104: All the beauties from the Huangjie Class 2 were captured

Mo Yuhan was like refined iron placed in a forging furnace, repeatedly tempered under immense pressure and icy quenching.

His movements, initially sluggish and stiff, gradually achieved basic fluidity under the heavy pressure, and later, each sword strike, though still heavy and slow, saw the Dou Qi on the sword edge become increasingly condensed, subtly revealing a penetrating sharpness.

His gaze, too, evolved from initial strain to focus and composure, eventually igniting with an almost stubborn flame!

Sweat had long soaked his heavy shirt, clinging to his body, outlining the gradually forming muscle lines of the youth, revealing strength and resilience far beyond his peers. He panted heavily, each inhale like a bellows, but the hand gripping the sword became steadier, and his eyes grew brighter.

After an unknown period, when Mo Yuhan once again parried a tricky, feminine Dou Skills from Ruo Lin and was on the verge of collapsing, the vast and boundless pressure Domain around Ruo Lin suddenly dissipated like a receding tide.

Instantly, it felt as if a colossal burden had been lifted.

Mo Yuhan felt his body lighten, his lungs greedily drawing in large gulps of cool air. He was almost completely exhausted, barely supporting himself from falling by propping himself up with the longsword in his hand.

Sweat dripped from his chin, forming small puddles on the earth beneath his feet.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Ruo Lin's voice returned to its usual gentle tone, like spring rain nourishing the earth.

The ice-like strictness on her face quietly melted away, replaced by her reassuring, gentle smile.

Ruo Lin stepped forward, her water-blue figure approaching with a faint fragrance.

"How do you feel?"

She extended her hand, not to help him up, but with a hint of approval, gently brushing away grass clippings and dust from Mo Yuhan's shoulder.

Her movements were soft, a stark contrast to the stern instructor from moments ago. Her gaze fell upon his sweat-soaked face, filled with undisguised admiration. "To be able to endure under my 'Vast Ocean Condensation Pressure' for so long, and to continuously adjust and improve, this resilience and comprehension are truly commendable."

She looked at Mo Yuhan's sweat-dampened temples and his tired yet bright eyes, her satisfaction deepening.

This child had truly not disappointed her.

It wouldn't be long before he completely surpassed her.

"Hmph… hmph… Thank… thank you, Instructor Ruo Lin!"

Mo Yuhan panted, lifting his head. Though his face showed fatigue, it also held the exhilaration and satisfaction of breaking through a limit. "Disciple… has benefited greatly!"

He could clearly feel that after the hellish tempering just now, his control over Dou Qi, his understanding of sword moves, and even his body's endurance had all significantly improved.

Especially his Dou Qi, which had been repeatedly compressed and condensed under that extreme pressure, becoming purer and more refined, already touching the feeling of a two-star Dou Master.

He estimated that with a bit more tempering of his Dou Qi, he would be able to completely advance.

"Actually, you don't need to thank me. I've also benefited quite a bit from our spar. I estimate I'll be able to break through to Dou Spirit soon. Go back and rest well, consolidate what you've gained today."

Ruo Lin smiled and nodded, her gaze sweeping over his soaked clothes. "Go change your clothes first, don't catch a cold."

The two walked out of the sweat-drenched training ground, one after the other.

When their figures appeared on the bluestone path leading to the pavilion courtyard, several waiting figures immediately came forward.

"Young Master, have you been training again?"

Xiao Mei came forward.

When she saw Mo Yuhan soaked in sweat, pale-faced, and even panting while propping himself up with his sword, her small face crumpled with distress. She immediately pulled out her fragrant embroidered handkerchief and began to wipe his face, disregarding everything else.

"Little Han Han!"

Lin Fei rushed over right behind her, her fiery red skirt like a dancing flame.

"Oh my, how did you get so tired? Instructor Ruo Lin, did you go too hard?"

While helping Xiao Mei wipe him, she couldn't help but mumble softly, with a hint of complaint, looking towards Ruo Lin.

Xue Mei followed closely behind. Although there wasn't much change in expression on her cool face, her slightly furrowed brows revealed her inner concern.

Xue Mei didn't speak, only silently handed over a small jade bottle she had already prepared, its opening emitting a clear medicinal fragrance.

"Junior Brother Yu Han, this is a Qi Recovery Pill. It can help you recover your Dou Qi faster."

Her voice was soft, carrying an undeniable concern.

Xue Ni, meanwhile, stood leaning against a green bamboo, arms crossed, watching Mo Yuhan's "plight." Her pretty eyebrows raised, and she chuckled mischievously, "Oh, our little genius was really put through the wringer by Instructor Ruo Lin, wasn't he? It seems I'm usually too gentle?"

Despite her words, a trace of almost imperceptible heartache was hidden deep in her eyes.

Xue Ni stood a little further away, holding Xiao Xuner's arm.

Xiao Xuner was still dressed in a light green dress, her aura ethereal. However, her calm eyes lingered on Mo Yuhan for a moment. Seeing that he was tired but energetic and unharmed, the almost invisible ripple deep in her eyes quietly subsided, returning to a state of calm.

Ruo Lin watched Mo Yuhan, who was instantly surrounded by several distinct yet equally outstanding girls, and saw the helpless yet warm smile on his face.

Then, looking at Lin Fei's unreserved wiping motion, Xue Mei's offered medicine bottle, and Xiao Yu's seemingly teasing but actually concerned gaze, she couldn't help but smile.

This smile, like the thawing of a frozen river and the return of spring to the earth, instantly dispelled the last trace of chill remaining on the training ground.

Ruo Lin's mature and charming face radiated astonishing brilliance, carrying a hint of a senior's helplessness and indulgence towards a junior. She gently shook her head, her tone filled with genuine emotion, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Ah, Little Yuhan, you little fellow, you truly have good fortune."

Her gaze swept over Xiao Mei, Lin Fei, Xue Mei, Xue Ni, and even Xiao Yu, finally lingering for a moment on Xiao Xuner, who was a little further away, her smile deepening.

With a knowing smile, she continued, "Look, the most beautiful flowers of our Huang Jie Class Two are constantly circling around him. This good fortune, I'm afraid even those arrogant geniuses in the Inner Courtyard would be green with envy."

At these words, Lin Fei's hand, which was wiping Mo Yuhan's sweat, suddenly paused. Her pretty face flushed crimson, like a ripe apple, even her earlobes turning pink.

She hastily withdrew her hand, clutching the embroidered handkerchief in her palm, and lowered her head, her voice like a mosquito, "Instructor Ruo… Instructor, what are you saying…"

Her eyes, however, secretly glanced at Mo Yuhan.

Xue Mei's hand, holding the medicine bottle, also stiffened slightly. Two faint red blushes appeared on her cool face, and a hint of shyness flashed in her ice-blue eyes. She quickly lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings.

Xue Ni, however, was more open. Hearing this, she laughed heartily. Far from being shy, she instead puffed out her proud, ample chest with a touch of smugness, and casually interjected, "That's right! He's so excellent, it's perfectly normal for him to be popular, don't you agree, Instructor?"

As she spoke, she even winked at Mo Yuhan.

Xiao Mei felt even less awkward; she even hoped Mo Yuhan had some feelings for her.

Mo Yuhan was left somewhat flustered by Instructor Ruo Lin's sudden teasing. His face also felt slightly warm, and he could only awkwardly rub his nose, muttering, "Instructor Ruo Lin, please don't tease me…"