At the same time, a vast spiritual power flowed into Zhu Lu's Spiritual Sea, gently washing over it like a rising tide.
This spiritual power was so strong!
Zhu Lu's panicked mind miraculously calmed in that instant.
She felt as if she had become a fish swimming freely through the ocean, while Dai Huabin was the sea that embraced everything.
The awkward, stilted feeling she used to experience during cultivation vanished completely.
The Nether Civet Martial Soul inside her let out a delighted little chirp and eagerly entwined itself with Dai Huabin's White Tiger Martial Soul.
"This..."
Zhu Lu's eyes widened in surprise.
When they had cultivated before, she always had to carefully keep pace with Dai Huabin, afraid she wouldn't be able to keep up.
But now, she felt she didn't need to guide anything at all. Their two streams of Soul Power seemed as if they had always been one, flowing naturally before merging together.
And being held so tightly in his arms made her feel so safe.
Zhu Lu's stiff body slowly relaxed. She leaned lightly against Dai Huabin's chest and closed her eyes.
Since it was for cultivation... then... it shouldn't matter if they were a little more intimate, right?
Feeling the girl in his arms yield to him, Dai Huabin's lips curled slightly.
As expected, with spiritual guidance and this kind of intimate contact, cultivating through Martial Soul Fusion really was much more efficient.
Would it be even faster if they took their clothes off?
Having lived two lives, Dai Huabin's soul was much stronger, and his control over Soul Power had improved considerably.
The old Dai Huabin had only known how to use brute force to make Zhu Lu cooperate with him.
But now, of course, he would take Lulu, whose eyes were full of him, and grow stronger together.
Just as the two of them were immersed in this peculiar state of cultivation,
the fluctuations of Soul Power in the room grew more and more intense.
A huge, phantom White Tiger appeared above their heads, and beside it, a nimble black cat affectionately rubbed against its neck.
"Lulu, focus."
Dai Huabin suddenly sensed that the person in his arms was getting distracted. Unable to help himself, he lightly pinched the soft flesh at her waist,
"Don't think about all that nonsense."
"Mmph!"
Zhu Lu's body shuddered, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red as blood.
You jerk!
You were the one who started getting handsy first!
Just then, Dai Huabin's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He sensed that as their Martial Souls fused amid this ambiguous, intoxicating atmosphere, they were quietly striving toward "100%" compatibility.
Meanwhile, under the rapid circulation of their fused Soul Power, the power inside his body began to batter the bottleneck at level thirty-three.
At that moment, Zhu Lu felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring. A warm current flowed down her spine and spread to all her limbs. Her Soul Power, which had been sluggish due to the bottleneck at level twenty-six, was swept along by Dai Huabin's domineering Soul Power and suddenly flowed without the slightest obstruction.
Was this the speed of cultivation brought by deep Martial Soul compatibility?
Zhu Lu quietly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.
The first thing she saw was the boy's broad, firm chest. Even through the thin fabric, his body heat kept flowing into her.
"Focus."
A soft laugh came from above her, followed by the large hand at her waist tightening as if in reprimand.
Zhu Lu's body went limp. The blush that had just faded from her face threatened to return.
A little indignant, she grumbled inwardly: You're the one holding me so tightly. How am I supposed to focus?
But though she complained, her body told the truth.
This cultivation was far more efficient than before.
When the two of them had held hands, Soul Power had flowed like a little stream, gently burbling along. Now their bodies were pressed together, and Dai Huabin was guiding her with his spiritual power. It was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, surging without end.
After just one morning, Zhu Lu could feel the barrier around her level-twenty-five Soul Power loosening considerably. She was only a hair's breadth away from level twenty-six.
Zhu Lu sneaked a glance at Dai Huabin's sharply defined jawline, her heart as sweet as if someone had poured a whole jar of honey into it.
So Huabin had been telling the truth. The deeper their feelings, the greater their compatibility, and the faster they cultivated.
He had hurried to bring her here to cultivate. His methods had been a little... questionable, but his intentions really were to grow stronger, for the sake of their future together.
At the thought, the last trace of embarrassment in Zhu Lu's heart vanished, replaced by a sense of crisis.
Huabin was already a level-thirty-two Soul Elder, while she was still stuck at the Soul Grandmaster stage.
No, Zhu Lu, you can't hold him back! You're supposed to stand by his side, not be a burden who only hides behind him!
The haze in Zhu Lu's eyes gradually faded.
She took a deep breath and adjusted her breathing rhythm of her own accord. Controlling the Nether Civet Martial Soul inside her, she responded even more fervently to the proud White Tiger.
If Dai Huabin had been the one pulling her along before, now they were sprinting side by side.
Dai Huabin clearly noticed the change in the person in his arms. The corners of his mouth lifted in a satisfied smile.
This girl really did have a good knack for understanding things.
The two of them cultivated all the way until noon.
"Grrr!" A sound broke the room's intoxicating yet solemn atmosphere.
This time, it wasn't Zhu Lu. It was Dai Huabin.
After all, maintaining such intense spiritual guidance and Soul Power output took a heavy toll on the body.
Even a body made of iron couldn't withstand hunger.
Their cultivation was forced to stop.
Dai Huabin slowly opened his eyes. A flash of light gleamed in his mismatched pupils before quickly fading, leaving them as deep as ever.
He lowered his head and met Zhu Lu's bright, catlike eyes.
The two of them looked at each other for several seconds.
"Hungry?" Dai Huabin raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence.
Zhu Lu was about to nod, but for some reason, when she saw his handsome face so close to hers, she shook her head without thinking, then quickly nodded. She looked a little dazed and adorable.
"Pfft."
Dai Huabin couldn't help laughing. He reached out and tousled her smooth, silky hair.
"What a silly girl."
He didn't hurry to get up. Instead, he kept holding her, leaning his upper body slightly forward.
The distance between them closed in an instant, until they could feel each other's breath.
Zhu Lu's heart skipped a beat. The hand she'd had at his waist unconsciously clenched the edge of his shirt.
She seemed to sense what was coming. Her eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Should she dodge? Or not?
The thought turned over in her mind for just 0.01 seconds before she dismissed it.
Zhu Lu slowly closed her eyes and tilted her head up a little. Her obedient expression, as if she were offering herself up for the taking, would have driven any man wild.
Looking at the delicate little face before him, Dai Huabin felt the last trace of hesitation in his heart disappear.
Though he had originally brought her to the hotel with the intention of quickly boosting his strength through their Martial Soul Fusion Skill and, by the way, improving her affection for him,
he was only human, after all. The way this girl looked at him as if he were her whole world really did make him want to cherish her.
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