing?"
"Since you're unwilling, there's nothing more to discuss."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Dongfang Jing raised his hand and waved, and a teleportation portal appeared.
On the other side of the portal lies the far north, where snow falls heavily and the wind howls fiercely.
Wang Qiu'er understood immediately and, without saying a word, stepped forward and grabbed Tianmeng Ice Silkworm by the scruff of its neck.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it."
Wang Qiu'er pouted.
With that, she flicked her arm and threw the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm into the portal like trash.
The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm traced an arc in the air before tumbling down into the icy snow.
When he struggled to his feet, he found himself back in the far north.
He was shocked by the amazing spatial abilities of the Eastern Mirror, and couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.
Because if we choose to stay by Dongfang Jing's side, we might be able to benefit from his influence in the future.
But when he looked behind him at the teleportation portal that had already closed and disappeared, it was too late to say anything.
Having escaped the clutches of the Demon Emperor, they returned to their long-desired hometown.
But at this moment, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm felt no joy.
Large snowflakes fell from the sky. He lay prostrate on the ground, realizing for the first time how cold the far north was.
He lost the woman he loved, and he also lost the chance to rise to the top.
"No--!!!"
The mournful cry echoed across the vast snowfield, but there was no response.
...
at the same time,
Wuhun City, Papal Palace.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Demon Bear Douluo knelt in the center of the hall. Although the bleeding from the wound on his severed arm had stopped, the gruesome cut was still a shocking sight.
He trembled all over as he recounted everything that had happened at Purple Star Academy, including how Ghost Leopard Douluo was instantly killed by that mysterious white-haired woman.
"You mean... that woman killed Ghost Leopard with just one move?"
On the high platform, Bibi Dong's knuckles were white as she gripped the scepter, and her beautiful face was covered in frost.
"Yes...yes, Your Holiness the Pope." Demon Bear Douluo's voice trembled.
"You bastard!"
Bibi Dong slammed her scepter down, unleashing a terrifying surge of soul power that shattered a nearby stone pillar.
Ghost Leopard Douluo is dead.
A level 95 Title Douluo perished in an obscure academy!
This is a blatant provocation against the dignity of the Spirit Hall!
But looking down at the trembling demonic bear whose cultivation had fallen to the Soul Douluo level, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart.
"I will handle this matter myself. You should step back and recover from your injuries. The Spirit Hall will compensate you."
"Thank you... thank you, Your Holiness the Pope!" Demon Bear Douluo felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly retreated.
Only Bibi Dong remained in the main hall.
Just then, a golden light condensed in the center of the hall.
Qian Daoliu's figure quietly appeared.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression somewhat solemn.
"Great Elder." Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone unfriendly.
Qian Daoliu didn't look at her, but said indifferently, "The white-haired woman's origin is quite strange. She was able to kill a ninety-five-year-old titled Douluo in one move. I suppose her soul power is the same as mine... but there has never been any record of her on the continent."
"So what?" Bibi Dong sneered. "They killed our people, does the Hall of Offerings intend to sit idly by?"
Qian Daoliu turned around and gave her a deep look.
"It was agreed before that the Hall of Offerings would not intervene."
After he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away.
Bibi Dong stared in the direction where Qian Daoliu had disappeared, her teeth clenched in anger, her beautiful face contorted in a grimace.
...
Purple Star Academy, third-floor bedroom.
After resolving the minor incident involving the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, Dongfang Jing was preparing to enjoy a few more moments of tenderness and discuss the next steps with his girlfriends.
Just then.
A clear, ethereal female voice suddenly echoed in the depths of his mind.
A mirror can reflect what haunts one's dreams, but it can hardly reflect what truly resides in one's heart.
The bond between master and disciple, the affection between siblings, the promise of a chance encounter—which is an illusion in the mirror, and which is a mark on the heart?
[A mirage, a flower in a mirror, a reflection in water—all are illusions; only an eternal vow testifies to true sincerity.]
[The first test of the Blazing Sun God: Clear Mind - Bonding Emotions and Connecting Hearts, completed.]
[Current completion rate of the first test: 50%.]
[The first test of the Blazing Sun God must be completed, the Mirror of the Mind must be clear—clarifying one's will and establishing one's path.]
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