Chapter 323

【Where did my lord go?】

【Could he have already entered? But… why didn't I feel anything?】

【And my body hasn't moved either—can't my lord control me?】

【I even took my clothes off earlier, so there's nothing in the way now】

【Should I go look for him? No, my lord told me to lie here】

【The door is closed too, he definitely didn't go out, and even if he did, he wouldn't leave his clothes behind】

【My lord probably wouldn't run around naked like Sister Gu Qing either】

【Should I get up?】

【No, this might be the critical moment. My lord didn't just now say I could get up, so I'll wait a bit longer】

【If my lord never shows up, how long do I have to lie here?】

【At the very least I can definitely last a whole day, any longer than that… maybe I can hold on for 3 days?】

【This time it's my fault for not asking clearly. Next time I must ask more, clarify every possible situation】

【But if I do that, won't my lord find me annoying? He doesn't seem like the talkative type normally—maybe he likes women who are a bit livelier?】

【I don't talk much, but if Lord Zhao Chi asks me, I could chat with him all day long】

【Knife techniques, combat techniques—amazing. I won't sleep tonight, I'll practice more, aim to level up 1 more time】

Thoughts kept surfacing in Qi Yue's mind.

Zhao Chi heard every single one of them clearly.

He kept calling out to Qi Yue in his mind, but it had no effect.

It wasn't until 6 minutes later that Qi Yue finally heard him.

Zhao Chi 【Qi Yue…】

Qi Yue: "Ah? My lord? I'm here! What are your orders? You… where are you?"

Zhao Chi 【Qi Yue, I've already entered. I can't control your body yet. You don't need to open your mouth to speak, we can communicate through our minds】

Qi Yue 【Communicate through our minds? How?】

Zhao Chi 【Just like this. Just think it in your mind】

Qi Yue 【Think it in my mind? My lord?】

Zhao Chi 【Yes, I heard you calling me. That's exactly it】

Qi Yue 【Understood, my lord. What should I do now? Keep lying down?】

Zhao Chi 【Sure, keep lying down. It'll probably be half an hour before I can fully control you. If you're tired, this is a perfect time to grab some sleep】

Qi Yue 【Sleep? Right now?】

Zhao Chi 【Sure】

Qi Yue 【Yes, sir!】

She closed her eyes.

She emptied her mind.

She really was about to fall asleep.

Was it because she was tired, or because of the order? Zhao Chi figured it was the latter.

No more thoughts arose in Qi Yue's mind.

She really fell asleep on his bed very quickly.

This didn't affect Zhao Chi.

During the first skill session, Zhao Chi could control her arms and eyes.

By the second, she could sit up and walk while holding onto the wall.

By the end of the third, basic movements were no longer a problem.

By the fourth, Zhao Chi already could take her along to practice knife techniques in person.

Qi Yue 【……】

Qi Yue 【Huh? Why am I standing here naked?】

Qi Yue 【Oh, right, it's my lord】

Zhao Chi 【Qi Yue, perfect timing—you're awake. Put your clothes on, let's head out. My control over you is still a bit clumsy, but taking you to practice knife techniques is definitely no problem now】

Joy rose in Qi Yue's heart.

【Understood, thank you, my lord】

Soon, piloting Qi Yue, he arrived at the training ground.

In the distance, he saw Gu Qing dancing.

Hands and feet waving, body twisting.

Although her movements were graceful, Zhao Chi had no idea what she was doing.

Only after getting closer did he see she was actually practicing shooting silk threads.

The female soldiers trained in the center of the training ground, while Gu Qing stood far off to the side practicing.

Perhaps she was afraid the sticky threads would interfere with the soldiers' training—after all, spider silk's stickiness doesn't distinguish friend from foe; whoever it touches, sticks.

The ground around her was already covered with a thin layer of red silk web.

Step on it and the sole of your shoe would stick for a moment.

If you were wearing high heels, they'd get stuck off.

Now when Gu Qing treated the injured female soldiers during training, she didn't need to use any healing technique at all.

Her red lips parted slightly, and a substance half spider silk, half silk pulp sprayed out.

Now she sprays very accurately.

If her mouth isn't fast enough, she still has her palms.

In the human body, the sweat glands on the palms are relatively well-developed.

Gu Qing can use her palms to quickly convert blood into silk fluid, shooting red spider silk from both hands.

This way she has two more silk-shooting channels, able to heal or restrain enemies more promptly.

Blood also counts as a bodily fluid.

Blood and life are one thing, but according to her experiments, for Gu Qing they don't seem to be one thing.

When Tang Ruan and the others bleed, their HP will definitely drop.

If Gu Qing bleeds, her HP will drop as well.

But when Gu Qing converts blood into spider silk and sprays it out, her HP doesn't drop.

Gu Qing guesses that before her additionally increased 500% bodily-fluid life is used up, converting life into spider silk won't deduct life.

These details are very fragmented.

But they must be tested clearly in advance.

Even if Gu Qing uses blood to spray red spider silk, the impact on herself isn't great.

Unless the spray volume is too large.

But this situation hasn't occurred yet.

Gu Qing is still twisting.

Red silk flutters from her palms.

There's an inexplicable beauty to it.

She turned her head and saw Qi Yue.

"Little Qi Yue is here? Hm? Is it my lord?"

Zhao Chi smiled: "Yes, how did you know?"

Gu Qing smiled: "Walking so crookedly like that, it must be you, my lord, controlling her."

Zhao Chi nodded: "How is your practice going?"

Gu Qing raised her palm.

"My lord, I can now do 'Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers' — I can instantly heal everyone nearby, but it'll be sticky everywhere."

"What do you mean? You've comprehended a new ability?"

Gu Qing laughed softly:

"Not at all, I was just describing it.

"Mainly, the single sweat glands on my palms are too thin, so the healing effect when shooting is very poor, and the effect of restraining enemies is also very poor.