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Outside the cave, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, who could hear the noises from within, were both red-faced. Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips, her legs rubbing together unconsciously. Ning Rongrong hugged her arms, feeling a tightening in her abdomen as her tower hummed in her mind.
Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well
The atmosphere here was completely different from the Star Dou Great Forest. On one side was extreme heat; on the other, extreme cold. The two collided to create a strange balance shrouded in colored mist.
Liu Erlong sat cross-legged on a platform near the Hot Yang Spring, her face bright red and her soul power fluctuating violently. A massive Fire Dragon phantom roared uneasily behind her. Nearby lay the carcass of a Hell Fire Dragon, and above it floated a deep black soul ring of ninety thousand years.
Dugu Bo stood guard at the entrance. Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan stood nearby, acting as protectors. Both had successfully absorbed their new rings—Ye Lingling reached Level 48 with "Life Bloom" and "Begonia Blood Blade," while Dugu Yan reached Level 57 with "Toxic Dragon Domain." Both girls bore the marks of being "soul-forged"—the longing in their eyes and the hidden changes in their bodies were more apparent than ever.
But now, their focus was solely on Liu Erlong. Absorbing a ninety-thousand-year ring was extremely dangerous, even for her. Liu Erlong had reached the critical point. The violent resentment of the Hell Fire Dragon hit her soul like a red-hot iron. Inner demons she had suppressed with logic and Mo Bai's "treatment"—the obsession with Yu Xiaogang, the pain of being abandoned by her clan—resurfaced, threatening to tear her consciousness apart.
"Ugh, ahh—!" Liu Erlong let out a pained roar, blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. Her flames began to rage out of control, burning her clothes and exposing her reddened skin.
"Teacher Erlong!" Ye Lingling cried out, but the violent heat pushed her back. "Grandpa! Why isn't Master Mo Bai back yet!" Dugu Yan shouted anxiously.
Just then, a figure appeared on the platform like a ghost, having rushed back from the forest. It was Mo Bai. He frowned at Liu Erlong's state. "As I thought. Trying to absorb such a violent ring while the inner demons are still there was too reckless."
Mo Bai assessed the situation instantly and flashed behind her. "Mo Bai!" Liu Erlong saw him through her pain. Her logic told her to be wary of this man who had changed her relationship with Yu Xiaogang, but the brand deep in her soul and the craving for power made her instinctively want to lean on him.
"Focus! If you don't want to die, don't resist me!" Mo Bai barked, pressing his hands onto her hot, bare back. His Level 93 Titled Douluo power, mixed with the dominance and erotic rules of his domain, surged into her meridians and sea of consciousness.
"Ah—!" It felt like two fires clashing inside her—the dragon's resentment and Mo Bai's arrogant, cold yet strangely attractive power. Mo Bai's power acted like a scalpel, cutting away the resentment while his brand began to forcibly suppress and transform her obsession with Yu Xiaogang.
"Look at me, Liu Erlong!" Mo Bai's voice exploded in her soul. "Is that cowardly man worth such pain? Your power, your body, your soul should be dominated and enjoyed by someone stronger! Forget him; remember who is inside your body now!"
As he spoke, his power went deeper, directly hitting her soul origin. Because of her raging heat and ruined clothes, the contrast of Mo Bai's cool hands against her spine and waist triggered waves of shivering pleasure.
"No... I can't..." she struggled weakly, but her body betrayed her. Under the dual impact of pain and the sudden violating pleasure, her defenses crumbled. When Mo Bai's hand moved to her front to grip her full chest, she finally let out a moan that was half-pain, half-joy.
Mo Bai knew the time had come. Guided power wasn't enough; he needed a more direct connection to brand her soul and body together with the ring. He didn't show any mercy, tearing away the remaining scraps of her clothes. Liu Erlong's figure was explosive, her wheat-colored skin flushed red with heat. Mo Bai undressed and pressed his body against her. He gripped her chin from behind, forcing her to endure a predatory kiss while his other hand probed her slick, messy depths.
Next, he drove his hardened desire deep into her without any preamble.
"Ugh, ahh—!!!" Liu Erlong's body went rigid. The massive fullness, the pain of being pierced, the shredding of her inner demons, and the dragon's energy all reached a peak. Mo Bai began a fierce rhythm. Every strike carried his power into her womb, refining the dragon's resentment. Her soul power was forcibly reorganized.
"Feel it! Liu Erlong!" Mo Bai roared over the bubbling spring. "Let the hellfire burn away your weakness! Then use that flame to forge an eternal 'Warm Nest' for yourself and for me!"
His words acted like a curse, branded into her soul. Yu Xiaogang's face faded away, replaced by Mo Bai's cold, dominant face and the sensation of him raging inside her.
"Ahh... Mo... Mo Bai...!" She finally cried out his name, no longer "Mr. Mo." She grabbed his arms, her nails digging into his skin. Her body began to obey him. At their point of contact, pink and dark red light flashed. The Fire Dragon phantom behind her let out a roar, its aura becoming docile as its color shifted to a deep dark gold with a pink hue. The ninety-thousand-year ring began to spin faster, its energy merging into her.
When the last bit of energy was absorbed, a deep black ring with dark gold patterns solidified at the eighth position behind her. Liu Erlong, Level 81, Power Attack System Soul Douluo!
At the moment the ring finished forming, Mo Bai let out a low growl and flooded her depths with his essence. Liu Erlong let out a sharp cry, her body twitching in an unprecedented peak. Mo Bai withdrew, looking at the slumped, satisfied, and submissive Liu Erlong. He could feel her new eighth soul skill—"Dragon Flame Burning Heaven Prison." In addition to its massive fire domain, it had a hidden service function: Dragon Flame Warm Nest. Her internal fire power was permanently modified to be docile, warming her reproductive system to keep it in the best state for her Master.
"Remember today. Remember who gave you power and who occupied you. From now on, your fire burns for me."
Liu Erlong opened her eyes, the last struggle gone. She nodded weakly. "I... I understand... Master."
A few days later, in the Mo Mansion hall.
Everyone had returned. Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong looked stronger than ever. Liu Erlong sat in a chair, her gaze toward Mo Bai now holding a complex submissiveness and dependence.
Mo Bai sat in the main seat, looking at the six beauties. "Report your status."
Xiao Wu chirped: "Level 51! 50,000-year ring! Skill is 'Soft-Boned Lock of Love'! And my passage to Master is smoother!"
Zhu Zhuqing: "Level 52. 30,000-year ring. 'Shadow Lubrication' is active." (She felt her thighs becoming wet just from his gaze).
Ning Rongrong: "Level 52. 23,000-year ring. 'Glazed Light' boosts attributes by 80%. And 'Glazed Resonance' is here... whenever Master touches me..."
Dugu Yan: "Level 62. 40,000-year ring. 'Toxic Dragon Domain.' 'Toxic Secretion' is ready, Master."
Ye Lingling: "Level 51. 'Life Bloom' and 'Begonia Blood Blade.' 'Life Tide' is ready to serve."
Liu Erlong: "Level 81. 'Dragon Flame Burning Heaven Prison.' And... 'Dragon Flame Warm Nest'... thank you, Master."
Mo Bai smiled. The "Soul-Contract Network" was activated, linking them all to him. "You haven't disappointed me. This is just the beginning. The Elite Tournament will be your stage."
The six women surrounded him, their eyes filled with obsession and submission. Their bodies and souls were forged into the shapes that suited him best. The air was thick with the scent of desire and absolute dominance. The power was ready; the stage was set.