147: Practicing swordsmanship under the moonlight, a uniquely enchanting experience.

After that awkward "streaking" incident, the atmosphere between the two became a bit strange.

However, this foreign girl Ofina had a tough psychological quality; after just one night, she acted as if nothing had happened.

She had completely settled into the dormitory.

Every day, besides meditating and Cultivating, she stared intently at Xiao Bai, with a look even more affectionate than one for her own father.

Qin Lang didn't bother with her, diving headfirst into the great undertaking of potion brewing.

He transformed the small Training Room in the dormitory into a temporary brewing room.

"Hey, why are your Eastern potions so troublesome?"

Ofina leaned against the doorframe, holding a bottle of Happy Water, watching Qin Lang fiddle with various bottles and jars like a chemist.

"You have to add so many ingredients and control the heat; it's not as straightforward as our Western magic potions."

As she spoke, she casually tossed a few bottles of green liquid to Qin Lang.

"Try them? This is the 'Mana Recovery Potion' I brewed myself; the effect is top-notch."

Qin Lang took it and pulled out the cork.

An indescribable sour stench wafted out, smelling like rotten tomatoes boiled with smelly socks.

"Is this stuff even drinkable?"

Qin Lang's lips twitched.

"Good medicine tastes bitter."

Ofina shrugged. "As long as you think that drinking it will make you stronger, this taste is nectar."

This psychological victory method was truly something else.

Qin Lang held his breath and forced down a gulp.

Although the taste was impressive, the pure mana that instantly surged up was indeed undeniable.

On the brewing table, the Fire Worm Qin Lang had captured was cozily coiled next to the heating furnace.

The fellow seemed to have fallen in love with this high-temperature environment, sleeping belly-up and occasionally spitting out a spark.

Qin Lang didn't mind it, occasionally feeding it a wisp of Phoenix Divine Flame, hoping this little thing might actually evolve into an Undying Bird in the future.

After two days of work, the first batch of Saint-Grade Potions was finally ready.

Qin Lang packed the potions and headed straight for the girls' dormitory.

Shangguan Xue wasn't in the dorm; after asking around, he found out that this diligent girl was once again practicing extra in the Training Room of the Qinye Building.

Opening the Training Room door, a piercing chill rushed toward him.

Shangguan Xue, dressed in a tight training outfit, was sweating profusely while practicing her sword techniques.

Sweat soaked her clothes, outlining her graceful figure.

Seeing Qin Lang enter, she sheathed her sword and stood still, a trace of hard-to-detect joy flashing across her cold and elegant face.

"Why are you here?"

"To bring you something good."

Qin Lang stuffed a pile of potions emitting colorful halos into her arms all at once.

"These are... Saint Grade?"

Shangguan Xue looked at the radiant potions in her hands, and her hands trembled slightly.

So many saint-grade potions; taking them out could probably buy a whole city.

"This is too precious, I can't..."

"Shh."

Qin Lang placed a finger against her red lips.

"This is an investment."

He leaned in closer, looking into those panicked Double Pupils.

"It won't be too late to pay me back with interest once you become an eighth or ninth-rank big shot in the future."

"As for now..."

A wicked smile curved on Qin Lang's lips as he walked behind her.

"Your swordsmanship still has some flaws; let me teach you."

Without giving her a choice, he embraced Shangguan Xue from behind, his large hand covering her small hand that held the sword.

With her back pressed against that broad, hot chest, Shangguan Xue's body instantly stiffened.

"Don't move, focus."

Qin Lang's warm breath brushed against her ear, bringing a hint of numbness.

Guided by Qin Lang, the two brandished the longsword like conjoined twins.

With every turn and every step, their bodies inevitably rubbed against each other.

The heat transmitted through the fabric caused Shangguan Xue's breathing to gradually become erratic.

This was hardly practicing swordsmanship; it was clearly... By the time it finally ended, Shangguan Xue was already flushed red, even to the base of her neck.

"We'll continue tomorrow."

Qin Lang whispered into her ear before letting go of her with satisfaction.

Back at the dormitory, Ofina was boredly teasing Xiao Bai with a cat wand.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Qin Lang return.

"Qin, my strength has been stuck at a Bottleneck for a long time. Since I am your... well, shouldn't you help me?"

She blinked her large eyes, hinting at something.

Qin Lang thought for a moment and fished out a slip of paper covered in Chinese characters from his pocket.

This was the top-tier Meditation Method Lilith had left behind when she last woke up.

"Take it; this was personally passed down by Her Highness Lilith."

Ofina received it as if it were a priceless treasure.

"I give you five minutes to memorize it, then burn it."

Qin Lang said indifferently.

Ofina didn't dare to delay, immediately entering overachiever mode, her focus even more intense than during an exam.

The next day.

Qin Lang arrived at the Training Room as promised.

This time, Shangguan Xue seemed to have adjusted her mindset, a hint of determination in her eyes.

"No routines today; actual combat."

Qin Lang threw her a wooden sword.

The two instantly clashed in battle.

Shangguan Xue's swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, and with the prediction of her Double Pupils, she could actually go back and forth with Qin Lang, who had suppressed his cultivation.

After dozens of moves.

Qin Lang's eyes flashed as he deliberately left an opening.

Shangguan Xue indeed fell for it; as she lunged with her sword, Qin Lang lightly tripped her.

"Ah!"

She cried out as her balance faltered.

Qin Lang took the opportunity to reach out and pull her into his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Shangguan Xue reacted extremely quickly; with a flick of her wrist, the tip of the wooden sword pressed directly against Qin Lang's Adam's apple.

"You lost."

She looked up, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

Qin Lang looked down at the beauty in his arms; her close-up face was still beaded with fine sweat, her red lips slightly parted, incredibly alluring.

"If you lose, you must be punished."

Ignoring the wooden sword at his throat, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

"Mmph!"

Shangguan Xue's pupils shrank, and her whole body instantly froze.

The wooden sword in her hand fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

The kiss was overbearing and fiery, with an irresistible aggressiveness.

Qin Lang's large hand also wandered dishonestly along her slender waist.

In the Training Room, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled through the window onto them, casting long silhouettes.

Shangguan Xue's initially resisting hands gradually softened, finally resting weakly on Qin Lang's shoulders.

"Don't... not here..."

She whispered breathlessly, her voice as soft as water.

But this weak resistance sounded more like an invitation to Qin Lang.

He picked her up and pressed her onto the nearby mat.

In this enclosed Training Room, under the witness of the setting sun.

A battle called conquest quietly began.