The crimson Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring emitted a dazzling halo, illuminating the entire outdoor training ground in a crimson glow.
The entire room fell silent.
Standing behind the Ice Wall, Snow Empress watched the nine Spirit Ring surrounding Qin Feng and did not make any further moves.
She slowly lowered her raised hand, and the indestructible Ice Wall instantly transformed into countless ice-blue specks of light, dissipating into the air.
The temperature on the training field began to rise, and the frost on the ground gradually melted away.
"You've been hiding your true strength."
Snow Empress looked at Qin Feng and spoke.
With a thought, Qin Feng's nine Spirit Ring beneath his feet transformed into specks of light and returned to his body, and the oppressive aura that had been enough to intimidate the entire arena vanished without a trace.
"You just said I should make the first move. If I don't show you my true skills, wouldn't that be disrespectful to you?"
Qin Feng chuckled and patted the dust off his hands.
Snow Empress took two steps forward and stopped less than a meter away from Qin Feng.
She looked Qin Feng up and down.
"You are indeed very strong. Given time, you will surely stand at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent."
Snow Empress stated a fact in a calm tone.
"We're not enemies, why do we have to compete and determine who's better?"
Qin Feng moved closer, raised his hand, and very naturally flicked a snowflake that remained on Snow Empress's shoulder.
"Next time we spar, if you lose, you have to promise to do something for me."
Snow Empress looked at Qin Feng's face, which was so close to hers, and did not avoid his movements.
"What's up?"
"For example, bringing me tea or water."
Qin Feng laughed.
Snow Empress glanced at him, did not answer, and turned to walk towards the edge of the training field.
At this moment, Bibi Dong, who was standing on the sidelines, had recovered from her extreme shock.
Titled Douluo!
He even possesses Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Bibi Dong's fingers, gripping the scepter, turned slightly white. She glanced at the three education committee members sitting on the ground beside her, equally shocked, and then strode towards Qin Feng in the center of the arena.
" The Heaven Dou Royal Academy is indeed a place where hidden talents abound."
Bibi Dong's voice resounded throughout the hall; she wore a purple-gold Pope's Robe, her posture dignified and noble.
Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong, who had walked up to him.
" Your His Holiness the Pope too kind."
Qin Feng stood still, nodded slightly, and did not perform a grand salute.
Bai Baoshan had just gotten up from the ground and wanted to remind Qin Feng to be polite, but then he thought that Qin Feng was now a genuine Titled Douluo, and even if he faced the Pope, he had the right not to kneel. So he swallowed his words.
Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Qin Feng's face, and the two locked eyes.
Looking at Qin Feng's young and handsome face, Bibi Dong instantly recalled the words from her diary.
The allure of a married woman... pressed to the ground...
Bibi Dong's breathing became erratic for a moment.
She forced herself to remain calm and maintain her Pope dignity, and began to speak:
"You've already reached the Titled Douluo realm at such a young age; you're truly a rare genius on the continent. The Spirit Hall needs someone like you. Are you interested in coming to Spirit City?"
Qin Feng took half a step forward, directly closing the distance between himself and Bibi Dong.
" Spirit City is too far away. I'm used to being lazy, so I still feel more comfortable in Heaven Dou City."
Qin Feng looked into Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Besides," he said, " His Holiness the Pope extremely busy. If I were to go to Spirit City, would His Holiness have the time to personally guide me?"
Bibi Dong sensed the teasing in Qin Feng's words.
This kid clearly wrote so many lewd thoughts in his diary, and now, in front of so many people, he still dares to test me!
" The Spirit Hall has many elders; if you are willing to come, you will naturally receive the best resources."
Bibi Dong responded calmly.
"Then forget it. I just want His Holiness the Pope personally guide me." Qin Feng shrugged.
Bibi Dong shifted her gaze, no longer looking into Qin Feng's eyes:
"This matter will be discussed later."
With a slight thought, Qin Feng opened the black Diary in his mind.
[That Bibi Dong is quite the actress; the way she looked at me just now was clearly unnatural.]
[However, up close, the Pope's Robe really accentuated her figure, especially her waistline, which looked so slender; I wonder if it would feel as soft to the touch as it did in appearance.]
[If I could touch the Pope's waist while she's instructing me in my cultivation, then going to the Spirit Hall wouldn't be a bad idea.]
Bibi Dong, who had just turned around to leave, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
A distinct blush instantly spread across her cheeks, even tinging her fair neck with pink.
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to turn around and smash the scepter over Qin Feng's head, and quickened her pace to leave.
Qian Renxue, who was not far behind Bibi Dong, watched Bibi Dong walk away with a blush on her face, and sneered inwardly.
"Shameless old woman, she's gotten horny from reading men's diaries!"
Qian Renxue cursed inwardly.
Qin Feng watched Bibi Dong's slightly flustered back and felt a surge of secret pleasure.
" Qin Feng!"
Dugu Yan rushed over from the sidelines, grabbed Qin Feng's arm, and pressed her full breasts tightly against his arm.
"You were so cool just now! Nine Spirit Ring! You even kept it from me!"
Dugu Yan looked up, her eyes filled with undisguised adoration. She shook Qin Feng's arm vigorously, as if she wanted to cling to him.
Qin Feng then pinched Dugu Yan's cheek:
"If I tell you in advance, what kind of surprise is there?"
Ye Lingling also walked over quickly, holding a clean towel in her hand. She stood up in front of Qin Feng, tiptoed, and gently wiped away the non-existent sweat from Qin Feng forehead.
"That oppressive force was so strong just now, did you feel any discomfort anywhere?"
Ye Lingling's voice was very soft, and her watery eyes were full of concern.
"What could possibly happen to me?"
Qin Feng reached out and put his arm around Ye Lingling's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.
On his left was the fiery and passionate Dugu Yan, and on his right was the gentle and graceful Ye Lingling. The distinctly different fragrances emanating from the two girls lingered around his nose, and Qin Feng felt that life as Titled Douluo was indeed comfortable.
"My grandfather was watching from the back hill just now."
Dugu Yan leaned against Qin Feng and looked up at him.
"With those nine Spirit Ring of yours, the old man is probably hiding in a tree right now, questioning his existence."
Qin Feng glanced in the direction of the back mountain and naturally knew that Dugu Bo was there.
"Let's go back to the dorm and rest for a while."
Qin Feng patted Dugu Yan's waist and led the two girls towards the dormitory area.
Back to Qin Feng's private dormitory.
As soon as I opened the door, a refreshing aroma of tea wafted towards me.
Ah Yin, dressed in a semi-transparent green gauze dress, was kneeling beside the tea table brewing tea. Upon seeing Qin Feng return, she immediately put down the tea set in her hands and stood up to greet him.
"Master is back."
Ah Yin walked up to Qin Feng and naturally took off his outer robe, hanging it on a clothes rack to the side.
Qin Feng walked to the large leather sofa, sat down, leaned back, and stretched.
Ah Yin carried a freshly brewed cup of hot tea to the sofa, knelt down beside Qin Feng's legs, and brought the tea to his lips.
"Master, have some tea."
Qin Feng took a sip from Ah Yin's hand, then patted his thigh.
Ah Yin immediately understood. She put down her teacup, leaned forward, and placed Qin Feng's legs on her thighs. Then, she stretched out her fair and delicate hands and began to massage Qin Feng's calf muscles.
Dugu Yan sat down next to Qin Feng on the sofa. She picked up a peeled grape from the fruit plate on the table and fed it directly to Qin Feng's lips.
"Ah--"
Dugu Yan drawled out her voice, as if coaxing a child.
Qin Feng opened his mouth and bit into a grape, his lips inadvertently brushing against Dugu Yan's fingers.
Dugu Yan didn't dodge; instead, she casually brushed her finger across Qin Feng's lips, her eyes filled with a seductive, alluring gaze.
Ye Lingling didn't rush to take a seat. She silently walked behind the sofa, put her hands on Qin Feng's temples, and gently massaged his head by circling her fingertips.
The room was quiet, with only the faint friction sounds of Ah Yin massaging the patient.
" Ah Yin, your skills are getting better and better."
Qin Feng felt the force coming from his leg and praised it.
Ah Yin raised her head and smiled sweetly at Qin Feng: "As long as Master likes it, Ah Yin will massage Master every day."
"Just massaging your legs isn't enough." Dugu Yan whispered in Qin Feng's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, " Qin Feng, I can massage you too. I learned a few acupoint-finding techniques from Lingling, and they're very accurate."
As she spoke, Dugu Yan placed her hands directly on Qin Feng's waist and gave it a couple of light squeezes.
Qin Feng grabbed Dugu Yan's hand and pulled her into his arms.
Dugu Yan exclaimed in surprise and straddled Qin Feng's lap, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're not identifying acupoints, you're setting fires."
Qin Feng looked at Dugu Yan, who was so close to him, and his hand naturally landed on her slender and soft waist.
Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed. Instead of struggling, she pressed herself closer to Qin Feng, resting her chin on his shoulder, and whispered, "Do you want to put out the fire?"
Ye Lingling, standing behind the sofa, blushed instantly to the roots of her ears upon seeing this scene.
She kept her head down, but her hands didn't stop moving; she just applied a little more pressure to the massage.
Qin Feng opened the diary's Message Board interface.
[This is the kind of life people should be living now.]
[ Ah Yin knelt on the ground massaging my legs; the neckline of her green gauze dress was just right, revealing everything. Lingling was behind me, rubbing my head with her soft little hands.]
[The worst part was Yanyan; she straddled my lap, her waist so limp it was like she had no bones, and whispered things in my ear that were hard to resist.]
[If this were any other man, he probably would have been overwhelmed by this display of strength.]
I'm really curious, what is that high and mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall doing right now?
Are you still thinking about me touching her waist earlier?
To be honest, if His Pope could sit on my lap like Yanyan and feed me grapes, the scene would be far more exciting than it is now.
The diary entry had just been updated when the Message Board exploded with discussion.
[ Poison Fairy ]: Qin Feng is right in my arms!
His hand is on my waist right now!
[ The Fox Is Most Pure ]: Dugu Yan, you shameless bastard! Get off my master's lap right now!
[ Little Witch ]: Qin Feng, you're being unfair! When are you going to come play with me? The grapes from our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are much sweeter than those from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy! Come on, I'll feed you some!
[ My Cat Is White and Big ]: Come see me tonight. I've learned a new massage technique that I guarantee will be more comfortable than Dugu Yan's.
[ I Have No Mother ]: I'm standing right next to the Pope right now. She just glanced at the diary, her face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and she's making an excuse to get some fresh air. She's definitely fantasizing about feeding Qin Feng grapes!
[ Your Pope ]: Shut up! Who's fantasizing!
[ Poison Fairy ]: Oh dear, His Pope is getting anxious. It's a pity you can see him but can't touch him; Qin Feng is currently surrounded by the three of us.
[ The Bunny Is Cutest ]: Brother Qin Feng, Xiao Wu wants to massage your legs too...
[ My Son Is Not A Bastard ]: The master is very comfortable now, everyone please don't make noise and disturb the master's rest.
"What are you laughing at?" Dugu Yan sat on Qin Feng's lap and poked his chest.
"It's nothing." Qin Feng's hand followed Dugu Yan's waistline downwards, stopping at that astonishing curve.
Dugu Yan's body trembled slightly, and her eyes became completely glazed over.
She leaned over and kissed Qin Feng on the cheek.
" Qin Feng." Dugu Yan's voice was soft and gentle.
Ah Yin, who was kneeling beside my legs, raised her head and whispered a reminder:
" Yanyan, Master has just finished a fight and needs to rest. Don't weigh him down."
Dugu Yan turned her head and glared at Ah Yin with annoyance:
"What do you know? I'm just helping him relax. Besides, he's probably happy that I'm putting pressure on him, isn't Qin Feng?"
Qin Feng chuckled and slapped Dugu Yan's pert spot, "Alright, stop fooling around. The sofa's too crowded. Let's go to the inner room."
Dugu Yan immediately stood up from Qin Feng's lap, grabbed his hand, and walked towards the bedroom.
"Let me help you undress."
Dugu Yan was very proactive.
Ye Lingling picked up the cold tea from the table, her face flushed, and followed behind, saying, "I'll go get a basin of hot water and soak your feet in it later."
Ah Yin picked up a delicate little porcelain bottle from the coffee table. "Master, I'll get you some essential oil for a back massage."
Qin Feng followed Dugu Yan into the bedroom.
The bedroom had a very large bed covered with soft silk sheets.
Qin Feng sat down directly on the edge of the bed, Dugu Yan knelt in front of him, skillfully unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his clothes one by one, leaving him with only a pair of loose trousers.
Qin Feng's strong and well-proportioned upper body was exposed to the air, with perfectly defined muscles.
Dugu Yan looked at Qin Feng's chest, swallowed hard, and reached out to touch it twice. "Really solid."
Qin Feng rolled over and lay face down on the large bed.
Ah Yin walked over with the essential oil bottle. She knelt down by the bed and poured a few drops of the fragrant oil into her palm. She rubbed her hands together a few times to melt the oil with the warmth of her palms, and then placed her hands on Qin Feng's broad back.
Ah Yin's technique was extremely professional; she pushed from the shoulders all the way down to the waist with even and penetrating force.
"Master, is this pressure alright?" Ah Yin asked softly.
"Perfect." Qin Feng closed his eyes and let out a comfortable sigh.