By the ti Qian Renxue had recovered, the two of them were already lying on the floor.
Qian Renxue leaned against Lin Feng’s chest, her cheeks no longer flushed. She casually nuzzled against him, greedily inhaling his scent. Her hands rested on either side of Lin Feng’s shoulders as she looked down at him, her blue eyes locked onto his.
"Xiao Feng, you’re amazing. I can feel that my physical strength has improved a bit.
Once we finish using that whale glue, I’ll definitely be able to absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring."
Lin Feng, with his arm around Qian Renxue’s slender waist, smiled:
"Just relying on whale glue, I wouldn’t dare let you absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring.
Rember what I told you? Once a soul beast reaches ten thousand years, it develops self-awareness, and its soul ring carries remnants of its consciousness after death.
Physical enhancent alone isn’t enough. You need to absorb those two immortal-grade herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well first. Only then will I feel comfortable letting you absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring."
During the sowhat painful process of refining the body with ice and fire, one’s spiritual power would grow significantly.
"Oh~"
Qian Renxue smiled sweetly, twirling a strand of her hair and brushing it against Lin Feng’s nose.
"Then we’ll have to go together. Only with you by my side can I endure it."
"It’s not that serious. The process will only be slightly painful for you.
With your talent, the enhancent from the ten-thousand-year whale glue, and the nourishnt your ridians have received from my Innate Treasure Pearl over the years, the difficulty of refining your body with ice and fire won’t be a problem for you."
Qian Renxue lifted her head proudly:
"So what? I just like having you with .
With Xiao Feng by my side, I’m not afraid of anything, hmph."
"Xue’er..."
"Hmm."
Soft, tender, smooth, and silky—today’s flavor was cherry...
Just as their lips were about to et, and Qian Renxue was about to take things further, a cough ca from outside the room:
"Young master, it’s ti for your disguise practice."
Qian Renxue opened her eyes, a flash of annoyance in them. Seeing Lin Feng’s teasing gaze, she felt even more embarrassed.
It must be the lingering effects of the whale glue!
She pulled her hand out from Lin Feng’s collar, where she had just slipped it in.
Her jade-like lips lightly kissed Lin Feng’s cheek before she stood up and walked toward the door.
"I’ll co find you tonight."
Opening the door, she shot an annoyed glance at the Chrysanthemum Douluo and huffed, "Let’s go."
The Chrysanthemum Douluo pretended not to notice, feeling sowhat helpless.
The Grand Worship had tasked him with secretly watching over the two, ensuring they didn’t cross any boundaries.
Even though he had tacitly approved of their relationship, he was still worried that his precious cabbage (Qian Renxue) might be taken by Lin Feng. Little did he know, the cabbage was actively leaning toward him.
It wasn’t likely that the two would do anything too inappropriate. After all, at his age, he hadn’t even had any physical reactions yet.
The problem was that he was stuck in the middle. He couldn’t offend the young master, and he certainly couldn’t defy the Grand Worship’s will. On top of that, he couldn’t afford to upset Lin Feng either, since his immortal-grade herbs depended on him.
Wait, that ant he was caught between three parties. No, actually, those two were practically one family now, right?...
The Chrysanthemum Douluo’s mind was a ss as he followed Qian Renxue to the training area.
Watching them leave, Lin Feng sat cross-legged, deep in thought.
Do I actually like being passive? It seems like every ti, Qian Renxue takes the first step, and I just respond.
Thinking back to his interactions with Ling Yuan—holding hands, resting his head on her lap—it seed the sa.
Do I actually enjoy this feeling?
He quickly shook his head.
No way, absolutely not!
A true man stands tall between heaven and earth. How could I be content staying passive?
Next ti, I’ll definitely take the lead. I’m not like Huo Yuhao, who has a tendency to be submissive.
"That’s right, I definitely don’t like that feeling."
Pursing his lips, Lin Feng nodded solemnly and walked out of the room.
Back in his own room, Lin Feng picked up a brush and began writing about the second path.
During the process of forming his second soul ridian, Lin Feng had gained a deeper understanding of soul rings.
A large amount of soul power, combined with the laws of the world, allows a unique martial soul to extract the part of the law that suits it best, giving birth to a soul skill.
This was Lin Feng’s current understanding. Although the soul ring had transford into a soul ridian, the fundantal law that suited him best still existed.
Therefore, he could still use soul skills. At the sa ti, without the restrictions of the soul ring, the soul ridian could be further enhanced.
From this perspective, the soul ring was both a container and a limiter.
"By reorganizing the fundantal laws within myself, I’ve fundantally diverged from the current soul master cultivation system.
From the mont a martial soul is born, it is a projection of the self. By the ti one reaches the Soul Sage level and can unleash the martial soul’s true form, it is still a temporary fusion, with the martial soul as the main body.
I’ve already absorbed the soul ring into myself. The martial soul should be the sa—the Innate Treasure Pearl.
Using it as a guide, I will return to the origin and reshape my innate self!"
Lin Feng’s eyes grew brighter as he wrote down his research.
Outside the window, the chirping of young birds could be heard, and a gentle breeze ruffled the young man’s hair.
...
"Lingling, call her Auntie Ling Yuan."
"Sister Ling Yuan~" The soft voice carried a childlike playfulness.
Ye Lingling looked curiously at Ling Yuan. She hadn’t seen this big sister before...
Ling Yuan smiled warmly, bending down to pat Ye Lingling’s little head.
"Lingling~ What’s going on? You call her auntie but call sister?"
Ye Lingling blinked, tilting her head. "But you are my auntie."
She looked up and whispered:
"And Mommy said that if a sister has a really~ big chest, you should call her auntie."
Ye Wanqing was speechless. What on earth had her sister been teaching Lingling? This was natural talent, not sothing she could control...
Ugh, what am I even thinking? My sister really talks nonsense.
Ye Wanqing crouched down and patiently explained:
"Lingling, this has nothing to do with how you address people.
From now on, rember, when you see a beautiful sister like us, never call her auntie. Always call her sister, okay?"
"Lingling understands now."
Ling Yuan rolled her eyes at Ye Wanqing and sent a ntal ssage: "What did you an by that earlier?"
Ye Wanqing ignored her and took Ye Lingling’s hand. "Let’s go find your mom."
In the reception hall, Ye Lingling’s parents exchanged a glance.
They smiled at each other and eagerly pulled Ling Yuan over, sitting her down on a chair close to them.
Ye Lingling’s mother gently held Ling Yuan’s hand and smiled:
"Little Yuan, this is a good thing. Look at Wanqing—she’s still acting like a child. How can that be?
The other day, she was fighting with Lingling over candy. It’s so embarrassing."
Ye Wanqing’s face darkened, her eyes darting around.
"Listen to , be bold and go for it.
Your brother-in-law is six years younger than , and back then, he was just as reserved as a girl.
With your charm, you don’t need so many tricks. Be proactive and get closer to him.
When he starts to respond, strike while the iron is hot and drown him in your tenderness."
Ling Yuan’s face turned red, embarrassed by Ye Lingling’s mother’s words.
"I’ll explain the details to you later."
Ling Yuan lowered her head and softly replied, "Okay."
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