Chapter 808: Hearing Ling Shuang

At 3 a. m., the night sky was pitch black, but Xu Jingming's bedroom was bathed in light.

On a soft, white bed, naked and limp, Hearing Ling Shuang lay sprawled out.

On her alluring face, marked by a tear-shaped mole, a trace of satisfaction lingered after the frenzy.

After a long while, once she had recovered, Hearing Ling Shuang leaned against Xu Jingming's broad chest.

Xu Jingming pulled her close, his large hands freely caressing, savoring the softness of her body.

"Jingming, you must have noticed, right?"

"Xia Lan actually has feelings for you—if you like her too, I really don't mind."

Hearing Ling Shuang wrapped her arms around Xu Jingming's neck, her snowy, full curves pressed fully against his chest.

"Xia Lan? I have no interest in her," Xu Jingming shook his head.

Xia Lan may be beautiful, but outside of Myanmar, she's had almost no contact with me—there's no question of liking her.

"Really? I thought you'd like the teacher-student dynamic."

Hearing Ling Shuang blinked her clear, large eyes, feigning surprise.

"Teacher-student? Where did you pick up such wolfish words?" Xu Jingming's forehead darkened; he reached out and slapped her hard.

Hearing Ling Shuang gasped softly, her body trembling slightly: "It's Jiang Chu Xuan who taught me this."

"Jiang Chu Xuan?"

Xu Jingming's eyebrows lifted. "Looks like I need to properly deal with her next time we go back."

How pure Hearing Ling Shuang used to be—now she's been corrupted.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Xu Jingming asked, puzzled.

"Nothing much—just today I noticed Xia Lan's expression seemed off, so I wanted to ask."

Hearing Ling Shuang spoke with a hint of guilt.

She was lying.

In truth, she had realized Xu Jingming's physique was growing stronger—even she was beginning to struggle to endure him.

Just now, she had even rolled her eyes several times.

That's why she wanted to find someone to share the burden.

But after thinking it over, Xia Lan was only a fifth-rank ability user—even if they teamed up, it would be useless.

"Given Jingming's current physique, only an eighth-rank peak—or even a ninth-rank ability user—could possibly withstand him?"

Looking at Xu Jingming's well-proportioned muscles, faintly radiating immense power, Hearing Ling Shuang silently thought.

"By the way, any news from the Yer Realm?" Xu Jingming asked.

Hearing Ling Shuang pulled her wandering thoughts back and replied:

"I was just about to tell you—word has come that the Yer Realm may open within the next few days.

You'd better not enter the Wild Zone anymore; we might depart at any moment."

"Understood."

Xu Jingming nodded. "Have we finalized our expedition team for the Thunder Sect?"

"Yes. Including you and me, there are six people total."

Hearing Ling Shuang replied softly.

"Only six? Didn't we plan to send ten for the Sect Exchange Tournament?"

Xu Jingming frowned.

"This time is different. Previously, it was a tournament format; this time it's inside the Yer Realm.

The Yer Realm limits entry: each of the six major powers of Blue Star, including Great Xia, can send only thirty people.

Great Xia has other strong cultivators entering the Yer Realm too, so our Thunder Sect's slots were cut down to six.

It's not just us—the Bear Fury Sect's slots were reduced to six as well."

Hearing Ling Shuang replied.

"I see. Still, six slots should be enough."

Xu Jingming nodded slightly and asked further: "Has the global Sect Exchange Tournament announced how the winner will be decided?"

"Not yet."

Hearing Ling Shuang shook her head. "But I expect they'll hold a meeting to announce it within the next few days."

As Hearing Ling Shuang had said.

The next day, they received a notification that a discussion on entering the Yer Realm would be held at 9 p. m. in the virtual world.

More than an hour before 9 p. m., Xu Jingming and Hearing Ling Shuang entered the virtual world early.

This wasn't because they had nothing better to do—it was to fulfill yesterday's promise and test who was stronger.

The result was unquestionable: whether in physical strength, neural reaction speed, or when activated, Lei Ting's overwhelming dominance over Hearing Ling Shuang was total.

But it was only dominance—space ability was simply too monstrous.

At every critical moment of life or death, Hearing Ling Shuang could effortlessly teleport away using her ability.

"To kill you, you must strike before your space ability activates.

But that window is too short—even less than 0.01 seconds.

Even a lower-tier ninth-rank probably can't seize that chance; you'd need at least a mid-tier ninth-rank."

In the virtual arena, Xu Jingming hovered motionless in midair, his thunder dragon wings spread, his body wreathed in golden lightning, and shook his head.

Not far away stood Hearing Ling Shuang's slender figure.

She proudly thrust out her ample chest, hands on her hips, and said triumphantly:

"Of course—otherwise space ability wouldn't be so rare."

"Forget it, I'll switch opponents. Yiwa, give me an A-rank, ninth-tier lower Wu Sheng."

"Understood."

In merely the span of a single breath, a figure radiating a violent aura slowly materialized several hundred meters away and charged toward Xu Jingming.

Back when he had just returned to Dayangzhou, Xu Jingming had already tried sparring with a ninth-tier ability user.

And the result was, without question, an instant kill — he couldn't even see how the opponent had struck.

Even when he pulled the distance apart, that ninth-tier Wu Sheng could still catch up.

This time, having broken through to seventh-tier upper, Xu Jingming's strength had surged, and he could finally see how the opponent struck!

But it was utterly useless — his body simply couldn't react in time.

Even wearing an SSS-rank battle suit, activating Lei Lei Bao Tai and the Abyss Thunder Armor.

The Wu Sheng's blade-light flashed, and he was instantly killed all the same.

The second time, Xu Jingming deliberately widened the distance between himself and that ninth-tier Wu Sheng.

He used long-range spell-type combat techniques to bombard him, but it was still useless.

A ninth-tier Wu Sheng with a Qi-Blood Shield activated was like having an invincibility buff.

The once-formidable SS-rank Doushen Shenlei couldn't inflict even a shred of damage.

In the end, he could only be slain by the Wu Sheng.

"Ninth-tier ability users are too terrifying. I broke through from seventh-tier mid to seventh-tier upper, thinking I'd gotten considerably stronger.

But I can only just barely see his movements — I can't even manage a close-quarters counterattack!

Long-range, I can launch attacks, but I can't deal any damage at all..."

After yet another death, Xu Jingming listlessly canceled his arena opponent.

The gap was too vast; continuing to fight would yield no training effect whatsoever.