At night, a light drizzle was falling from the sky.
Outside Suotuo City, in a desolate little village, the weeds were overgrown, and a few broken houses stood defiantly.
"Whoosh~"
A fierce wind suddenly attacked, and the old doors of the houses creaked loudly.
With a loud "bang," the next moment, a huge white tiger descended from the sky like a god, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"This is the place." The white tiger looked around and let out a powerful tiger's roar.
"How do I deactivate this fusion skill?" The white tiger stretched out its claws, looked at them with confusion, and then sat down on the ground.
"In the original work, although Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's martial soul fusion skill was powerful, its duration was not long, only about ten minutes or so. I'll just wait."
Gradually, time ticked by.
Ten minutes...
Thirty minutes...
One hour...
"Yawn~"
The white tiger let out a very human-like yawn. Looking at the faint glimmer of dawn on the horizon, it exclaimed, "Holy crap, it's already dawn!"
At this moment, a wave of weakness washed over it, and the white tiger's figure suddenly dissipated.
In mid-air, two figures slowly appeared.
Lu Feng landed steadily on the ground, but the next moment, a soft body slammed into him. Lu Feng felt his legs go weak, and he instantly fell to the ground.
"Ouch, my old back!"
Lu Feng felt his ribs being hit by Zhu Zhuqing's knee, and his whole body instantly went sore.
Although he could feel the softness pressing against his chest, at this moment, he had no time to savor it.
Looking at the beautiful face so close to him, feeling the warm breath exhaled from her nostrils, Lu Feng wanted to flip over but found that he couldn't muster any strength.
"Mmm~"
A soft groan was heard, and Zhu Zhuqing's eyebrows moved slightly.
In a daze, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Lu Feng pinned beneath her.
A resolute and exquisite face, bright and spirited eyes, his features carrying a trace of a young man's unique coldness, like a drawn sword, its sharp edge exposed, soaring straight to the sky.
Feeling the heavy breath exhaled from his nostrils, Zhu Zhuqing's mind immediately became a little hazy, and her eyes also became dazed.
"Good morning!" Lu Feng looked at the dazed Zhu Zhuqing and smiled faintly.
"Ah!" Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed.
A scalding heat instantly rushed from her neck to her cheeks. Her long eyelashes trembled rapidly like frightened butterflies. Her delicate face was now so red it looked as if it could bleed.
She eagerly wanted to get up but felt that her body had no strength. Her fumbling appearance looked as if she were randomly groping Lu Feng.
After a long time, the two finally climbed up from the ground.
They looked at each other, and then simultaneously shifted their gazes away. Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, her head almost buried in her chest.
"Ahem," Lu Feng coughed lightly. "How about we get something to eat first?"
"Mm," Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
Inside a broken house.
The room looked somewhat old, with dim walls, a hole in the roof, and a few chairs covered in spider webs, but it was barely habitable.
Lu Feng sat quietly, roasting over a fire. His movements were skilled and steady, and he continuously turned several skewers of meat in his hands. The leaping flames reflected on his face, adding a touch of warmth to him.
Zhu Zhuqing sat to the side, hugging her legs tightly.
Her clothes were a bit messy, and her hair hung loosely. She stared quietly at the dancing fire, her eyes empty, her thoughts unknown.
For a moment, the scene fell into silence.
At this moment, Lu Feng was roasting a skewer of rabbit meat. A rich, meaty aroma gradually wafted out.
"Eat," Lu Feng said softly, handing the meat skewer to Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing was slightly stunned, then slowly reached out, took the meat skewer, and took a small bite.
At this time, her heart was in a mess.
"How could I have a martial soul fusion skill with him? Doesn't this skill require a mutual connection of hearts?" Zhu Zhuqing wondered to herself.
A martial soul fusion skill was not that easy.
There were many members in the Dai and Zhu families, but there were not many pairs who could use the fusion skill.
The two martial souls complementing each other was just the most basic requirement.
More importantly, it also required specific internal arts, techniques, and methods of circulating soul power.
Especially emotional resonance.
Therefore, the practitioners of martial soul fusion skills were mostly brothers, sisters, or couples.
Zhu Zhuqing had originally thought that it was over between her and Dai Mubai. Therefore, she had long since stopped practicing those auxiliary internal arts.
"He should have twin martial souls, right?"
Zhu Zhuqing recalled the scene when she had first met Lu Feng. Her Hell Civet martial soul had indeed sensed something at that time.
In fact, she had even mistaken him for someone else back then, which had led to a misunderstanding.
"I didn't expect that our first attempt would be successful."
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but secretly raise her head and glance at Lu Feng. The other's face looked particularly handsome in the reflection of the firelight.
"It seems... not bad either."
Such a thought suddenly flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's mind.
Immediately, she was startled by her own thoughts, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
"However, if the family finds out that I can use a fusion skill with someone else... the family probably won't have any objections, but it's hard to say for the imperial family's side..."
"He has twin martial souls and a great future. He shouldn't be dragged into this vortex with me."
For a moment, Zhu Zhuqing felt a little lost.
Unknowingly, one meat skewer was finished, and Lu Feng handed another one to Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up slightly, her eyes flashing with an imperceptible softness as she looked at the meat skewer in Lu Feng's hand, and she took it very naturally.
On the other side, Lu Feng was also thinking about the martial soul fusion skill.
"My White Tiger martial soul came from Dai Mubai. It's plausible that it can fuse with Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Civet martial soul."
"But..."
Lu Feng's eyes narrowed. He had never felt that strange sensation between martial souls from Zhu Zhuqing.
"My martial soul fusion with her did not come from the White Tiger martial soul's induction, but from an external factor."
"The Light Attribute!"
Inside the broken house, the firelight flickered, illuminating the figures of the two.
"Could it be... when I was detoxifying her?" Lu Feng's thoughts gradually became clear.
"The original work mentioned that martial soul fusion skills can be roughly divided into two types. One is the union of the strong, creating a completely new martial soul form and attack method, such as the fusion skill of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo."
"The second type is when a certain low-level martial soul, with the assistance of other martial souls, upgrades to a higher-level martial soul. For example, the Star Luo Dai family's Nether White Tiger, and the Golden Iron Triangle's Golden Saint Dragon."
Lu Feng gradually understood the mystery.
His fusion skill with Zhu Zhuqing was not purely driven by martial soul instinct. In fact, his White Tiger martial soul was already on the path of evolution and did not need any assistance.
"However..."
Lu Feng looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was lowering her head and taking small bites of the meat skewer, and a cunning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You've eaten my meat skewer, and you still think you can run?"