A Mistaken Intrusion: Who Could Handle Such a Scene?

The night breeze in the Star Luo Military Camp carried a chill, but inside the girls' tent of the Shrek Inspection Group, it was warm and cozy, a scene of boundless spring.

The military tent was enormous, and a dozen stunningly beautiful girls squeezed into one space. Having shed their daytime guard and the fatigue of the long flight, the atmosphere became completely relaxed.

In their private space, girls naturally wear whatever is most comfortable.

Wang Dong'er changed into a light blue silk slip dress. Her two long, fair legs were crossed on the blanket, and she was kneading a soft pillow in her hands.

Xiao Xiao was wearing a light yellow short loungewear set with a low neckline that revealed her delicate collarbone.

She leaned close to Wang Dong'er and whispered:

"Dong'er, have you seen the figure of Di Lingxi that the class monitor brought back? What did she eat to grow up like that?"

Wang Dong'er irritably pressed the soft pillow against her chest and tugged at the straps of her tank top that had slipped down to her shoulders:

"Who knows which remote mountain forest the squad leader came from? He's only been gone for half a day, and he's already reached level 55! Is he even letting anyone else live?"

Xiao Xiao covered her mouth and chuckled, "Are you angry that he leveled up so quickly, or that he brought a pretty girl back?"

"I'm not angry at that big idiot!"

Wang Dong'er's cheeks flushed, and she instinctively tickled Xiao Xiao's ticklish spot. The two immediately started playfully wrestling, their nightgowns fluttering and revealing glimpses of each other's skin.

In another corner of the tent, Cui Yajie was slowly combing her long pink hair with a wooden comb.

She was wearing only a very tight-fitting black lace-trimmed vest.

Ning Tian sat opposite her, holding a cup of hot water in his hand.

The young master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was wearing a silver-gray silk robe, the collar of which was slightly open, exuding the noble air of a scion of a prominent family.

"What are you thinking about?" Cui Yajie put down the comb and glanced at Ning Tian.

Ning Tian took a sip of hot water, a hint of envy in his voice. "I'm wondering how Huabin cultivated so quickly."

Cui Yajie gave a soft snort, resting her chin on her hands, creating a deep cleavage. "You're obsessed with this, don't you think about anything else? I think our captain has quite the luck with women."

In the middle, Zhu Lu was holding a dry towel and wiping Di Lingxi's half-dry golden hair.

Zhu Lu wore a black halter top and shorts set, with very little fabric, which perfectly outlined her toned abdomen and slender legs, typical of an agility-type Soul Master.

Di Lingxi is even more exaggerated.

She didn't understand human formalities, so she simply put on a white slip dress that Bing Hanyue had lent her.

The skirt was a bit short for her, barely covering the top of her thighs, and the neckline was loose, exposing large areas of her fair skin to the air.

"It's so stuffy in this tent." Di Lingxi twisted her neck, her golden eyes darting around. "I want to go find him."

Zhu Lu pressed down on her shoulders, her movements gentle yet carrying the composure of an empress:

"It's too late to go into the boys' tents. You'll see them tomorrow."

Di Lingxi pouted and hummed twice, somewhat unwillingly.

Not far from them, Xue Qingyao and Bing Hanyue sat side by side.

Xue Qingyao wore a pure white gauze nightgown, her long hair reaching the ground, her temperament aloof and untouched by worldly affairs.

Bing Hanyue wore a bright green strapless top and short skirt, her slender legs dangling in mid-air. The two communicated using the special mental fluctuations of the Far North, occasionally glancing at Di Lingxi with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.

The innermost part of the tent is the territory of the senior students from the Inner Academy.

Ma Xiaotao stretched out a big yawn.

She wore only a fiery red silk slip dress, the fabric clinging tightly to her body, emphasizing her incredibly sexy and alluring curves, making them almost burst out.

Xixi, wearing a black sports vest, was stretching.

Ling Luochen was wearing a light blue spaghetti strap nightgown, sitting with her knees bent and her chin resting on her knees.

"Luo Chen, you played very well on the field today."

Ma Xiaotao rested her chin on her hand, her tone slightly teasing, "What, you've really taken a liking to Huabin?"

Ling Luochen raised his head. "I have Ice Element Martial Soul, and he has the Ultimate Ice. Isn't that reasonable?"

"It makes sense." Ma Xiaotao leaned closer, picking up a strand of Ling Luochen's hair with her finger, "But the way you look at him, it's not all about his Martial Soul Evolution."

Ling Luochen met his gaze frankly. "He is indeed very outstanding. In every aspect."

"Wow, the iceberg in our Inner Academy is really melting." Wu Ming chimed in from the side.

The Golden Crow Saintess was also dressed lightly, in a crimson gold halter-neck tank top and extremely short hot pants.

She sat cross-legged casually and patted her thigh:

"But to be fair, this kid is really strange. He was defeated by a Soul Ancestor, and he was surrounded by so many women."

Han Ruoruo, dressed in a pale gold silk robe, was reading a book. Hearing Wu Ming's complaint, she chuckled softly.

"Who told you to underestimate your opponent? The person Mu En values is no ordinary character."

Zhang Lexuan sat on the innermost cushion.

She took off the elegant white robe she wore during the day and put on a pure white camisole loungewear.

Her long hair was casually tied back, revealing her slender, fair Swan neck.

The usual aloofness she usually exuded was largely gone, replaced by the gentle charm of a mature woman in her twenties.

Listening to the chattering discussion inside the tent, Zhang Lexuan shook her head, just about to tell everyone to get some rest.

Just then, a clear male voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Is Grandmaster there? This is Dai Huabin, I have something urgent to discuss."

The sounds inside the tent stopped for a second.

Zhang Lexuan was already mentally reviewing the route they would take into the mountains the next day. Upon hearing the words "important matter," her instinct as the team leader kicked in without thinking, and she blurted out:

Come in.

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy tent flap was suddenly flung open.

Dai Huabin strode in, holding the brown paper bag in his hand.

"Grandmaster, this was just given to us by White Tiger Duke..."

Dai Huabin's words caught in his throat.

He froze on the spot.

The temperature inside the tent seemed to be more than ten degrees higher than outside. The air was filled with various high-end shower gels and the unique body fragrance of girls, all mixed together and hitting you right in the Celestial Spirit Academy.

That's not the point.

The focus is on the scene before your eyes.

A dozen or so stunningly beautiful women.

Tank tops, strapless tops, hot pants, silk nightgowns.

Her shoulders were completely white, her legs were dazzlingly long, her cleavage was deep, and her waist was faintly visible.

The visual impact was comparable to Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill coming straight at you.

Dai Huabin's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and his blood flowed faster instantly.

He's a normal man, and a top-tier Power Attack System Soul Master at level fifty-something, full of vigor and vitality. Who could withstand that?

The tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.