The five Titled Douluo, under Bibi Dong's silent command, moved with practiced efficiency. They surrounded the massive Prismatic Scale Serpent Dragon, their powerful auras locking onto the enraged beast.
The Serpent Dragon, its scales shimmering with every color imaginable, roared its fury at the intruders who dared to trespass upon its territory. Its massive body coiled and lashed, sending shockwaves through the surrounding forest.
Bibi Dong was the first to strike. Her twin martial spirits, the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Eating Spider Emperor, erupted from her body, their terrifying presence instantly dominating the battlefield. Purple and black energy swirled around her, and razor-sharp spider legs pierced the earth.
"Attack!" Bibi Dong commanded, her voice cold and imperious.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo moved in perfect synchronization, their unique fusion skill, the Binding Domain of Two Extremes, instantly trapping the Serpent Dragon in a field of immense pressure and disorientation.
The other three Titled Douluo unleashed their own formidable martial spirits and soul skills. One wielded a massive warhammer that crackled with lightning, another controlled razor-sharp wind blades, and the third summoned a legion of spectral warriors.
The Prismatic Scale Serpent Dragon fought back with immense power, its scales deflecting many of the attacks, its tail capable of shattering trees with a single blow, and its breath a torrent of multicolored energy that could disintegrate anything in its path.
However, the combined might of seven Titled Douluo, including Bibi Dong's overwhelming power, was too much for even a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast to handle. Bibi Dong's attacks weakened its defenses, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo's domain restricted its movements, and the other Titled Douluo rained down a relentless barrage of powerful soul skills.
The battle raged for over an hour, the forest around them becoming a scene of utter devastation. Finally, weakened and exhausted, the Prismatic Scale Serpent Dragon lay vulnerable.
"Now, Dugu Bo!" Bibi Dong's voice echoed across the battlefield.
Dugu Bo, who had been observing the fight intently, unleashed his Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor. The massive, emerald-green serpent lunged forward, its fangs dripping with deadly poison, and struck the final, fatal blow to the Prismatic Scale Serpent Dragon.
A blood-red soul ring, radiating immense power, materialized above the fallen beast. Dugu Bo immediately began the arduous process of absorbing it as his ninth soul ring. Sweat poured down his face as he channeled his spirit power, battling against the immense energy contained within the hundred-thousand-year ring.
Hours passed before Dugu Bo finally let out a triumphant roar, the blood-red soul ring now fully integrated into his being. He felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, even greater than before. His soul power had not only returned to his previous rank of 91 but had even increased to 92.
Bibi Dong approached him, her expression impassive. "The spirit bone," she said, gesturing towards the shimmering bone that had dropped from the Serpent Dragon's massive body, "will be stored by the Spirit Hall as payment for our assistance."
Dugu Bo, still feeling the exhilarating effects of his new soul ring, simply nodded. "That is acceptable."
He focused his spirit power, and three new soul skills manifested around him, each radiating an even more potent aura than his previous abilities. His domain, the Emerald Phosphor Domain, had also expanded and intensified, the poisonous mist now thicker and more corrosive.
Song Qing approached Dugu Bo, a pleased smile on his face. "Congratulations, Senior! You are now a truly formidable Titled Douluo." He pointed to the subtle, almost imperceptible, draconic markings that had appeared on Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor. "And as I promised, Senior, when we return to the mansion, I will provide you with the Immortal Herbs that will complete your spirit's evolution."
Dugu Bo's gruff face softened into a genuine smile. "Thank you, little brat. I am truly grateful for your help."
With Dugu Bo's needs met, the group prepared for their next destination. "Now," Song Qing announced, "we need to find a light attribute spirit beast for Senior Sister Qian Renxue. For that, we will head to the Radiant Spirit Forest."
The Radiant Spirit Forest was a place of ethereal beauty, bathed in a perpetual golden light that filtered through its ancient, luminous trees. It was said to be a haven for light attribute spirit beasts.
It didn't take long for Song Qing's enhanced senses to locate their target – a magnificent Hundred Thousand Year Old Thousand-Spotted Radiant Butterfly. Its wings shimmered with a thousand different hues of light, and its aura was pure and radiant.
This time, Bibi Dong and the other Titled Douluo made quick work of subduing the majestic butterfly, carefully ensuring that it wasn't killed outright.
"Now, Renxue," Bibi Dong said, gesturing towards the weakened spirit beast. "It is your turn."
Qian Renxue stepped forward, her Seraphim spirit radiating a holy aura. With a determined gaze, she delivered the final blow, and a golden soul ring, filled with pure light energy, materialized above the fallen butterfly.
The absorption process was smooth and relatively quick for Qian Renxue. Her divine Seraphim spirit resonated perfectly with the light attribute soul ring. In a matter of hours, she had successfully integrated it into her being.
A powerful surge of energy coursed through her, and her soul power soared to level 73. She opened her eyes, which now held an even more radiant glow.
"I have succeeded, Mother," Qian Renxue said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I have unlocked the ability to fully utilize my Spirit Avatar." Her six wings expanded, radiating an almost blinding golden light. "And my Angelic Domain has been amplified significantly. I can now prevent most spiritual probing and attacks, and even unleash powerful spiritual attacks of my own."
A shimmering golden spirit bone dropped from the butterfly's body. Bibi Dong retrieved it. "I will keep this safe for you, Renxue. I will give it to you once we are back at the Spirit Hall."
Qian Renxue nodded, her attention already turning towards Song Qing, who had been observing her progress with a proud smile. She caught his gaze and, with a subtle mental message, sent her heartfelt gratitude. 'Thank you, Qing. I will reward you handsomely for this later.'
Song Qing's face flushed a deep crimson at her mental message, his heart pounding in his chest. He managed a slight, somewhat shaky nod in response, his verdant eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.
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That night, the group found lodging at a comfortable inn situated near the edge of the Crimson Leaf Forest. This forest, named for the vibrant red hue of its leaves that persisted throughout the year, was rumored to be home to a variety of powerful ten-thousand-year spirit beasts, making it a promising location to find a suitable one for Ning Rongrong.
Normally, Song Qing would have expected a visit from both Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing after nightfall. Their presence in his room had become a cherished routine, a time for gentle affection and shared whispers.
However, tonight, Song Qing had preemptively informed them that he would be occupied with his cultivation and would prefer not to be disturbed.
"Rongrong, Zhuqing," he had said earlier, his voice apologetic, "I need to focus on my training tonight. I've reached a crucial point and require uninterrupted concentration. Perhaps we can spend more time together tomorrow."
He had felt a pang of guilt as he saw the slight disappointment flicker in their eyes.
"Oh… alright, Qing," Ning Rongrong had said, though her tone held a hint of sadness.
Zhu Zhuqing had simply nodded, her expression understanding. "We understand, Qing. Rest well."
'I do feel a bit bad about this,' Song Qing thought as he lay in his room, the hours slowly ticking by. 'They probably wanted to tell me more about their new abilities.'
But a different kind of anticipation thrummed within him. He was undeniably curious about the reward that his beloved Renxue had promised him. Her subtle mental message had sent a wave of heat through him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she had planned.
As the night deepened and the inn grew quiet, a soft knock echoed on his door. Song Qing's heart skipped a beat. He knew it was her.
He quickly rose from his bed and opened the door to find Qian Renxue standing in the hallway. The light from the corridor cast a golden halo around her beautiful blonde hair. She wore a long, oversized robe, but a glimpse of something delicate and alluring could be seen beneath its folds. Her purple eyes, usually holding a regal composure, now held a playful, almost mischievous glint. They seemed to pierce through him, filled with a captivating allure that perfectly suited her identity as the possessor of the Seraphim spirit, yet tonight, they made her appear devilishly, seductively beautiful.
She stepped into his room, closing the door softly behind her. The oversized robe slipped slightly off her shoulder, revealing the delicate straps of a breathtakingly beautiful angel dress made of shimmering white silk that seemed to glow even in the subdued light filtering from the window. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her already stunning figure.
Qian Renxue moved with a graceful, almost ethereal quality, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor. She approached Song Qing slowly, her purple eyes never leaving his.
"My dear Qing," she whispered, her voice a silken caress that sent shivers down his spine. "Tonight… you must simply relax and enjoy my performance."
Song Qing swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He could only nod, his verdant eyes completely captivated by her presence.
Qian Renxue smiled, a knowing, seductive smile that promised untold delights. She moved towards the center of the room, her movements fluid and graceful, like a celestial being descending from the heavens.
She began slowly to untie the belt of her robe, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. The robe parted, revealing the full glory of the angel dress beneath. The fabric shimmered and flowed around her like liquid moonlight, accentuating her slender waist and the gentle curves of her hips. The neckline plunged just low enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her décolletage, hinting at the soft skin beneath.
Song Qing watched, mesmerized, as Qian Renxue began her performance. It wasn't a dance in the traditional sense, but rather a slow, sensual unfolding of movement and expression. Her eyes held his captive, conveying a depth of emotion and desire that words could never fully capture.
She moved with an almost hypnotic rhythm, her arms flowing like water, her body swaying gently. The way the light caught the silk of her dress, the subtle shifts in her expression, the unspoken promises in her purple eyes – it was all designed to ignite his senses and stir his deepest desires.
Qian Renxue ran a hand through her long, golden hair, letting it cascade down her back like a shimmering waterfall. Her gaze intensified, locking with Song Qing's, conveying a message of pure, unadulterated affection and a hint of playful teasing.
She turned slowly, allowing him to appreciate the elegant curve of her spine and the subtle sway of her hips. The angel dress moved with her, clinging to her form in a way that was both innocent and incredibly alluring.
'She's so beautiful,' Song Qing thought, his heart pounding in his chest. 'And this… this is all for me.' He felt a wave of warmth spread through him, a mixture of desire and profound affection for this incredible woman.
Qian Renxue then began to hum softly, a melody that seemed to weave itself around him, drawing him further into her sensual performance. Her eyes danced with a playful light, and she offered him a small, teasing smile.
She reached out a hand, her fingers beckoning him closer. Song Qing found himself moving towards her as if drawn by an invisible force, his gaze never leaving her captivating purple eyes.
As he drew nearer, Qian Renxue's movements became even more intimate. She traced the contours of her own body with delicate fingers, her eyes still locked on his, conveying a silent invitation. The air in the room crackled with unspoken desire, a palpable tension building between them.
She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, her voice husky and low, "Do you like what you see, my Qing?"
Song Qing could only nod, his words caught in his throat. He had never witnessed anything so beautiful, so sensual, so utterly captivating. Qian Renxue's performance was a masterpiece of subtle seduction, a heartfelt expression of her affection that resonated deeply within him. He knew this was her way of showing her gratitude, her love, and her complete devotion. And he was utterly and completely enthralled.
The performance wasn't over. Qian Renxue, sensing Song Qing's complete enthrallment, continued her display with an even more sensual edge, her movements becoming bolder and more suggestive. The initial ethereal grace now mingled with a playful, almost teasing allure.
She moved closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She ran her fingers lightly down her arms, her gaze fixed on Song Qing, as if inviting him to do the same. The white silk of her angel dress flowed around her like liquid light with every subtle shift of her body.
Seeing her so uninhibited, so openly sensual, a playful thought struck Song Qing.
"Renxue," he said, a teasing smile on his lips, "if your Grandpa Qian Daoliu could see you right now, in that… rather revealing angel dress… he would probably be so shocked he'd be speechless. He'd probably wonder just where he went wrong in raising his precious granddaughter."
Qian Renxue merely chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that sent a pleasant shiver down Song Qing's spine. She continued her sensual movements, her gaze never wavering from his.
"Silly Qing," she whispered, her voice a breathy murmur as she moved even closer, her eyes filled with a deep affection. "I became like this only for you. Only to please you more."
Her performance took a new turn. She slowly bent down, her movements deliberate and graceful, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. As she lowered herself, she subtly pushed her hips towards him, her eyes locking with his, a silent invitation in their purple depths.
Song Qing, understanding the unspoken desire in her gaze, reached out and delivered a firm, playful spank to her curvaceous backside.
A soft moan escaped Qian Renxue's lips, a sound that was both surprised and undeniably pleased. She straightened up slowly, turning to face him, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink.
"Perfect," she whispered, her voice husky. "You really have become so much better at this, my Qing."
Emboldened by her reaction, and thoroughly enjoying the feel of her soft yet firm flesh beneath his hand, Song Qing couldn't resist the urge to spank her a few more times, each slap echoing softly in the quiet room. Qian Renxue's breath hitched with each playful blow, and a delighted giggle escaped her lips.
She then resumed her performance, her movements now infused with an even greater level of intimacy. She moved around him, her body brushing against his, the soft silk of her dress a tantalizing tease against his skin. Her eyes held his captive, conveying a depth of affection and desire that was both intoxicating and deeply moving.
Qian Renxue traced the line of his jaw with a delicate finger, her touch sending a wave of warmth through him. She leaned in close, her lips hovering just a breath away from his ear.
"You have no idea how much I cherish you, Qing," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine emotion. "You have brought so much joy and happiness into my life."
She pulled back slightly, her purple eyes filled with a tender light. She then continued her sensual dance, her movements becoming more fluid and expressive, each gesture a silent testament to her love and affection for him.
The air in the room was thick with unspoken desires and heartfelt emotions. Song Qing watched, completely mesmerized, as Qian Renxue poured her heart and soul into her intimate performance. It was a reward far more precious than any material gift, a deeply personal expression of her love that touched him to his very core. He knew he would cherish this night, this beautiful and sensual display of affection, for the rest of his days.
As her performance reached its crescendo, Qian Renxue's movements slowed, her eyes filled with a soft, loving gaze. She reached out and gently took his hand, her touch sending a comforting warmth through him.
"Thank you, my Qing," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet contentment. "For everything."
Song Qing squeezed her hand gently, his verdant eyes filled with a love that mirrored her own. He didn't need words to express his gratitude and affection. His gaze alone conveyed the depth of his feelings.
They stood there for a long moment, hand in hand, the unspoken emotions between them filling the quiet room. The sensual performance had ended, but the intimacy and connection they shared lingered in the air, a testament to the unique and powerful bond they had forged.
'I am truly blessed to have her in my life,' Song Qing thought, his heart overflowing with affection. 'And I will cherish every moment we have together.'
Qian Renxue leaned her head against his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The playful seductress had now transformed back into the loving and devoted woman he knew and adored.