Back in the tranquil embrace of the herbal garden, the soft glow of the spirit lamps illuminated the countless rows of precious Immortal Herbs.
Ah Yin was still diligently tending to them, her voluptuous figure moving with a quiet grace, her long blue hair swaying gently as she worked.
Song Qing approached her, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion now awake and looking around with renewed curiosity.
"Ah Yin," Song Qing said softly.
Ah Yin straightened up, her blue eyes meeting his with a respectful warmth. "Holy Son, you have returned." Her gaze then fell upon the little lion, a soft smile gracing her lips.
"Yes," Song Qing replied. "And now, let's continue tending to these precious plants together."
Ah Yin nodded, her movements naturally seductive as she resumed her work. Song Qing joined her, his emerald eyes scanning the health of each herb.
He noticed a few that could benefit from a boost in growth.
Taking a deep breath, Song Qing activated his Primordial Life Tree Spirit. A gentle, verdant aura emanated from him, enveloping the surrounding plants.
He focused his energy, utilizing the Verdant Embrace ability. A soft, emerald light pulsed from his hands, bathing the Immortal Herbs in a revitalizing energy.
The plants seemed to visibly respond, their leaves becoming more vibrant, their stems growing slightly thicker. The air filled with a renewed sense of vitality.
Ah Yin watched him, her blue eyes filled with admiration. 'The Holy Son's control over his spirit is truly remarkable,' she thought. Her voluptuous form moved closer to him as they worked side-by-side.
After a few hours of diligently tending to the herbs, the garden seemed to hum with renewed life. Song Qing felt a pleasant weariness settle over him.
Ah Yin, sensing his slight fatigue, approached him with a gentle smile. Her seductive body moved with an almost feline grace.
"Holy Son," she murmured, her voice soft and alluring. "Allow me to ease your weariness."
Before Song Qing could respond, her gentle hands were already on his shoulders, her touch surprisingly strong yet soothing.
She began to massage his muscles, her fingers expertly kneading away the tension. Her voluptuous form was close behind him, her soft curves occasionally brushing against his back.
Song Qing gently smirked, a knowing look in his emerald eyes. 'She is certainly persistent,' he thought. He internally recognized her seductive antics for what they were. She was doing her best to entice him, her beautiful body a silent invitation.
'She knows how I treat my women,' he mused. 'She must believe that if she becomes my woman, she can secure favors and protect Little San.'
He kept his thoughts to himself, finding a certain amusement in her efforts. He had no immediate plans to target Tang San, and while Ah Yin likely sensed this, her actions seemed driven by an overwhelming need for reassurance.
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion watched Ah Yin's massage with innocent curiosity. Its three eyes followed her movements, and it tilted its head, observing the pleased expressions on Song Qing's face.
'That looks like it feels good,' it thought innocently. 'Song Qing seems very relaxed.'
After a while, Ah Yin's massage ended, leaving Song Qing feeling refreshed and relaxed.
He turned to the Three-Eyed Golden Lion, who was watching them with wide eyes. "Little one," Song Qing said gently. "Tomorrow, I will feed you some of these wonderful herbs. They will greatly enhance your power and strengthen your Golden Dragon bloodline."
The Three-Eyed Golden Lion's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Tomorrow?" it asked eagerly.
Song Qing nodded with a smile. "Yes, tomorrow. Get a good night's rest."
The lion nodded enthusiastically, its tail thumping happily against the ground.
Soon after, Song Qing bid Ah Yin goodnight and left the herbal garden, making his way back towards his private chamber.
As he walked through the dimly lit corridors of the Spirit Hall, a familiar figure approached him. Spirit Kite Douluo, her elegant form gliding silently, held out a sealed letter.
"Holy Son," she said respectfully, her voice soft. "This letter arrived for you. It is from a woman named Liu Erlong."
Song Qing accepted the letter, his emerald eyes scanning the familiar handwriting on the envelope. "Thank you, Spirit Kite Douluo."
He broke the seal and unfolded the letter, his eyes quickly scanning the contents. As he read, a thoughtful expression crossed his face.
Through Liu Erlong's elegant script, he learned that Flender and Yu Xiaogang had indeed approached her, requesting that Shrek Academy be integrated into the Blue Tyrant Academy. Liu Erlong, however, had firmly rejected their proposal.
The letter also conveyed Liu Erlong's deep disappointment regarding the actions of Yu Xiaogang's students. She had heard reports of the chaos they had caused at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, the trouble they had stirred among the young female students, and their generally unimpressive performance in ranking battles and other competitions.
Liu Erlong wrote that these events had led her to seriously question Yu Xiaogang's supposed genius. She confessed that she was now inclined to believe what Song Qing had told her – that Yu Xiaogang's theories were largely plagiarized from the ancient texts and research of the Spirit Hall, with Yu Xiaogang maliciously failing to credit his sources.
The letter concluded with Liu Erlong stating her intention to visit Song Qing in two days' time. She wished to personally thank him for opening her eyes and freeing her from an obsession that had blinded her for far too long.
Song Qing finished reading the letter, a slight smile playing on his lips. 'It seems she is finally seeing things clearly,' he thought.
He folded the letter and tucked it into his robes, a plan forming in his mind. He then changed direction, heading straight towards the main hall where he knew he would find his teacher.
He soon stood before the majestic doors leading to Bibi Dong's private chambers. He entered without hesitation, his gaze immediately finding his teacher.
Bibi Dong sat on her throne, her regal presence filling the hall. Her beautiful rose pink hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her pink eyes, usually sharp and insightful, held a hint of weariness from the day's duties.
Song Qing walked towards her, his emerald eyes meeting hers with a newfound intensity.
"Teacher," he said, his voice low and deliberate, his gaze unwavering. "I wish to sleep with you in your bed tonight."
Bibi Dong's pink eyes widened in shock. Her beautiful face, usually composed and serene, registered utter surprise.
In the past year, it had almost always been Bibi Dong who had initiated their intimate moments, using various subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) tactics to entice Song Qing to her bed. Song Qing had never actively made such a direct request.
The unexpectedness of his words, the directness of his desire, sent a thrill coursing through her. A delighted flush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks.
A soft, almost breathless smile bloomed on her lips. "Qing'er," she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. "Of course, you can." Her heart fluttered with a happiness she hadn't anticipated. Tonight would be a night she would cherish.
While the arrival of night was inevitable and, in the grand scheme of things, not far off, for Bibi Dong, the intervening hours seemed to stretch on with agonizing slowness.
'Tonight… Qing'er wants me,' she thought, a thrill coursing through her at the memory of his direct request. It was a stark contrast to their usual dynamic, and the novelty of it sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
After Song Qing had made his surprising declaration, he had indeed gone to spend some time with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, sharing stories of his trip and undoubtedly showering them with his affection.
Bibi Dong, on the other hand, had made a beeline for her private chambers, her mind already racing with possibilities.
As soon as she was alone, she dismissed her attendants and went straight to her wardrobe. This was no ordinary night. This was a night Song Qing had initiated.
She bypassed her usual regal attire, her gaze settling on a particular set of clothing she had kept hidden away for special occasions. Clothing designed to entice, to allure, to leave no doubt in the observer's mind about the wearer's desires.
The outfit she chose was daring, even for her. It was a two-piece ensemble crafted from the finest, almost translucent silk, dyed a deep, seductive crimson.
The top was little more than a delicate bandeau, barely concealing the upper curves of her magnificent breasts, leaving the delicate swell and cleavage fully on display. The fabric was so sheer that the dusky pink of her areolas was faintly visible beneath.
The bottom was a matching piece of silk, a low-slung garment that barely skimmed her hips, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach and the gentle curve of her lower abdomen. It dipped daringly low at the front, hinting at the dark secrets hidden beneath, and rode high on her thighs, showcasing the long, elegant lines of her legs.
Strategically placed embellishments of intricate silver embroidery, depicting thorny roses, adorned the edges of the silk, adding a touch of dark beauty to the overtly sensual design.
Bibi Dong stood before the full-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her. Her rose pink hair cascaded around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the fiery crimson of her attire. Her skin, pale and flawless, seemed to glow in the soft light of her chamber.
'He will not be able to resist this,' she thought, a confident smirk playing on her lips. The image of Song Qing's surprised and excited reaction filled her with a delicious anticipation.
She then donned a luxurious, floor-length robe of deep violet velvet, its soft folds concealing the fiery temptation beneath. She tied the sash loosely around her waist, allowing glimpses of the crimson silk to peek through with every movement.
She paced her chamber, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She imagined Song Qing's arrival, his reaction to her chosen attire, the intimate moments they would share.
Finally, she heard it. The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching her chamber door. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart began to race, a frantic drum against her ribs.
Her entire body seemed to shiver with a pleasurable anticipation, her skin tingling with a heightened sensitivity. She could almost feel Song Qing's touch, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin.
The footsteps stopped just outside her door. A moment of silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken desire.
Then, a gentle knock.
Bibi Dong held her breath for a fleeting moment, savoring the anticipation. "Come in," she said, her voice a little breathier than usual.
The door slowly creaked open, and Song Qing stepped into the chamber. He closed the door softly behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet.
His emerald gaze immediately fell upon Bibi Dong, who stood near the center of the room, her figure partially concealed by the deep violet robe.
There was a moment of charged silence as their eyes met. Bibi Dong could see the question in Song Qing's gaze, a hint of curiosity mixed with the anticipation she herself was feeling.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Bibi Dong reached for the sash of her robe. Her fingers trembled slightly as she untied the knot, her eyes never leaving Song Qing's.
The heavy velvet robe slid from her shoulders, pooling on the floor at her feet with a soft thud, revealing the breathtakingly sexy attire she had chosen.
The crimson silk shimmered in the lamplight, barely concealing her magnificent form. The delicate bandeau showcased the fullness of her breasts, the sheer fabric hinting at the dusky pink beneath. The low-slung bottom revealed the smooth expanse of her stomach and the elegant curve of her hips.
Bibi Dong watched Song Qing's reaction intently. His emerald eyes widened, a look of genuine shock and undeniable excitement washing over his features. A slow, appreciative smile began to spread across his lips.
'He is pleased,' she thought, a wave of triumph and elation washing over her. The sight of his obvious excitement ignited a fire within her, a burning desire to feel his touch, to lose herself in his embrace. Tonight, she knew, would be a night of unforgettable passion.