Chapter 342: The Contrasting Zheng Xuelan

Entering the Emptiness Bright Realm doubles one's strength, but the consumption of mental power is terrifyingly high—every minute and second one remains in a state of full mental power activation......

However, this time's harvest was also great—after slaying a Lord‑level Evil Dragon, the reward was nearly three hundred red crystal chunks, and the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword should be able to upgrade to level ten.

Lu Jing washed while thinking about things.

The water flowing from his body gradually turned from transparent to gray, then gathered into black dirty water that dripped onto the bathroom floor.

He was really filthy—being struck by the evil dragon from the air to the opposite side was no different from letting Lu Jing roll around in the mud.

Lu Jing somewhat disliked himself, picking up the body wash that he normally wouldn't use and splashing it on himself.

Usually, he just used soap to rinse off quickly, really disliking the slippery feeling after using body wash.

Unfortunately, the dormitory assigned by the military district only provided body wash.

Just as Lu Jing hummed a song while scrubbing, Zheng Xuelan's voice came from outside the door.

"Sir, may I borrow your bathroom for a moment? My room has no place to bathe......"

"Sure, wait until I finish."

Lu Jing agreed without much thought, saying, "By the way, don't keep calling me sir; just call me Lu Jing."

Zheng Xuelan's respectful tone made Lu Jing feel odd.

"Okay, sir, I understand!"

Zheng Xuelan replied in a somewhat dazed and cute manner.

After rinsing off the rich foam of the body wash, Lu Jing repeatedly washed several times, finally reducing that slippery feeling considerably.

Extending his mental power outward, Lu Jing saw Zheng Xuelan holding a basket and waiting outside.

This big sister is really anxious......

"Zheng Xuelan, wait a moment—don't come in without my permission."

Lu Jing shouted toward the outside.

For easier management, the military district's dormitory doors lack a deadbolt, so they can be easily opened from outside.

After stepping out of the bathroom, Lu Jing casually grabbed a towel from the rack and wiped his body.

The full‑length mirror at the bathroom doorway revealed his perfect masculine physique.

His skin was white as jade; even a girl looking at it would feel inferior.

His streamlined muscle lines were extremely perfect.

Taken together, he lacked the weak, feeble look of a pretty boy; instead, he resembled a chiseled ancient Roman statue, perfectly displaying masculine beauty and strength.

After a quick wipe, Lu Jing tossed the towel aside.

Then he circulated his blood qi within; the residual moisture on his skin vanished, and waves of steam rose.

Pa—

He opened the wardrobe; inside, several pieces of clothing hung neatly.

One set of deep‑green military uniform was especially eye‑catching.

This set of military uniform was given to him by Situjun after the last commendation ceremony.

Lu Jing thought it over, but still didn't wear that uniform; instead, he casually grabbed a set of black combat attire.

After all, his combat frequency is high, his clothes wear out quickly, and ruining the military uniform would require going through procedures to reapply—a real hassle.

Once dressed, Lu Jing pushed the door open and went out.

Zheng Xuelan was leaning against the wall, wondering what she was thinking.

"Are you done?"

Seeing Lu Jing come out, Zheng Xuelan's face lit up with delight.

She then stared blankly at Lu Jing for a while, light flickering in her eyes.

After a moment, she lowered her head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I'll go in to wash up; I'll be quick."

Having said that, she dove straight into the bathroom.

Lu Jing also didn't think much, simply organizing his recent gains outside.

But he seriously underestimated women's ability to leave marks.

Although she said "just a moment," she actually washed for nearly fifty minutes before finally coming out of the room.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting so long......"

At this moment, Zheng Xuelan had changed clothes; her dirty combat uniform was stuffed into the basket, and she now wore a tight leather jacket, a leather mini‑skirt, and high heels.

She had switched from combat mode to leisure mode.

Needless to say, this black leather mini‑skirt is extremely sexy, showing off her long legs and hot figure to full effect.

In this world, female martial artists basically all have good figures.

After all, they train intensely every day, so their bodies are all solid tendon meat.

Lu Jing also didn't pay much attention to her, preparing to return to his room to rest.

But Zheng Xuelan suddenly called out to him, "Lu Jing, want to go out together for a meal?"

Lu Jing pondered for a moment; after fighting so long, he was indeed a bit hungry.

"Let's go, let's eat together at the cafeteria."

"Hehe, okay!"

Zheng Xuelan hehe‑laughed and walked beside Lu Jing toward the cafeteria.

Along the way, Zheng Xuelan chatted enthusiastically, while Lu Jing responded intermittently.

Whether intentional or not, Zheng Xuelan's body kept drawing closer, almost pressing against Lu Jing.

Lu Jing wasn't a saint either; at his age of vigorous blood and energy, being tempted by a fiery‑bodied sexy girl inevitably sparked some other thoughts in his mind.

"Zheng Xuelan, how old are you this year?"

Lu Jing glanced at Zheng Xuelan and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Me? You guess?"

Zheng Xuelan blinked her eyes, not answering directly.

"Thirty?"

Lu Jing guessed.

"Haha, how could I be that young!"

Zheng Xuelan smiled, pursing her lips, and said: "Sister is almost sixty this year; what about you, judging by your appearance, you probably aren't over thirty, right?"

"Eh, indeed not thirty......"

Lu Jing felt a bit embarrassed, not expecting the other person to be so old.

The evil fire that had just risen in his body instantly vanished without a trace.

The stronger a martial artist is, the slower their appearance ages; Zheng Xuelan looks only slightly more mature than him, but her actual age is ten years older than Feng Qinru......

"Forget it, better not have such thoughts, in case that Sword Martial God finds out......"

Lu Jing flashed an image of Ran Jianfeng wanting to take him as a son-in-law.

"No, I didn't promise him, and Ranqingmo isn't my girlfriend, why would I be afraid of him finding out?"

Lu Jing suddenly realized.

"What's wrong, Lu Jing, what are you thinking about?"

Zheng Xuelan noticed Lu Jing's oddness, stepped forward and actively wrapped her arms around his arm.

Lu Jing instantly felt a soft pair pressing against him.

This woman is really bold.

Lu Jing was somewhat speechless; when they first met, he kept calling her "adult" with a very respectful attitude, which compared to now can be said to be a stark contrast.

This is the benefit of great strength; in a world where the strong are revered, most women admire strength.

Many women who practice martial arts do not aim to go to the battlefield to kill enemies, but to be able to contact higher-quality men, so they can rise rapidly and change their social standing.

"Nothing, just thinking about what to eat today."

Lu Jing smiled, didn't pull his hand out, and let Zheng Xuelan hold his hand against her chest, squeezing it.

Evening.

Lu Jing returned to the dormitory and opened the enhancement slot.

Today he wants to upgrade the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword to level ten, to see what new changes will appear.