Chapter 82: Refining Soul Skills, Ning Rongrong's Change
After giving Ning Rongrong his promise, Qi Tian spent the rest of the day immersed in studying and cultivation.
Ning Rongrong's martial soul talent wasn't bad at all—her cultivation speed was decent. Naturally, Qi Tian wouldn't waste the soul power she had accumulated.
Around midnight, Qi Tian suddenly opened his eyes—his divided soul had returned to his main body.
In his arms, Zhu Zhuqing shifted in her sleep, snuggling deeper into his embrace. Her soft, petite figure pressed tightly against him like a gentle, obedient kitten.
Qi Tian felt the faint brush of her movements and instantly lost all sleepiness.
"Sigh… the vitality of my Body Martial Soul is just too strong."
Zhu Zhuqing had no idea how dangerous her unconscious actions were.
But she was still too young. Qi Tian forcefully suppressed the impulse to "devour" her right away.
He shifted his focus, released the Blue Silver Domain, and began controlling the Blue Silver Grass outside the room—continuing to train his Heart Separation Control technique.
His goal was to integrate the domain with his soul skills and create new combination soul skills.
With the Heart Separation Control, he could control more Blue Silver Overlord Spears and form a full Blue Silver Spear Formation.
Or command multiple Wood Dragons simultaneously, significantly boosting his offensive power.
Time slipped by unconsciously, and the sky slowly brightened in the east.
By the time Qi Tian had exhausted both his spiritual power and soul power, the irritation in his chest finally settled. He hugged Zhu Zhuqing and drifted back into deep sleep.
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect — Early Morning
Ning Rongrong woke up with a start.
Unlike her usual self, she didn't laze in bed but immediately sat upright.
She had just dreamt of being controlled by a mysterious person—unable to move, only able to feel her own body being violated.
"Hmph! Why would this young lady have such a shameful dream? It's all that senior's fault!" Ning Rongrong grumbled.
Instinctively, she thought Qi Tian was still possessing her body. Even her tone didn't dare be as arrogant as usual.
But as the crisp sound of her own voice rang out, Ning Rongrong suddenly froze—
She realized she could control her body again.
"That… that perverted thief really left?"
She let out a long breath. Raising her hand, she touched her cheek to confirm she wasn't dreaming. Only then did she relax.
"I should go find Father and the two Grandpas…"
But right as the thought flashed through her mind, she immediately denied it.
Because Qi Tian's promise… was a bit too tempting.
If she startled the culprit and ended up losing her chance to contract a spirit soul and gain offensive power, wouldn't that be a disaster?
"Hmph! Even if I'm not reporting him, I can't just sit around doing nothing!"
Ning Rongrong decided she would investigate the mysterious person who controlled her, while also following his instructions—training diligently.
After all, although cultivation was tiring, it wasn't like there were no benefits.
She glanced back at her bed but decisively gave up on returning to sleep.
"Cultivation! I must cultivate hard!"
Ning Rongrong rose from bed, changed out of her slightly damp sleepwear, washed up, and headed straight toward the training grounds.
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"Rongrong? Why are you up so early today?" three voices called simultaneously.
Ning Rongrong blinked—her father and the two protector Douluos were all standing there.
"Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone… I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to cultivate!"
"What are you all doing here?" she asked curiously.
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong both nodded with satisfaction. They then turned to look at Chen Xin, as if asking him something silently.
Chen Xin shook his head. "It's fine. Rongrong already knows."
Only then did Ning Fengzhi speak:
"Your Grandpa Sword has broken through Rank 96. Grandpa Bone and I were planning to test his new strength."
Yesterday, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong sensed a massive surge of soul power erupting within the sect. After investigating, they discovered that the source of this overwhelming fluctuation was actually Chen Xin.
Only then did they learn that Chen Xin had already broken through to Rank 96.
Chen Xin's breakthrough made Gu Rong feel more than a little sour, which was why he dragged Ning Fengzhi along today—to test Chen Xin's true strength.
They had prepared two tests for today.
First, Ning Fengzhi would buff Gu Rong with all his support soul skills, allowing Gu Rong to spar with Chen Xin.
Second, Ning Fengzhi would test how long he could maintain a full set of buffs on Chen Xin using his Rank 79 soul power.
"You've performed quite well recently. Go cultivate," Ning Fengzhi said.
'Hmph! Fine, don't let me watch. Just wait until I become a true Battle Soul Master—I'll scare all of you!'
Ning Rongrong clearly wanted to stay and watch the fight, but under Ning Fengzhi's intimidating pressure, she obediently went off to cultivate.
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A few days later, Qi Tian once again possessed Ning Rongrong.
The moment he entered her body, he was surprised to feel a trace of fatigue—an unfamiliar sensation for someone used to an incredibly powerful physique.
Not only that, but he could feel faint soreness in several muscle groups.
Qi Tian guessed that this must be the result of Ning Rongrong's intense training over the past few days.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect probably didn't have the right medicinal supplements to match her training load, so her exhaustion had gone untreated.
After all, their sect was known for its support-type martial souls, unlike the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, which specialized in body-strengthening medicinal baths.
Qi Tian rubbed Rongrong's sore calves, abdomen, and chest muscles, feeling the tension and soreness.
Just then, Ning Rongrong's consciousness awakened.
"Hiss—Senior, is that you? Could you… Maybe stop rubbing? It really hurts…" Ning Rongrong begged weakly.
Of course, it wasn't just pain—there was another strange, embarrassing sensation she couldn't bring herself to say out loud.
"Rongrong, it seems you've been very obedient. You followed my entire training plan these past few days." Qi Tian praised her.
The plan he gave her included physical conditioning, soul power cultivation, heart separation control methods, theoretical studies, and more.
Ning Rongrong's voice rose and fell with each movement of Qi Tian's hands as he helped loosen her muscles.
"Of course, Senior. I didn't slack off at all!"
Not only had she completed the training plan perfectly, but she had also spent her remaining time investigating the soul masters around her.
Unfortunately, she found nothing. None of the soul masters she knew possessed a soul skill capable of controlling another person's body.
"Mm, well done. But overtraining like this will injure your body in the long run."
"I have a barrel of medicinal liquid here. It will help relieve your fatigue."
Using the Sea God Pearl, Qi Tian materialized a bathing barrel out of thin air.
It contained the remains of the medicinal bath his real body had used the night before—more than enough to help Rongrong recover.
"This ability… It's unbelievable…" Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing barrel.
Her sect had luxurious bathhouses of its own, yet she was still stunned by Qi Tian's methods.
Qi Tian removed her sleepwear and stepped into the medicated bath, soaking while continuing to massage her muscles.
This, however, made Ning Rongrong suffer a mix of pain and indescribable embarrassment.
Her delicate body could hardly handle Qi Tian's expert muscle-loosening techniques combined with the effects of the medicinal bath.
She was in a strange state of soreness and bliss—an intense contradiction of sensations.
Qi Tian's soul had long adapted to such experiences.
But Ning Rongrong had not.
She let out soft, breathy whimpers in his mind—sounds that could easily be misunderstood—making Qi Tian's heart waver dangerously.
Especially since Ning Rongrong's body was completely exposed to his senses.
'…Forget it. I'll directly apply the whale rubber. Her body is far too weak—she's nothing like a soul master at all.' Qi Tian sighed internally.
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End of Chapter