Heng Yue

With the materials in hand, Mu Xuanheng did not start forging immediately.

He chose to improve himself first.

"What is the meaning of putting this in front of me?" Gu Yuena asked, looking at the Whale Rubber Mu Xuanheng had handed her.

"Softening it. My fire isn't as hot as yours."

Even while concealing its true intensity, Gu Yuena's flames were still far hotter than his.

As she roasted the Whale Rubber with fire, he cleaned the Sheng Sheng Fruit on the side.

Gu Yuena pinched off a small piece with her delicate fingers and brought it to his lips. Mu Xuanheng didn't think much of it and took a bite.

"You didn't even think to blow on it. It's a good thing I blew on it for you beforehand."

Gu Yuena repeated the process; Mu Xuanheng watched as she pinched off a piece of Whale Rubber, brought it to her lips, and gently blew away the heat before handing it to him.

He plucked a Sheng Sheng Fruit and held it to her lips: "Don't just blow on mine, eat some yourself."

The glow of the flames cast a faint blush on both of their faces.

The Pine Fir Lingzhi, Sheng Sheng Fruit, and ten-thousand-year Whale Rubber were consumed by the two of them before they knew it.

Whale Rubber naturally carried aphrodisiac side effects, and unfortunately, the neutral and mild Pine Fir Lingzhi and Sheng Sheng Fruit only amplified the effect.

A different kind of meaning gradually appeared in their eyes.

"May I step out for a moment?" Mu Xuanheng didn't want her to follow.

"Alright."

The moment he stepped outside, ice and snow covered his body, and Xue Di immediately appeared, enveloping him in cold air.

"Hmph, playing with fire and getting burned. You are now stepping, bit by bit, into the quagmire you spoke of."

Mu Xuanheng took deep breaths of cold air to alleviate the side effects of the Whale Rubber: "Isn't that why I have you? Xue Di, I suddenly really want to hug you."

Xue Di intensified the wind and snow: "There is a beautiful maiden in the room, go hug her. It just so happens she is also carrying the effects of the Whale Rubber."

Xue Di reached out and placed her hand over his heart, the chill quickly dispelling his lust: "I am becoming increasingly curious about who she is."

Inside the room, Gu Yuena sensed the change in temperature outside, blinked, and her lust dissipated: "The acting strategy seems to be working quite well. I need to work a few steps harder to gamble on that promise."

Upon returning, Mu Xuanheng said: "Sorry, I just used ice water to sober up. Are you alright?"

"When you went out, I also cleaned myself with ice water."

Neither of them mentioned the side effects of the ten-thousand-year Whale Rubber; they were simply displaying their own strength.

"Ready to start making the Battle Armor."

"What do you plan to call your armor?"

Mu Xuanheng then explained the naming conventions for Battle Armor to Gu Yuena. He had copied the settings from Legend of the Dragon King entirely.

Gu Yuena pondered for a moment: "You still want to aim for four characters?"

"Is that not possible?"

"Of course it is!"

Mu Xuanheng: "I wonder if wearing one-character Battle Armor during the Soul Fighting tournament will bring shock to the world. Perhaps it can make the war come a little later."

Battle Armor was not a product that belonged to this era; it required mecha to develop first and then slowly evolve.

To push it forward directly with only one or two people, they were the only ones capable of doing so.

One was responsible for providing the ideas, and the other was responsible for the specific implementation.

"Will we be participating in the Soul Fighting tournament as well?"

"We will. The melee for the reserve team is likely already underway."

In the Soul Fighting zone, Xuan Zi had gathered all the core disciples to start his melee.

The difference was that this time, only five people were needed.

"Wait, aren't two people missing? Why aren't Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena here?" Dai Huabin jumped out to play the clown as usual.

When everyone heard Dai Huabin's shout, no one regarded him as a person; he was a pure idiot.

Seeing that no one spoke, he persisted: "Are they unable to participate? Or are they afraid that we will collectively gang up on them?"

The less people paid attention to him, the more he jumped around: "That must be it! Everyone, shout with me: Rigged!"

"Rigged, rigged, rigged." He shouted three times, but no one responded; even his fiancée, Zhu Lu, did not join him in shouting.

He looked around: "Why aren't you shouting? This is rigged, don't you know that?"

"Dai Huabin, are you sick in the head? If those two came, there would be nothing left for anyone else!" Wang Dong could not stand Dai Huabin's brainless behavior and was the first to attack.

The second-year core disciples immediately joined in, starting to mock Dai Huabin.

The senior core disciples, also aware of his reputation, followed suit immediately.

Xu Sanshi, Jiang Nannan, Bei Bei, and He Caitou didn't know whether they should join the verbal brawl.

Xuan Zi, who had been hovering in mid-air for a long time, finally finished gnawing on his chicken leg: "I knew you lot wouldn't be convinced."

Mu Xuanheng, who had been busy, was hauled over by Xuan Zi.

"Damn it, old man? Have you lost your mind? I just finished my Battle Armor and haven't even had a chance to test it out yet!" His intense resistance seemed quite adorable in the face of the massive gap in Soul Power Level.

"You little brat, you've been embarrassing me out there. Now you have to give me some face. Get down there and beat them up."

Mu Xuanheng was thrown directly into the Melee Arena by Xuan Zi.

Xuan Zi shouted, "I've brought you one now; you can all gang up on him and give it a try."

Mu Xuanheng brushed the stray hair from his forehead. "You all seem to have plenty of free time. Isn't fighting among yourselves enough?"

A terrifying wind pressure appeared out of nowhere, pressing precisely onto every single person.

The intensity of the wind pressure adjusted according to their Soul Power Level, forcing everyone to bend their knees and waist without exception.

"Who made the suggestion to bring me here?"

Everyone's head turned instinctively, looking toward Dai Huabin.

If it had been anyone else, Mu Xuanheng might have hesitated, but this Dai Huabin truly didn't act like a decent human being.

Counting the ambush at the Treasure Appraisal Fair earlier, he didn't have a shred of kindness for Dai Huabin, so he walked over calmly.

Each step he took felt like a giant boulder crashing onto Dai Huabin's heart: "Don't look for trouble next time."

A dragon claw gently swept across Dai Huabin's arm, snapping the bones cleanly. As Dai Huabin let out a miserable scream, Mu Xuanheng said, "If you don't practice combat for half a month, it will heal. I've already given you a chance."

He walked out of the arena calmly, and no one dared to stop him.

Dai Huabin felt he was a devil, while Mu Xuanheng felt he was being a bit too kind.

The story of the melee didn't differ much from the original, except that in the end, Xu Sanshi and Jiang Nannan chose to give up.

One had not yet awakened his Black Tortoise Shield, and the other felt her talent was inferior to the others, so they simply gave up.

Xuan Zi shook his head, no longer dwelling on these matters. To him, this result was quite good.

Without Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena using large-scale soul skills to clear the field, Huo Yuhao hadn't been eliminated either, all of which aligned with his expectations.

The only outlier was that He Caitou had managed to sneak in.

Xuan Zi took them and Wang Yan to begin explaining the significance of this melee.

As for Mu Xuanheng, who had been hauled over, he was left with no choice but to fly back on his own.

Gu Yuena stood outside waiting for him; she knew Xuan Zi's identity and didn't suspect that Xuan Zi intended to harm Mu Xuanheng.

Mu Xuanheng, who had flown over in a rush, landed on the ground.

"How is it? How much is left for yours?"

Gu Yuena responded with a smile, "It's finished. I can handle the remaining engravings myself."

With a thought, her Battle Armor flew out and attached perfectly to her body.

"What is your Battle Armor called?"

"You say it first."

"Let's say it together."

"Heng (Yue)."

Gu Yuena's smile was as bright as a flower: "I guessed it would be like this. I've already thought of a name for my two-word set. Let's call it Yue Heng. How about you?"

Mu Xuanheng's Battle Armor manifested, as dazzling as twin lotus flowers alongside Gu Yuena's: "Since yours is called Yue Heng, then mine is naturally Heng Yue."

It wasn't Spirit Forged, so the Battle Armor could not be fused into the body.

How could there be absolute perfection at the beginning? Crossing into a new era was the greatest significance in itself.

From this moment on, no matter how strong a soul master was at the same level, they were merely remnants of the old era; even they themselves from just a day ago were merely the peak of 1.0 soul masters. After today, they stepped into the era of 2.0 soul masters—crushing those of the same rank, invincible against higher ranks, and capable of slaying those across tiers.