A Troubled Heart

Wang Xun gently pressed his palm on Soi Fon's leg, attempting to guide the flow of her Reiatsu with his Reiryoku.

At this moment, Soi Fon could clearly feel the outline and heat of Wang Xun's palm.

You can also see his profile up close, and the focused and serious look in his eyes.

All this sensory information rushed in at once, causing a slight, uncontrollable shiver to run through the skin beneath her training clothes.

Soi Fon opened her mouth, only to find it a little dry.

The next moment, Wang Xun withdrew his hand, took a half step back, and stroked his chin in thought.

"It really is a problem with how Reiatsu works. The initial flow was too sluggish, which prevented the later burst of power from taking off."

Seeing that Wang Xun was completely absorbed in his own thoughts, Soi Fon quietly took a deep breath.

Her fingers unconsciously curled and relaxed, and her chest rose and fell slightly with her heartbeat beneath her training clothes.

"... What do you think, Soi Fon?"

After Wang Xun finished explaining his thoughts, he looked up at her.

"Hmm? Ah... yes."

Soi Fon quickly adjusted her expression, trying her best to make her voice sound normal.

"That makes a lot of sense, let's give it another try."

In the subsequent practice sessions, similar close-contact scenarios occurred several more times.

In order to see a subtle change in Reiatsu, Wang Xun would get very close to study it.

To feel the transmission of force, I would reach out and lightly press on her wrist, waist, or even the shoulder blades on her back.

To verify an idea, he would have Soi Fon repeat a certain action while he observed her from almost every angle.

With each touch, each close approach, Wang Xun remained focused, his eyes as clear as if he were observing a precision instrument.

Soi Fon, on the other hand, experiences a subtle and ongoing psychological tug-of-war in these interactions.

Outside of battle, this was the first time Soi Fon had been repeatedly brought into such close contact with a member of the opposite sex.

The initial stiffness and embarrassment gradually mixed with a complex, strange feeling that even she herself was unwilling to delve into.

Wang Xun did indeed demonstrate great focus, and the issues he pointed out were genuinely helpful, which is why she has been able to persevere and endure until now.

But strangely, his oblivious demeanor inexplicably annoyed her.

As training and contact deepened, in order not to be distracted by Wang Xun's actions, she began to subconsciously shift her attention and observe some insignificant details.

For example, the curve of his lips when he speaks, the unconscious twitching of his fingertips when he thinks, the trail of sweat sliding down his temples and disappearing into his collar...

"Wait a minute."

Soi Fon finally couldn't help but speak up, her voice a few decibels higher than usual.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Xun looked up in surprise.

Soi Fon turned around, her cheeks flushed as if from exercise, and her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"I... I'm a little tired, I need to rest for a bit."

Hearing Soi Fon's words, Wang Xun was somewhat puzzled.

Tired so quickly?

That's not much endurance either.

Before Wang Xun react, Soi Fon quickly walked to the sidelines, picked up her water bottle, and drank the water.

Her neck was white and slender, and her throat rose and fell gently with each swallow.

He seemed to have drunk too much; a few drops of water spilled from the corner of his mouth, slid down his chin, and followed the curve of his neck down into the shadows hidden by the collar of his training uniform.

Wang Xun also came over to get some water, his gaze sweeping over her sweat-dampened temples and slightly swaying shoulders.

His attention then turned to the fragment he had just picked up.

[Spiritual Might Level Increased↑]

[Spiritual Might: Rank 7 (Experience: 20/12000)]

His Spiritual Might level has finally broken through to the seventh level.

"So, was the suggestion I gave you helpful?"

Upon hearing Wang Xun's voice, Soi Fon put down the kettle and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

"You're right about some things; there are indeed ways in which Reiryoku can be improved."

After a pause, Soi Fon seemed to have thought of something and added in a low voice.

"Yeah, you were a little... too close. Next time you're observing, you don't need to stand so close."

"Um?"

Wang Xun was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

"Oh, sorry, I got too absorbed in it."

"There are subtle changes in the Reiryoku, but the details cannot be observed without close proximity."

Wang Xun spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his eyes still clear, as if they were discussing a technical issue.

Seeing him like this, Soi Fon suddenly felt a lump in her throat, unable to breathe.

You'd better really be doing this for observation.

Then, Soi Fon turned her face away and said in a muffled voice.

"It's best if you know it yourself."

Seeing Soi Fon's awkward manner, Wang Xun nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."

After a short break, training continued.

Perhaps the rest earlier had relaxed Soi Fon a bit, or perhaps her body was gradually getting used to this close contact.

In the subsequent interactions, although her heart rate still fluctuated at times, she was able to control her emotions better.

After considering Wang Xun's many suggestions, it was Wang Xun who suggested that the two of them test the adjustments they had made in actual combat.

As their fists clashed, fragments of Hakuda and Kidō fell continuously.

After a high-intensity, continuous exchange of attacks, the two separated again, slightly out of breath.

Soi Fon's training uniform was soaked with sweat and clung to her body.

Her chest rose and fell noticeably with her breathing, and a few strands of wet hair clung to her cheeks and neck.

She raised her hand to brush her hair back and wipe the sweat from her forehead.

It must be said that after Wang Xun's analysis, she did feel an improvement in the smoothness of the Reiatsu circulation in her limbs.

This guy's words actually worked.

At that moment, Soi Fon met Wang Xun's calm gaze.

Soi Fon felt that the chaotic emotions in her heart had suddenly calmed down a lot.

She let out a soft breath and glanced at the night sky.

"It's getting late, let's call it a day."

Wang Xun nodded upon hearing this, then seemed to remember something.

"How are you feeling? Have you gained any new insights or improved in any other areas?"

"Not bad, there are indeed some cases where your suggestions were effective."

"That's good."

Soi Fon nodded, turned and walked toward the exit, her steps seemingly steady, but her fingertips unconsciously scratching her palm.

"By the way, Soi Fon, when is the next practice session?"

Upon hearing Wang Xun's voice, Soi Fon paused for a moment but did not turn around.

Tomorrow, at the same time, in the same place.

Wang Xun was taken aback upon hearing the voice.

"Good."

Hearing Wang Xun's reply behind her, Soi Fon opened the door to the training ground and stepped into the dimly lit corridor.

Only after the door closed behind her, cutting off that person's breath and voice, did she gently exhale a hot breath in the cold corridor.

Soi Fon recalled her encounter with Wang Xun just now, and felt her mind become even more chaotic.

Soi Fon raised her hand to touch her cheek, closed her Soi Fon, and opened them again a few seconds later, the annoyance and confusion in her eyes gone.

She straightened her slightly disheveled collar and hair, straightened her back, regained her usual aloof demeanor, and strode away.