Zhu Zhuqing? Let's Fuse!

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

Five years later.

Balak Kingdom, Suotuo City.

Two boys and a girl entered the city gates.

They all looked to be around twelve or thirteen.

The girl was playful and adorable, dressed head to toe in pink and brimming with energy.

The tall boy whose arm she held was muscular, handsome, and refined, his long hair flowing around him.

The shorter boy trailing behind was fairly handsome too.

But compared to the pair in front of him, he fell far short.

At such a young age,

he already had a streak of white hair on his forehead, making him seem old.

He looked like a servant.

They were none other than Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, and Tang San.

"We're finally here!" Xiao Wu complained. "That Grandmaster sure knows how to fool people. He insisted we come all this way to study!"

Tang Lan glanced at Tang San, looking as if he wanted to say something but held back.

"Xiao Wu." Tang Lan scolded, "Grandmaster is Little Sanzi's teacher now, after all. If you badmouth him like that, you'll put Little Sanzi in an awkward position."

Grandmaster and Tang San had still ended up together last year.

What could he say? A dog couldn't change its habit of eating shit.

Tang Lan had no way around it.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue at Tang Lan, then skipped away.

As for Tang San?

They were not close.

"Sorry, Little Sanzi." Tang Lan apologized. "I've spoiled Xiao Wu too much. Her personality is just..."

"I understand." Tang San waved a hand. "If Teacher hadn't forced me to enroll at Shrek Academy, Brother, you wouldn't have brought Xiao Wu here with me."

Tang Lan merely smiled.

"You're my little brother. I wouldn't feel at ease with you so far away from me."

"And there was a problem with your cultivation of the Undying Imprint Technique. If it flares up, I'll have to suppress it."

Tang San's face turned awkward at that.

He had practiced the Undying Imprint Technique for six years. Who would have thought it would end up like this?

He quickly changed the subject. "Today happens to be the day to collect Gold Soul Coins from Spirit Hall. I'll head over first."

Then he hurriedly fled the scene.

Watching Tang San's retreating back, Tang Lan clicked his tongue in amazement.

He really was the child of destiny, blessed with peerless fortune!

He had practiced the Undying Imprint Technique backward and somehow actually made something of it.

Though he could not transform death energy into life energy, he could transform life energy into death energy.

In other words, he could overdraw his own vitality and potential in exchange for an explosive increase in combat strength.

That streak of white hair on his head was the result of that overdraft.

Well.

This could not even be called a lucky opportunity. It was more of a disaster.

When Tang San succeeded in cultivating it, the system had rewarded Tang Lan with a full thousand years added to his Soul Ring Upper Limit!

Tang Lan could replenish the vitality Tang San overdrew with the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

But Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill Inner Force would inevitably become tainted by the Nine Yang Divine Skill's Inner Force.

His cultivation would regress by at least half a month.

And Tang Lan had no way to replenish the potential Tang San overdrew.

What a massive loss!

I'll have to find more chances in the future to put Tang San in danger, forcing him to use that bootleg Undying Imprint Technique.

It damages his body, cultivation, and foundation. Every time he uses it, I get a reward!

Just as he was mulling it over,

they passed a small alley, where several heavy impacts rang out from inside.

Tang Lan stopped and looked over.

A cool, aloof girl emerged, her long black hair draped over her shoulders and making her fair skin seem to glow.

What drew the eye most,

was her full, voluptuous figure. She looked only a little over ten years old, yet she was riper than a peach.

Paired with that beautiful but indifferent face, she inspired an uncontrollable urge to conquer her.

Was this...

Zhu Zhuqing?

Running into her here,

was it Tang Lan's good luck, or her bad luck?

"Move." Zhu Zhuqing said coldly. "Or are you with them?"

Tang Lan glanced into the alley.

Several crooked-looking men lay sprawled all over the ground.

They were clearly street thugs who had tried to harass Zhu Zhuqing and gotten beaten down.

"Have you ever seen such a handsome hooligan?" Tang Lan chuckled. "Beauty, from the first moment I saw you, I had a feeling we'd be a perfect match."

Zhu Zhuqing swept a cold gaze over him, her eyes carrying a deathly stillness.

It sent a shiver through him.

She had intended to attack at once and send this lecherous bastard flying.

But suddenly!

Zhu Zhuqing sensed a powerful attraction coming from Tang Lan.

It was as if

the two of them were a complementary pair?

"Oh? Looks like you sensed it too?" Tang Lan smiled.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, her willow brows knitting together.

What was going on?

Tang Lan was in no hurry.

A hidden effect of Spirit Bestowal was that the recipient would feel the pull of "100% Martial Soul compatibility."

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing question her entire life,

Tang Lan considered

whether he should summon his Martial Soul and fuse with her right here.

"Hm?"

A figure entered his ever-active Blue Silver Domain.

Tang Lan turned to look.

A middle-aged man with a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks stood blocking the alley entrance.

He looked to be around forty, barely over 1.6 meters tall, dressed in torn boxers and a pair of flip-flops.

He stared fixedly at Zhu Zhuqing, drool spilling from his mouth on its own.

"A baby face with huge tits! Top quality! Absolute top quality!"

"Little miss, come with Lord Bu Le. I guarantee you'll feel so good you'll soar to heaven!"

Zhu Zhuqing answered with a look of disgust.

"Get lost!"

Bu Le did not get angry.

He directly activated his Martial Soul. A pink bra appeared on his head, surprisingly suiting his sleazy temperament.

But the four soul rings rising beneath his feet—white, yellow, yellow, and purple—made Zhu Zhuqing's expression tighten!

A Four-Ring Soul Grandmaster?!

She was only level 27. She was no match for him at all!

Instinctively,

Zhu Zhuqing looked toward Tang Lan. He was indeed handsome and stood well over 1.7 meters tall.

But judging by his age, he could not be much older than her.

His level could not be above 30.

They were done for!

"How about we give it a try?" Tang Lan said unhurriedly.

Zhu Zhuqing understood that Tang Lan meant the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

But Bu Le misunderstood, giving Tang Lan an approving look.

"You've got some sense, kid. After this lord has had his fun, I can let you have a taste too."

Those filthy words made Zhu Zhuqing's gaze turn completely icy!

She took the initiative to move closer to Tang Lan and gave a slight nod.

She summoned her Martial Soul, a large black cat with a purple glow shimmering across its body.

"Level 27, Hell Spirit Cat."

Tang Lan raised a hand.

A Fiery Red Dagger appeared in his grasp—a form altered through the Blue Silver Domain, a design tailored specifically for Zhu Zhuqing.

The moment it appeared,

it shot impatiently toward Zhu Zhuqing.

At the same time,

Zhu Zhuqing's Hell Spirit Cat possessed her body beyond her control.

One of her eyes turned green and the other blue. Her long, straight black hair naturally fell against her back, while her hands, tipped with clawed cat paws, gripped the Fiery Red Dagger.

Her hand first sank under its weight,

then a powerful force poured into her body, allowing her to hold the Fiery Red Dagger with ease.

That was the Nine Yang Divine Skill Inner Force Tang Lan had infused into the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer, bestowed upon Zhu Zhuqing through Spirit Bestowal.

That surging power captivated Zhu Zhuqing.

It actually worked!

She was familiar with Martial Soul Fusion Skills.

Zhu Zhuqing's family and Dai Mubai's family had inherited the Hell White Tiger from generation to generation.

Yet she had never heard of

Martial Souls resonating with those of other families, much less forming a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

And besides,

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Tang Lan's empty hands, the confusion in her eyes growing deeper.

He had directly given his Martial Soul to someone else, yet received no enhancement himself?

This Martial Soul Fusion Skill was unheard of. It simply defied common sense!

What was this?

Was he just a pure accessory?

Still,

Zhu Zhuqing swung the Fiery Red Dagger, producing a sharp whistle through the air.

The corners of her lips curved upward despite herself.

This Strength Amplification centered on her.

Compared with merging into the Hell White Tiger, it suited her wishes far better!

After that coward fled from their marriage arrangement, she had understood that only strength would never betray her!