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"Turn around," Mo Bai commanded.
Ning Rongrong stiffly turned around, presenting her naked back to him. She could feel Mo Bai's gaze like something substantial, passing over her skin inch by inch, carrying an evaluative and scrutinizing meaning, like looking at a jade embryo about to be carved.
A hand covered her back. The palm was warm, but the fingertips carried a hint of coldness. Ning Rongrong's whole body shuddered.
"Relax." Mo Bai's voice sounded behind her. "Feel my soul power. Remember this flowing trajectory. This is the foundation of the 'Soul Casting Lead,' and also the bridge that connects our soul powers for deep casting."
A surge of gentle yet extremely pure and solidified soul power entered Ning Rongrong's body from Mo Bai's palm. Different from the soul power in the hot spring yesterday, which carried medicinal and stimulating properties, this soul power was more upright and peaceful, yet it carried an unutterable penetrative force, as if it could directly touch her most original soul power source.
The soul power slowly moved upward along her spine, passing through the back of the neck, Dazhui, all the way to the Baihui at the top of the head, and then slowly moved downward, passing through the tailbone, cycling repeatedly. Wherever it passed, Ning Rongrong could clearly feel her originally somewhat floating and scattered soul power being combed and gathered bit by bit, becoming docile and obedient. What was even more miraculous was that she seemed to be able to vaguely "see" the pulse of soul power flowing within her body; those nodes that were originally blurred gradually became clear under the guidance of this external soul power.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is prized for 'Spirit' and 'Communication,'" Mo Bai said slowly while guiding the soul power. "Your soul power is impure, and your meridians are stagnant, like a bright pearl covered in dust, a treasure tower without light. What I must do first is wash away the dust and open the apertures."
His other hand also pressed on; both hands wandered over her back, his fingertips accurately pressing or lightly kneading one acupoint after another. Every press caused a tiny, electric-like numbness to rush into Ning Rongrong's body, resonating with her own soul power. That feeling was not uncomfortable; instead, there was a strange comfort, making her unable to help letting out a soft hum.
"Mmm..." The sound escaped her lips; Ning Rongrong immediately bit her lower lip, her cheeks burning red.
"No need to suppress it." Mo Bai's voice was close to her ear, his breath brushing her auricle. "The body's response is the external manifestation of soul power resonance. Feel it, accept it, let it become a part of your control over power."
His hands began to move downward, brushing past the sides of her waist, stopping on her perky buttocks, kneading them neither lightly nor heavily. Ning Rongrong's whole body jolted, and she almost jumped up.
"T-Teacher!" She was both ashamed and anxious, wanting to break free.
"This place is also an important soul power node, connecting the lower limbs and the trunk." Mo Bai's tone did not change in the slightest, as if he were doing a most normal thing. "You usually neglect exercise; the meridians here are severely blocked, affecting the upward and downward flow of soul power. Endure it."
Saying this, he increased the force of the kneading. Those hands seemed to possess magic; the intensity of the kneading was just right, bringing both a sense of clearing soreness and a shameful numbness that rushed straight to her lower abdomen. Ning Rongrong's legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand steadily; she could only grip the back of the chair in front of her to barely steady her body. She bit her lip deathly hard to prevent herself from making more shameful sounds, but her body trembled uncontrollably, her skin flushing a deeper red.
Mo Bai's kneading lasted for a while, then his hands continued downward, brushing past the back of her thighs, the hollow of her knees, and finally stopping on her smooth calves. His movements were always unhurried, carrying a calm, precise probe like a physician examining a patient. But Ning Rongrong felt that every inch of skin he touched was like a firebrand being lit, the scalding sensation spreading out from his fingertips.
"Turn around," Mo Bai said.
Ning Rongrong was almost ready to cry, but under the guidance of soul power and her inner persistence, she slowly turned around. She didn't dare look down at her completely naked self; she could only close her eyes deathly tight, her long eyelashes trembling.
Mo Bai did not continue the action; he just looked at her. The girl's body was tense from nervousness and shame, her curves green yet already beautiful, her skin glinting like a pearl under the soft indoor light, the two cherry reds on her chest standing because of the previous stimulation and the cold air, fluctuating slightly with her rapid breathing. Her legs were tightly pressed together, yet one could still see that slight trembling.
"Open your eyes," Mo Bai commanded.
Ning Rongrong struggled to lift her eyelids, her gaze dodging, not daring to meet his.
"Look into my eyes." There was a trace of unquestionable majesty in Mo Bai's voice.
Ning Rongrong was forced to lift her head, looking into those eyes that were as deep as an abyss. There was no lust inside, only a nearly cold focus and inquiry, as if she were not a person but a precision soul tool that needed careful inspection and adjustment. This realization made her feel humiliated, yet it weirdly reduced some of her shame—at least, he wasn't doing this because of her body.