Special Training Plan! Starting with Zhu Zhuqing!

News of the team's formation spread through the academy like a winged storm, sweeping across the entire campus within half a day!

"Did you hear? Those four new students actually formed some team called the 'God of Love Team'!"

"Pfft! A four-person team? Are they playing house?"

"What an absolute joke! They can't even scrape together enough substitutes, yet they dare dream of keeping their team slot? At the preliminary assessment a month from now, let's see how the Academic Affairs Office throws them out on their asses!"

Inside the Imperial Fighting Team's training room, the members were even more disdainful upon hearing the news.

Yu Feng, the Wind Chime Bird, leaned against the window and snorted mockingly.

"God of Love Team? They're just attention-seekers! On assessment day, let's see how the upperclassmen beat them back into their true forms!"

Osler stood with his arms folded, repeatedly letting out strange laughs in agreement.

Only the two stunning girls seated in the corner rest area showed the slightest reaction upon hearing the words "God of Love."

A strange glimmer flashed through Ye Lingling's clear, snow-water-like eyes. Dressed in a long black gown, she subconsciously clenched the black gauze in her palm.

Meanwhile, the alluring yet icy Dugu Yan gently toyed with the hair by her ear, gazing thoughtfully out the window as her red lips curled upward.

God of Love Team... That name is rather special...

That evening, in the private courtyard where the four lived.

A breeze swept through the bamboo grove, making it rustle softly.

Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a fitted black training outfit, walked gracefully into the main hall. Her long dark hair was tied neatly into a high ponytail.

The girl's ample chest rose and fell, her waist was slender enough to grasp in one hand, and her long, shapely legs were outlined beneath the black combat attire in breathtakingly perfect curves.

Zhu Zhuqing approached Ning Ze, who was leisurely drinking tea.

"Ning Ze, there isn't much left of the one-month assessment period."

"While our strength will greatly improve under the God of Love's enhancement, what if you aren't by our side someday..."

Zhu Zhuqing lightly pursed her lips, lowering her voice with a trace of pleading.

"So... I want to ask you to set aside time every day this month to give Xiao Wu and me one-on-one practical close-combat instruction in turns."

At once, Xiao Wu's two fluffy rabbit ears shot upright. She hurriedly raised her little pink fist and chimed in indistinctly.

"That's right, that's right! Brother Ning Ze is so skilled. If he teaches us hands-on, Zhuqing and I will definitely improve fast!"

But as soon as the two girls finished speaking, Ning Rongrong's little mouth immediately pouted. She slammed the silver fork in her hand down and cried out sourly.

"Wait! Why are only you two getting lessons?! I'm also a member of the God of Love Team, okay?! You're playing favorites!"

Miss Ning planted her hands on her hips and glared at Zhu Zhuqing indignantly.

"If you monopolize Ning Ze for training every day, what am I supposed to do? Serve you tea from the side while watching you make eyes at each other? No way! I want lessons too!"

Faced with Ning Rongrong's expected burst of jealousy, Zhu Zhuqing unusually did not respond with a cold expression.

After spending this time together, Zhu Zhuqing had long figured out that this proud young lady responded better to gentleness than force.

The corner of Zhu Zhuqing's lips lifted as she teased her.

"If little sister Rongrong also wants to train with us, then of course I welcome it with open arms."

"However... close-combat training has extremely high demands. Bumps and bruises, falls and tumbles are unavoidable."

"You're a support-system Soul Master with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Could it be that... you also intend to learn the close-range grappling and killing techniques we agility attack-system Soul Masters use?"

"I..."

Ning Rongrong was thoroughly choked up by those words.

At the thought of being thrown to the ground until her nose was bruised and her body covered in welts, the pampered Miss Ning immediately shivered.

But she was even less willing to watch Ning Ze be handed over to those two thieving cats!

Ning Rongrong's eyes spun, and she immediately lifted her chin, crossed her arms, and snorted.

"Hmph! I suppose what you said makes a tiny bit of sense! This young lady has a precious body. I'm not going to roll around in the mud like you!"

Then her tone abruptly changed. Ning Rongrong threw herself to Ning Ze's side, tightly wrapped herself around his arm, and declared domineeringly.

"But the rules have to change! During the day, this young lady will generously allow Ning Ze to teach you close-combat fighting!"

"But as compensation—during the Love God Dual Cultivation Meditation every night, Ning Ze must accompany me first! You two can forget about fighting me for first place! Do you hear me?!"

Seeing Miss Ning's furious yet reluctantly compromising appearance, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and could not help laughing.

"Fine, it's a deal." Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, her eyes smiling.

"Besides, we already set the rule on the road. Everyone takes turns, so we definitely won't let you lose out."

"Yay! Settled!"

Only then did Ning Rongrong release Ning Ze's arm. She smugly waved her little pink fist at Zhu Zhuqing.

Ning Ze set down his teacup, watching the subtle balance and tacit understanding among the girls, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, his Love God Martial Soul also needed to continuously increase their favorability in order to improve his Soul Rings and Soul Power.

"Since it's settled, Zhuqing, we'll start with you tonight."

"Mm!" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered, and for no reason at all, her heart seemed to miss a beat.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, private martial training chamber in the rear mountains.

To avoid outside disturbances, Ning Ze had specifically spent money to rent a high-grade mimetic training room.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the middle of the training ground, lightly loosening her slender, flexible ankles.

The girl took a deep breath, and her expression returned to its usual cold focus.

"Ning Ze, the Hell Spirit Cat prioritizes speed and explosive thrusts. But once I encounter a strength-type opponent who locks me down at close range, my weakness in strength gets infinitely magnified, and I easily fall into a passive position..."

"The essence of an agility attack-system Soul Master isn't brute force. It's using the opponent's center of gravity and momentum, turning your own flexibility and agility into blades."

Ning Ze stood with his hands behind his back.

"Come, Zhuqing. Don't use your Soul Skills or Martial Soul. Rely only on hand-to-hand combat techniques and attack my lower body and throat. Let me see your usual habits when attacking."

"Fine! Be careful!"

Zhu Zhuqing gave a clear cry. Her toes lightly tapped the Snow Silkworm Silk mat, and her entire body became like a nimble phantom of the night, silently tearing through the air!

Whoosh!

The wind from her palm howled. The instant Zhu Zhuqing closed to within a meter of Ning Ze, her delicate body abruptly twisted into an astonishing side flip!

Her fair jade hand became a sharp blade, slashing toward Ning Ze's throat from a tricky angle, while her long leg swept at his knees with fierce force!

High strike, low attack—ruthless and vicious!

Yet in the face of the cat girl's storm-like ambush, Ning Ze did not retreat even half a step.

"Your flaw is at the waist. Your footing was unsteady."

Ning Ze's warm voice sounded softly beside Zhu Zhuqing's ear.

Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, Ning Ze's figure swayed slightly like an invisible wisp of smoke, impossibly sliding past the side of her palm strike!

The next instant, Ning Ze casually reached forward with his right hand and accurately pressed it against Zhu Zhuqing's slender, willow-like waist.

"Mm..."

That fatal sensitive point at her waist was touched by his warm palm, and a strange, tingling current instantly exploded up Zhu Zhuqing's spine!

The cat girl's delicate body shuddered violently, and more than half the fierce force she had gathered dissipated in an instant!

Yet before she could withdraw her move, Zhu Zhuqing's forward momentum completely threw her off balance. With a startled cry, she fell straight toward the ground!

"Careful."

Ning Ze chuckled. His extended right hand pulled smoothly, while his left arm swept out and firmly caught Zhu Zhuqing's astonishingly curvaceous waist, drawing the falling girl into his arms!

Whoosh—

Warm, soft fragrance filled his embrace.

Still shaken, Zhu Zhuqing raised her pretty face, and her whole body collided with Ning Ze's broad, solid chest!

Through their thin training clothes, those astonishing curves pressed firmly, completely against Ning Ze's chest!

The startling sensation and recoil made both their bodies stiffen slightly at once.

For that instant, it felt as if all the air had been sucked away!