Huo Yutong and Wang Dong'er exchanged a glance.
Confusion reflected in both their eyes.
An Zhen (Big Brother) knows so much.
A visitor from another world.
A million-year soul beast that could fight evenly with a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
"Hey!"
"Stop right there, you brat!"
Barrier. Silence.
The world instantly fell quiet.
Considering Tian Meng Ice Silkworm's significance to Huo Yutong, An Zhen refrained from using "tortoise-shell bind."
He allocated a space for Yi Laike.
Land nurtures people; people nurture land.
For Yi Laike, this high-tier world was exceptional—not only due to its pure natural energy but also because its influence greatly aided the restoration of his divine consciousness.
"A pity I don't recall the Eternal Tower's interior, or I'd recreate it to make you feel truly at home."
"You know me well, boy?"
A hoarse voice echoed. Yi Laike couldn't fathom how a youth from another world seemed to understand him deeply.
"Your reputation precedes you, though we've never met."
"Since you claim to know me, state your wish."
"An elder at home is a treasure." The boy's乖巧 (well-behaved) face brightened as he approached. "I wish to become your disciple."
Inheritance of necromancy.
The Necromancer's demiplane.
Guidance from a master.
Irresistible.
The ability to create a demiplane alone surpassed most deities—Yi Laike's past world had limited him.
"I recall taking a disciple once." The gray sphere sighed nostalgically. "Very well, I accept you."
Yi Laike was intrigued by An Zhen—this pocket dimension, the boy's knowledge of his forgotten past, and his familiarity with the "giant insect" (Tian Meng).
Fascinating.
Without Yi Laike, Wang Dong and Yu Tong were outnumbered three to two.
But since Yi Laike had never fused with the Sea God Trident, the difference might be negligible.
As the two girls embraced, four radiant lights—gold, white, ice-blue, and dark gold—illuminated them.
"Seems smooth."
Unlike the original plot, Wang Dong'er's Sea God Trident glow didn't activate, and Tian Meng hadn't intervened. Perhaps their higher soul power granted better control.
Regardless, success was all that mattered.
"Damn! Their soul power compatibility is insane!" The lazy beauty (Tian Meng) gasped.
Thwack!
An Zhen's palm struck, amplifying Tian Meng's pain.
Her voluptuous hips trembled.
"No foul language. You'll corrupt Yu Tong."
"Fight me outside! I'd crush you with one finger!" Tian Meng raged helplessly—trapped in his world, she was powerless.
Hmph.
"Aaaaaah!"
An Zhen silenced her.
Infusing his soul power into the girls, two distinct energies cycled until they merged seamlessly. At the critical moment, the blue-haired girl's eyes snapped open, radiating gold. Butterfly wings unfurled behind Wang Dong'er.
Replicate!
An Zhen prepared to "copy" the technique.
A giant golden eye materialized behind Huo Yutong, tinged with violet. A resplendent Butterfly of Light spread its wings behind Wang Dong'er, wreathed in blue-gold flames like a moth embracing fire. As the butterfly vanished, the violet eye blazed with azure light, gathering energy until—BOOM!—a tri-colored beam (blue/gold/violet) erupted.
An Zhen refreshed the girls' exhausted soul power, holding them as they panted in his arms.
"Big Brother, we succeeded!"
"A Martial Soul Fusion Technique!"
Their faces glowed with excitement.
"A linear attack that can strip souls or martial souls temporarily," An Zhen explained. "Name it."
Leaning against his chest, they brainstormed.
"How about... The Path of Gold: Withering Amidst Radiance?" Wang Dong'er suggested, eyeing the golden residue on the sea.
"Perfect!" Huo Yutong agreed.
"And the merged soul power? It boosts cultivation speed."
"Call it... Dong-Tong Power?"
"Yes!"
They beamed like children with new toys.
With virtual-world buffs, idle training, innate talent, and Dong-Tong Power...
Slacking off will let these girls surpass me.
An Zhen sought advice from his new teacher on "The Great Awakening". The master's insights into soul and consciousness were revelatory.
Senior's "skills" kept improving.
"I'm growing dependent on you, Senior."
Zhang Lexuan's gentle demeanor now carried a mature allure. Her high-neck white sweater strained over ample curves, while sheer black stockings traced the lines of her hips under a pencil skirt.
Thank goodness for stamina refresh—otherwise, my body couldn't handle this.
Gulp.
The black-haired beauty tilted her pale neck.
Flushed and practiced, the senior helped An Zhen dress.
"Don't you crave this, An Zhen?"
"Senior..."
"Mmm..." Zhang Lexuan flushed deeper.
Taboo sensations electrified her.
After watching An Zhen leave, she tidied the room. Moments later, she slipped out of the boys' dorm. Standing behind a silver-haired elder near the building, she observed a tender scene:
A scholarly young man smiled beside the elder while a black-haired girl in a ponytail shared stories, drawing joyful laughter from the old man.
A portrait of familial warmth.
(End of Chapter)