Soul Battle

After claiming the big gift pack, Jia Youcai immediately opened the first top-up screen and unhesitatingly claimed the 1,000-yuan first top-up reward—the Six-Winged Angel.

The Six-Winged Angel offered two choices: transform it into a Holy Angel to gain an additional Martial Soul, or transform it into a Fallen Angel to use it as material for upgrading Dou Hun.

Since the two Martial Souls were of equal quality, having one extra Martial Soul did not seem particularly useful. Jia Youcai decisively chose the latter, planning to properly upgrade his Dou Hun and get at least One Dou Hun first.

After claiming the first top-up reward, Jia Youcai immediately opened the cumulative top-up screen and claimed the Ten Thousand Year Mimic Spirit Ring for a cumulative recharge of 5,000 yuan, along with the Ten Thousand Year left arm spirit bone for a cumulative recharge of yuan.

He steadily placed the Ten Thousand Year Mimic Spirit Ring into the First Spirit Ring slot of his Second Martial Soul, then replaced the Great Saber of his First Martial Soul with the Evil Fire Phoenix.

With that, Jia Youcai's current setup was: Soul Power level 35; his First Martial Soul's Spirit Rings were respectively two thousand years, five thousand years, and one thousand years, while his Second Martial Soul had a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring.

Just as Jia Youcai eagerly opened this Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, something infuriating came into view.

It turned out that Spirit Rings above ten thousand years still needed to be activated! Without activation, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring could only provide half its normal skill-enhancement effect. After activation, it could not only unleash one hundred percent of its power, but also grant additional attribute bonuses.

Reading further, the difference before and after activation for Spirit Rings above fifty thousand years was even more dramatic. One had basic Soul Skills, while the other had upgraded Soul Skills.

Next came the activation requirements for the corresponding durations: ten thousand years required One Dou Hun, twenty thousand years required Two Dou Hun, sixty thousand years required Three Dou Hun, one hundred thousand years required Four Dou Hun, five hundred thousand years required Five Dou Hun, and one million years required Six Dou Hun.

"This is too outrageous! Everything costs money!" Jia Youcai could not help howling.

Without drawing Dou Hun, using Spirit Rings above ten thousand years meant being born inferior to others.

Jia Youcai opened his First Martial Soul again and carefully examined the attributes and enhancements provided by every Dou Hun level.

Put simply, Zero Dou Hun was like a turkey, One Dou Hun was like an Evil Fire Phoenix, Four Dou Hun was comparable to a Fire Phoenix, and Six Dou Hun was a True Fire Phoenix.

After quickly browsing through it, Jia Youcai closed the system. At the same time, frozen time resumed.

Qian Renxue moved like lightning and appeared before Jia Youcai in an instant. With both hands braced against the wall on either side of his body, she trapped him tightly between herself and the wall. Her face was extremely close, and warm yet somewhat eerie breath washed over Jia Youcai's face.

"That's right. I'm her dark side. From now on, you belong only to me. You can only look at me, and you can only love me."

Jia Youcai's eyes widened in shock, while inwardly he rejoiced wildly. Things are already this exciting? Could I really conquer the fortress today? That would be amazing!

Though he was ecstatic inside, he still put on a solemn expression and said, "Xuexue, don't be like this. This is too crazy."

A sickly smile curled across Qian Renxue's lips. She reached out and lightly traced Jia Youcai's cheek with a finger, sliding down along his chin to his neck before gently gripping it. "Crazy? What's wrong with that?"

Jia Youcai felt a chill rise from his neck, and his body began trembling uncontrollably. Still, he was sure it was caused by sheer delight, and alluring scenes of what might happen next could not help surfacing in his mind.

The last time he had reacted like this was when he first watched those "study materials" on his phone.

Finally, finally, finally... can I put it into practice?

Suddenly, Qian Renxue's gaze turned incomparably vicious. She abruptly tightened her fingers and demanded, "Isn't this what you want?"

Jia Youcai's face turned bright red. He desperately tried to pry Qian Renxue's hand away with both hands, but it was useless. "Xuexue, you'll... you'll regret this..."

Before he could finish, Jia Youcai stopped hesitating and pulled her tightly into his embrace, fiercely sucking on her thin lips and exploring the intoxicating sweetness within them.

Playing the gentleman took far too much effort. In a situation like this, if he did not completely let himself go, he would truly be an idiot.

Wasn't there a saying? "To die beneath a peony is to die a happy ghost." Such boldness was true temperament!

Qian Renxue was slightly stunned by Jia Youcai's sudden, intense reaction. She had not expected this guy to have such a bold and proactive side.

It truly... pleased her!

Jia Youcai did not care about any of that. At that moment, he was completely driven by the fervor in his heart. His arms tightly locked around Qian Renxue's waist, as though he wanted to meld her into his body.

Qian Renxue's body trembled slightly in his arms. Her warm body heat passed through their clothes, making Jia Youcai even more excited.

"Xuexue... I..." Jia Youcai murmured indistinctly, his lips still pressed firmly against Qian Renxue's thin lips. He did not miss a single corner, greedily drawing in her sweetness.

Qian Renxue's breathing gradually grew hurried. At first, her hands had instinctively tried to push Jia Youcai away, but at some point, they had quietly wrapped around his neck, responding to his passion.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly scorching, as though an invisible flame were blazing fiercely. Their bodies were tightly entwined, and even the surrounding air was ignited by their burning passion, turning searing hot.

After an unknown amount of time, Jia Youcai finally slowly released Qian Renxue's lips. Their foreheads rested together as they panted heavily.

Qian Renxue slightly raised her head and lifted Jia Youcai's chin with a finger. "You carry an aura I recognize."

Jia Youcai understood at once. His Second Martial Soul—the Six-Winged Fallen Angel Spirit—was the counterpart of the Six-Winged Holy Angel Spirit.

Jia Youcai reached out and gently stroked Qian Renxue's cheek. "Xuexue, from now on, you belong only to me too."

Qian Renxue gave a soft snort and turned her head away, but the slight upward curve of her lips betrayed her mood. "Hmph, you really know how to sweet-talk."

Walking to the bed, she slowly began undoing her clothes.

Seeing this, Jia Youcai immediately hugged her tightly from behind. Although he very, very, very much wanted to, in principle, some things had to wait until he was physically an adult before he could explore them, even if this was only a Virtual World.

Qian Renxue looked at him in confusion. "Why? The raging fire in your body is practically overflowing."

Jia Youcai rested his chin on Qian Renxue's shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and restraint. "Xuexue, some things must wait for the right time. That is true respect for each other. Right now, just holding you like this is enough to satisfy me."

Qian Renxue paused slightly, then laughed softly. Her laughter was as crisp as silver bells, yet carried a trace of seduction. "Oh? I didn't expect you to be a man with principles. But since I'm in a good mood today, I'll indulge you."

With that, she turned around, wrapped both arms around Jia Youcai's neck, and leaned close. The tip of her nose gently brushed against his. "Then let's enjoy this brief tenderness first."

In Jia Youcai's eyes, the color surrounding Qian Renxue gradually faded from deep black, once again blooming into dazzling golden light. Qian Renxue herself also slowly fell unconscious.

Unfortunately, the golden version of her naturally could no longer make those heart-stirring, blood-boiling moves.