Dual Cultivation Progress is Swift

At the same time, a vast surge of mental power, like a gentle tide, slowly permeated into the sea of consciousness of Zhu Lu.

This mental power—it was so strong!

Zhu Lu's originally panicked mind miraculously calmed down in this instant.

She felt as if she had become a fish swimming in the vast ocean, and Dai Huabin was the sea that encompassed everything.

The stiff, sluggish sensation she usually felt during cultivation vanished completely.

The Hell Spirit Cat martial soul within her body let out a joyful chirp, taking the initiative to entwine itself with Dai Huabin's White Tiger martial soul.

"This..."

Zhu Lu opened her eyes in surprise.

In previous cultivation sessions, she had always needed to carefully match Dai Huabin's rhythm, terrified of falling behind.

But now, she felt no need to consciously guide anything; the two streams of soul power flowed and merged naturally, as if they had been one all along.

Moreover, the feeling of being held tightly in his arms was truly comforting.

Zhu Lu's originally rigid body slowly softened; she leaned her back gently against Dai Huabin's chest and closed her eyes.

Since it was for the sake of cultivation... then... then a little intimacy shouldn't matter, right?

Feeling the compliance of the young girl in his arms, the corners of Dai Huabin's mouth curled upward slightly.

As expected, with the addition of mental guidance and this kind of intimate contact, the efficiency of cultivation through martial soul fusion was remarkably high.

Would it be even faster if we took our clothes off?

The strength of a soul that had lived two lifetimes allowed Dai Huabin to control his soul power far better than before.

The old Dai Huabin only knew how to use brute force to suppress Zhu Lu into matching him.

But now, of course, he wanted to bring his Lulu—who had eyes only for him—to grow stronger together.

Just as the two were immersed in this wondrous state of cultivation, the soul power fluctuations in the room grew increasingly violent.

A massive, illusory White Tiger projection appeared above their heads, and beside the White Tiger, a nimble black cat was affectionately rubbing against its neck.

"Lulu, focus."

Dai Huabin suddenly felt the person in his arms lose focus and couldn't help but give a light pinch to the soft flesh at her waist.

"Don't think about those messy things."

"Mmph!"

Zhu Lu's body trembled, and her earlobes turned blood-red in an instant.

This jerk!

It was clearly him who started getting handsy first!

Just then, Dai Huabin's eyes narrowed.

In his perception, the fusion of their two martial souls seemed to be quietly striving toward a "100%" compatibility rate within this ambiguous and enchanting cultivation atmosphere.

And the soul power within his body, under this high-speed fusion and circulation, began to batter against the bottleneck of level thirty-three.

At this very moment, Zhu Lu felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring; that warm, flowing heat spread along her spine to every limb and bone. The soul power that had been sluggish due to her level twenty-six bottleneck was now, under the coercion of Dai Huabin's domineering soul power, flowing without any obstruction.

Is this the cultivation speed brought by deep martial soul compatibility?

Zhu Lu quietly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.

What met her eyes was the youth's broad, sturdy chest; through the thin fabric, his body heat was transmitted to her continuously.

"Focus."

A soft chuckle came from above, followed by the large hand at her waist tightening as a form of punishment.

Zhu Lu's body went limp, and the blush that had just faded from her face showed signs of returning.

She grumbled in her heart with a bit of defiance: It's clearly you holding me so tightly, how is anyone supposed to focus?

But complaints aside, her body was honest.

This cultivation efficiency was far higher than before.

Previously, when the two held hands, the flow of soul power was at most like a babbling brook; now, with their bodies pressed together and guided by Dai Huabin's mental power, it was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, surging endlessly.

In just one morning, Zhu Lu felt her level twenty-five soul power barrier loosen significantly; she was now only a single step away from level twenty-six.

Zhu Lu snuck a glance at Dai Huabin's sharp, well-defined jawline, feeling sweet inside, as if she had been fed a large jar of honey.

So what Huabin said was true. The deeper the feelings, the higher the compatibility, and the faster the cultivation.

His urgency in bringing her out to cultivate, while his methods were a bit... that way, his starting point was truly to grow stronger for the sake of their future.

Thinking of this, the last remnants of shyness in Zhu Lu's heart vanished completely, replaced by a sense of crisis.

Huabin was already a level thirty-two Soul Elder, while she was still lingering at the Soul Grand Master realm.

No, Zhu Lu, you cannot hold him back! You are the woman who is to stand by his side, not a burden who only knows how to hide behind him!

The haze in Zhu Lu's eyes gradually faded away.

She took a deep breath, actively adjusting her breathing rhythm to control the Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul within her, more fervently meeting the arrogant White Tiger halfway.

If Dai Huabin had been leading her along just a moment ago, now the two of them were sprinting side by side.

Dai Huabin clearly sensed the change in the person within his embrace, the corners of his mouth curling upward into a satisfied arc.

This girl really has decent intuition.

The two of them continued to cultivate like this until noon.

A "growl" broke the amorous yet solemn atmosphere of cultivation within the room.

This time it wasn't Zhu Lu, but Dai Huabin.

After all, maintaining such high-intensity mental guidance and soul power output consumed a great deal of physical energy.

Even a body made of iron couldn't withstand such hunger.

The cultivation was forced to a halt.

Dai Huabin slowly opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance flickering through his heterochromatic pupils before quickly receding, returning to their usual depth.

He lowered his head, meeting Zhu Lu's pair of bright, cat-like eyes.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Hungry?" Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence.

Zhu Lu had intended to nod, but for some reason, looking at that handsome face so close to her own, she shook her head in a daze, then quickly nodded again, appearing somewhat adorably foolish.

"Pfft."

Dai Huabin couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out to ruffle her long, silky hair.

"Silly girl."

He didn't rush to stand up, instead maintaining the embrace, his upper body leaning slightly forward.

The distance between them closed instantly, close enough to hear each other's breathing.

Zhu Lu's heart skipped a beat, and the hand she had placed at his waist subconsciously tightened, gripping the fabric of his clothes.

She seemed to sense what was coming, her eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Dodge? Or not?

This thought crossed her mind for only 0.01 seconds before being dismissed.

Zhu Lu slowly closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, her submissive, compliant appearance enough to drive any man to madness.

Dai Huabin looked at the exquisite little face before him, and the last shred of hesitation in his heart dissipated.

Although he had originally brought her to the hotel with the intention of utilizing their Martial Soul Fusion Skill to rapidly increase their strength, while incidentally building up some affection, human hearts were made of flesh and blood. The way this girl looked at him with eyes full of nothing but himself was truly endearing.