It was evening, inside a villa on the back hill of Zixing Academy.
Everyone sat around the long dining table, enjoying the sumptuous dinner prepared by Ah Yin herself, in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.
Dugu Bo picked up his wine cup, took a sip of the medicinal wine, and felt a warm current spread through his limbs and bones, making him feel so comfortable that he let out a long sigh.
He suddenly remembered something, put down his wine glass, looked at Dongfang Jing, and said, "Jing, do you know what the final prize is for the champion of this continent-wide elite soul master academy competition?"
This issue also caught the attention of the other girls at the table.
Dongfang Jing shook his head.
Dugu Bo held up three fingers: "Three soul bones!"
"What?!"
"Three soul bones?!"
Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the other inexperienced girls were so shocked by these words that they almost choked on their food. Their eyes widened in disbelief.
Soul bones! Those are the most coveted treasures for any soul master! For an ordinary soul master to obtain even one is a stroke of incredible luck.
The Spirit Hall is being incredibly generous this time, offering three pieces as a reward?
However, to Dugu Bo's dismay, Dongfang Jing, Dongfang Yao, and Wang Qiu'er, as well as Xue Di, Bing Di, Bi Ji, and A Yin beside them, showed no change in expression after hearing the news; their faces remained as calm as still water.
Dugu Bo's lips twitched, but he still cleared his throat and continued, "These three soul bones are the Spirit Hall's most treasured possessions. It is said that they have been accumulating them for many years, leaving behind some deceased elders. The fact that Pope Bibi Dong dared to take them out as a reward shows how much confidence she has in her team."
Then, he told everyone in detail the information he had gathered about the Spirit Hall's "Golden Generation".
"The core of the team sent by the Spirit Hall this time is three young people known as the 'Golden Generation'. The lowest of these three is already level 51 in spirit power, and the other two are even higher at level 52! Apart from these three, none of the other contestants in the team have a spirit power level lower than 45."
This lineup is truly luxurious.
Dongfang Jing merely gave Dugu Bo a strange look and said, "Senior, you're not worried about us, are you? You know our strength. Even if they're strong, can they be stronger than us? And even if Yao'er and the others can't beat us, I'll still be there to cover for them."
He paused, then asked, "By the way, do you know the exact age of those three soul bones? And what part of the body and what attributes they belong to?"
This is what he's really concerned about.
Dugu Bo slowly shook his head: "I don't know about that. The Spirit Hall is keeping the news very tightly under wraps."
However, after hearing Dongfang Jing's words, he realized that he had been overthinking things. He laughed and said, "You're right. Although you little guys are all incredibly talented, you'll definitely be the focus of the Spirit Hall's attention. But with me, and your teachers Xue Di and Bi Ji here, even the Spirit Hall would have to think twice before taking action against you."
...
After the meal, Dugu Bo left first.
The girls all returned to their rooms to prepare for tomorrow's competition.
Tomorrow, Wang Qiu'er will no longer take action; she needs to give others some space to showcase themselves.
Therefore, they also need to adjust their mindset to avoid making a mistake due to overconfidence and underestimating their opponents.
...
In the kitchen,
Ah Yin was quietly washing the dishes with her sleeves rolled up.
She was wearing a simple home apron, and her long, azure-blue hair was casually tied back with a hairpin, revealing her fair and slender neck.
She looked just like a gentle and virtuous wife.
In fact, given their current circumstances, they could easily hire several nannies to do these housework.
But Ah Yin really enjoys the feeling of cooking and doing housework for the people she cares about. It makes her feel at ease and gives her a sense of home.
After everyone in the living room had left, Dongfang Jing quietly went into the kitchen.
He naturally took a foam-covered plate from Ah Yin's hand and rinsed it clean under running water.
Seeing this, Ah Yin smiled slightly.
She knew that Dongfang Jing must have something he wanted to say to her alone.
She stopped what she was doing, turned her head, looked at him with gentle eyes, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Dongfang Jing originally wanted to use a more tactful tone to lay the groundwork, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell her his plans directly.
"Ah Yin, next, I'm going to make my move against Tang San."
Upon hearing this name, Ah Yin's hands, which were washing dishes, visibly paused for a moment.
But she quickly returned to normal, even with a relaxed smile on her face: "Whatever you want to do, why did you have to come and tell me?"
Seeing that Dongfang Jing remained silent and continued washing the dishes quietly, A Yin added, "I've already said it before, I no longer consider him my child. His life or death is none of my business."
"Now, there are people in my life who are more important to me and deserve my respect."
As Ah Yin spoke, her gaze remained tenderly fixed on Dongfang Jing, the affection in her eyes undisguised.
Dongfang Jing returned a gentle smile.
He wiped the water droplets from his hands, gently pulled Ah Yin into his arms from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered close to her small earlobe, "But no matter what, he is still inextricably linked to you by blood."
"Since I've decided to get rid of him, then..."
"I'll give you back your child, okay?"
With a bang, Ah Yin felt as if her cheeks were instantly on fire, turning a scorching red.
"Are you... are you serious?"
Dongfang Jing's expression was extremely serious. He turned A Yin around so that she was facing him, cupped her blushing face in his hands, and solemnly said, "I'm serious, A Yin. I have no other plans for tonight."
"This time, I'll give you everything. You... just don't try to force it out with your soul power anymore, okay?"
Hearing this, Ah Yin's cheeks turned even redder, and even the roots of her ears turned an alluring pink.
She shyly buried her head in Dongfang Jing's arms, not daring to look into his eyes, her voice barely a whisper: "Then... what if I don't get it tonight?"
Dongfang Jing said matter-of-factly, "Then let's continue tomorrow and the day after. If we try a few more times, we'll eventually succeed."
"So... I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you, Sister Yin."
Ah Yin was both embarrassed and amused by his blunt words. She looked up at him affectionately and gently punched his chest.
Then, she turned around, placed her hand on the edge of the pool, and lifted her skirt.
Dongfang Jing swallowed hard, glanced behind him to make sure no one was on the first floor, and then began construction.
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