Gemini Star Dragon, 390,000-Year Spirit Ring, Developed Nicely

She bit her lip, her heart a battlefield.

Her innate pride made her resist, yet the craving for power stirred within her.

Finally, she compromised, but her words remained sharp.

"Hmph! This young lady will give you face and reluctantly agree, but don't think..."

[Ding! Successfully accepted Bai Chenxiang as a disciple, obtained Martial Soul: Gemini Star Dragon!]

The moment the system notification sounded, Bai Chenxiang's body trembled violently.

Before she could finish speaking, she froze, her pupils contracting sharply.

A majestic power erupted from within her, and her limbs felt as if electricity coursed through them.

Her delicate body beneath the purple dress trembled uncontrollably, her twin ponytails even standing on end.

"Mmm... What is this..."

She let out a muffled groan, her eyes wide open, her small mouth forming an "O" shape.

On the palm of her left hand, a ball of purple light condensed, transforming into a miniature dragon silhouette.

On the palm of her right hand, a similar ball of green light shone, another dragon silhouette coiled.

The twin dragons roared, echoing each other, powerful soul power fluctuations rippling outwards.

Bai Chenxiang was stunned, her mind a complete blank.

"Twin... Twin Martial Souls?"

She murmured, her voice trembling.

She had only heard of it in legends before, and now it was happening to her!

She looked down, gazing blankly at her hands, the dragon silhouettes on her palms pulsing, giving her a sense of power she had never felt before.

"This... This is my second Martial Soul!"

She suddenly looked up at Yu Xiaolong, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was shock, elation, and a hint of an indescribable flutter.

Who exactly was this man?

She had just agreed to become his disciple, and he had already bestowed upon her an immense fortune.

"Just by becoming his disciple... he gives me this?"

Bai Chenxiang's heart was in turmoil.

She looked at Yu Xiaolong again, and his indifferent face suddenly seemed less detestable.

"Hmph! You know what's good for you, this young lady... this young lady owes you one!"

She turned her face away, her voice still proud, but the tips of her ears had quietly turned red.

A small opening had appeared in her purple dress from the surge of soul power, her collar slightly ajar.

She was completely unaware, lost in the ecstasy of obtaining her second Martial Soul.

A gentle breeze brushed past, revealing a sliver of her fair and delicate collarbone through the gap in her neckline.

Faintly, one could glimpse, through that opening, the nascent yet already well-formed fullness of the young girl.

Though not a tumultuous expanse, it possessed a captivating perkiness, like a ripe peach, exuding alluring vitality.

Her two slender legs were pressed together perfectly beneath her skirt, her calves smooth and free of any excess flesh.

Her hips were slightly raised, and even through the purple fabric, the rounded, perky outline was discernible.

As she excitedly spun around, her skirt billowed, and that pert area swayed gently, full of elasticity.

"Stinky old man, you're definitely biased!"

Huo Wu followed, catching sight of the scene just as she arrived, and pouted.

She also noticed Bai Chenxiang's slightly open collar, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

This girl was so careless, she didn't even realize she was exposed.

Huo Wu's gaze swept over Bai Chenxiang, her mind making an assessment.

Her chest wasn't large, but the shape was beautiful, like a slightly bigger peach, its appeal enhanced by her youth and perkiness.

Her waist was slender, her legs long, a standard beauty in the making.

It was just that proud personality, tsk.

She crossed her arms, leaning against a tree trunk, deliberately not reminding Bai Chenxiang.

She wanted to see how long it would take for this proud little peacock to notice her accidental exposure.

Suddenly, Huo Wu's attention was drawn to the twin dragon Martial Souls in Bai Chenxiang's palms.

She looked at Yu Xiaolong, a flicker of brilliance in the depths of her eyes.

This man was like a bottomless pit, always surprising her.

Just as the two women's thoughts diverged, a system prompt sounded in Yu Xiaolong's ear again.

[Ding! Successfully accepted the third disciple, rewarded with a Soul Ring: Ultimate Winged God Dragon!]

Three halos suddenly lit up beneath his feet.

Red! Red! Red!

Three hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings manifested simultaneously, their terrifying pressure spreading like a tangible substance.

The air solidified, and soul beasts within a hundred-meter radius fled in hysterics.

Huo Wu and Bai Chenxiang froze simultaneously, forgetting to even breathe.

"Three... hundred-thousand-year..."

Huo Wu's voice was dry, her beautiful eyes widened to their maximum.

Her own talent was peerless, yet her third Soul Ring was only a thousand years, and she had already been smug.

But this man before her had three hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings!

Was this a height attainable by humans?

Bai Chenxiang's entire body went soft, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

She finally understood how ridiculous she had been just now.

She had even called herself a genius and looked down on him.

But in reality?

She wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"His third Soul Ring, such powerful dragon might..."

Bai Chenxiang managed to stand steadily, her pretty face deathly pale, as she looked at the third Soul Ring beneath Yu Xiaolong's feet.

The Soul Ring was purple-red, with a phantom of a winged dragon circling it, emitting an aura far surpassing the other two.

She couldn't sense its specific age, but her intuition told her that this Soul Ring was terrifying to the extreme.

And the entire Star Dou Great Forest trembled at this Soul Ring at this moment.

Soul beasts prostrated themselves, birds took flight in panic, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Only Yu Xiaolong himself knew the age of this Ultimate Winged God Dragon Soul Ring.

Third Soul Ring, Age: Three hundred ninety thousand years!

Like the second Soul Ring, it was at the terrifying level of nearly four hundred thousand years.

At the same time.

His Soul Power Level directly increased by 8 levels.

He smoothly reached level 62, a Battle Soul Emperor!

He raised his eyes and looked at the two women.

Huo Wu was stubborn but soft-hearted; her words were defiant, but her eyes betrayed her shock.

Her full chest heaved violently, her red battle suit taut, outlining breathtaking curves.

As she walked, her full breasts swayed slightly, like ripe peaches, heavy and inviting.

At this moment, her red lips parted slightly, wanting to utter some harsh words, but she couldn't utter a single one.

Bai Chenxiang bit her lip, and small pearls finally rolled down.

Not from grievance, but from the powerlessness after being utterly defeated.

But soon, she stubbornly wiped away her tears and looked up at Yu Xiaolong.

"You are indeed very strong, but this young lady will definitely catch up to you one day!"

Her voice still carried a sob, but her eyes burned with an unyielding flame.

Yu Xiaolong's lips curved slightly; this little peacock truly had some backbone.

He retracted his Soul Rings, and the pressure receded like a tide.

The forest returned to silence, but the hearts of the two women had been churned upside down.

Bai Chenxiang lowered her head to adjust her purple skirt and suddenly realized her collar was slightly open.

She let out a startled cry and frantically covered her chest, her face instantly turning crimson.

"You! Did you see just now!"

She glared at Yu Xiaolong, filled with shame and indignation.

"See what?"

Yu Xiaolong's expression was indifferent, his eyes like a still ancient well.

"You..."

Bai Chenxiang was choked with anger, but she didn't dare to truly lash out, so she could only stomp her foot hatefully.

With a stomp of her foot, her skirt billowed, revealing those long, slender, fair legs once more.

Her thighs were firm, her calves smooth, her ankles delicate—a perfect specimen for a lifetime of leg admiration.

Huo Wu let out a scoff, walking over and deliberately pressing close to Bai Chenxiang.

"Little girl, you've got a good figure, quite well-developed."

As she spoke, her full chest nearly brushed against Bai Chenxiang's arm.

Bai Chenxiang flinched away as if shocked, her face turning even redder, like a ripe shrimp.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting! This young lady... this young lady hasn't!"