Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 627 Zhu Zhuqing's Vitality

Inside the sleeping quarters, the morning light gradually intensifies.

"Cough cough..."

Bibi Dong turned her head away, covered her lips, and coughed softly twice. Her slender shoulder blades were clearly visible under her thin silk nightgown as she coughed, and they trembled slightly.

From the wide sleeves of her robe, she pulled out a dark purple silk handkerchief, her movements elegant and slow, and gently touched the corner of her lips.

Through the silk handkerchief, I could feel a slight, sticky residue on my fingertips.

She glanced discreetly at the edge of the handkerchief, where a faint, almost invisible white stain was visible.

Immediately, she quietly gathered the silk handkerchief into her palm with her slender fingers and held it tightly.

She didn't look back at the messy, still-warm bed behind her. Barefoot, she stepped onto the cool, smooth black marble floor and walked step by step toward the side door leading to the bathtub deep inside the bedroom.

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Meanwhile, Dai Chengfeng was walking back to his own courtyard.

It was early morning, and a thin layer of mist shrouded the sky above Wuhun City, gradually dissipating under the brightening sunlight.

The air carried the unique scent of a late autumn morning, a mixture of dew and cool vegetation. Inhaling it was particularly refreshing and invigorating, and it also somewhat diluted the beautiful and tender images in his mind.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

Passing around the towering side wings of the Papal Palace, through a deciduous forest, the path beneath your feet is covered with a thick layer of golden fallen leaves, which rustle softly underfoot.

Further ahead lies the private courtyard area belonging to him and his companions.

The environment is quiet and secluded, separated from the grandeur and solemnity of the main papal palace, making it feel much more private.

As soon as I arrived at the wooden door of his courtyard, a very subtle yet rhythmic sound of wind breaking through the door came through.

The sound was regular and sustained, with each strike containing restrained power.

Dai Chengfeng pushed the door open and entered, the hinges making a slight creaking sound.

But the people in the courtyard seemed completely absorbed in their own world and were undisturbed.

In the center of the courtyard, Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a form-fitting black training uniform, perfectly outlined the girl's developing and already curvaceous figure. Yet, due to the unique resilience of the fabric and her upright posture, she exuded an unapproachable coldness and decisiveness.

She is like a night owl cultivating alone in the morning light, elegant, agile, and full of power ready to be unleashed.

She was repeatedly attacking a specially made, exceptionally heavy, dark-colored ironwood dummy.

Each strike was clean and swift; when the fingertips, fists, or toes touched the human stake, they produced muffled sounds of "bang," "snap," and "thud," which were particularly clear in the quiet courtyard in the early morning.

Her forehead, temples, and even the back of her neck were already soaked with sweat, clinging to her fair, jade-like skin in clumps. Occasionally, a few beads of sweat would flick out with each vigorous movement, glistening in the morning light.

"That's really something!"

Dai Chengfeng didn't say anything, but sighed inwardly. He then deliberately slowed his steps and walked slowly to the eaves, leaning against a vermilion pillar.

With his arms crossed, he silently watched the black figure soaring up and down in the courtyard, a figure full of power and beauty.

The rising sun slanted over the courtyard wall, casting a pale golden halo over the central area of ​​the courtyard.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure, moving nimbly and dodging, punching and kicking, danced in the dust and light, her sweat glistening, seemingly possessing a breathtaking and sharp beauty.

Dai Chengfeng watched for a while longer until Zhu Zhuqing completed a series of rapid, unpretentious, yet deadly attacks before he finally spoke.

"Let's take a rest."

"You came."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice rang out, as calm and collected as ever, without much emotion or fluctuation, only a slight panting after exercise.

"Hmm." Dai Chengfeng nodded and straightened up from the pillar. "Very hardworking."

"However, the path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation. Don't push yourself too hard, or you'll damage your foundation and suffer more losses than gains."

Zhu Zhuqing slowly withdrew from her stance, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her clear, cold eyes turned to Dai Chengfeng.

The morning light fell on her eyelashes, which were covered with fine beads of sweat, refracting into tiny glimmers of light.

"Your arrival has disrupted my cultivation."

Dai Chengfeng chuckled, walked to the stone table in the courtyard, picked up the clean soft towel draped over the back of the chair, and handed it over naturally.

“I don’t call this a delay, I call it a necessary adjustment.”

"For example, if a string is stretched too tight, it is easy to break."

Zhu Zhuqing took the soft towel, but instead of wiping herself immediately, she looked at him, her tone unusually tinged with a barely perceptible hint of helplessness:

"Crooked."

“These are invaluable words of advice.”

Dai Chengfeng watched as she gently pressed her forehead and neck with a soft towel, the fair curve of her skin standing out against her black training clothes.

The sweat-dampened fabric clung to her back, outlining the clear and beautiful lines of her shoulder blades, rising and falling slightly with her calm breathing.

He looked away and gazed at the solid ironwood dummy, which bore many fresh marks of blows.

"It seems it suffered a lot while I was away."

"It was designed to withstand blows."

Zhu Zhuqing walked to the other side of the stone table and stood across from him, but did not sit down.

"But you, coming back from outside so early?"

Her gaze seemed to unintentionally sweep over him. Dai Chengfeng still carried the fresh scent of morning mist and fallen leaves, but perhaps there was also a trace of...

It was an extremely faint fragrance, unlike the subtle scent of the grass and trees in the courtyard. The fragrance was so faint that it was almost masked by the more distinct morning air. If Zhu Zhuqing had not had an exceptionally keen sense of smell, she would hardly have been able to detect it.

Dai Chengfeng remained calm, poured her a cup of warm water that had been prepared on the stone table, and pushed it towards her.

"I went out for a walk to get some fresh air. The mornings in Wuhun City have a unique charm."

Zhu Zhuqing took the water glass, her fingertips touching the slightly warm glass, but she didn't drink it; she just quietly looked at him.

Dai Chengfeng felt inexplicably guilty under her gaze, touched his nose, and chuckled:
"What, is there something on my face?"

"No."

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes, looking at the slightly swaying water in the cup, and said in a lower voice, "I just feel that the places where you 'breathe' seem to be particularly good at nourishing your spirit."

Dai Chengfeng suddenly leaned forward slightly, closing the distance a little.

This action caused Zhu Zhuqing's fingers gripping the cup to tighten almost imperceptibly, but she did not back down.

“How come you see?”

He lowered his voice, his tone slightly playful, his gaze lingering on her cheeks, flushed with a healthy rosy hue from exercise, and her slightly pursed, beautifully shaped lips.

too close.

I was so close that I could clearly see the fine downy hairs on her face, the slight throbbing of her pulse on the side of her neck, and smell her unique, cool scent mixed with sweat.

The smell wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it had a vibrant life force.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her eyes and met his smiling gaze.

(End of this chapter)