Martial Soul Team, Evil Fire Erupts, Shui Bing'er Sacrifices Herself? (Seeking Follow-ups!)

The next morning.

Shui Bing'er opened her eyes to find Huang Yan already fully dressed, sitting at the table and watching her.

"Awake? How do you feel?"

Huang Yan poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

Shui Bing'er sat up, took the glass, and circulated her soul power slightly; a flash of surprise crossed her ice-blue eyes. "My soul power... it has actually improved so much, and even my meridians are much tougher than before."

"I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Huang Yan chuckled and stood up.

"Let's go. Wash up; it's time to head to the Elite Class and get down to business."

Martial Soul Hall Academy, Elite Training Ground.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan had already been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Huang Yan walk in with Shui Bing'er, the expressions of the three shifted in different ways.

Hu Liena, in particular, let out a cold snort and turned her head away immediately.

"Huang Yan, why did you bring her here? This is the exclusive training ground for the Main Team."

Yan frowned, his tone unfriendly.

"Naturally, to claim a spot on the Main Team," Huang Yan said indifferently.

"Main Team?" Hu Liena whipped her head around and sneered, "The roster for the Martial Soul Hall Team was decided long ago. As an outsider, what right does she have to cut in line?"

"On the strength of my ability." Shui Bing'er stepped forward, her ice-blue eyes sweeping calmly across the three of them.

"Arrogant!" A scorching aura erupted from Yan's body. "Yesterday, you only managed to block one of Nana's moves by relying on elemental suppression. Do you really think you can walk all over Martial Soul Hall?"

"Whether it's arrogance or not, we'll know after a fight." Shui Bing'er's tone was cold, showing not the slightest intention to back down.

Xie Yue reached out to stop Yan, who was about to lash out, and frowned at Huang Yan. "Are you serious? Aside from the four of us, there are three other main members. Who do you want her to replace?"

"Any of them will do," Huang Yan shrugged. "As long as she can prove she's stronger than the current members, isn't that enough?"

"Fine, then I'll be her opponent!" Yan pointed at Shui Bing'er and shouted, "I am fire-attributed, and you are ice-attributed. I want to see if your ice can freeze my Flame Lord!"

Huang Yan raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Yan, you're a level 47 power attack system soul master challenging a level 41 control system soul master—have you no shame?"

"She's the one who wants to snatch a main spot! If she can't even beat me, what right does she have to represent Martial Soul Hall?" Yan snorted coldly.

Shui Bing'er's gaze sharpened, and she was about to step forward. "Fine, I..."

Before she could finish, Huang Yan let out a cold hum and stepped directly in front of her. Accompanied by a high-pitched phoenix cry, dark red Evil Fire soared into the sky, the scorching temperature instantly distorting the air within the training ground.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black.

Five soul rings rose in succession from beneath Huang Yan's feet, and the immense pressure belonging to a five-ring Soul King was released without reservation.

Yan was forced back half a step by this momentum, gritting his teeth so hard that the veins on his forehead bulged, yet he stubbornly refused to lower his head.

"Yan, have I been giving you too much leeway lately, to the point where you've forgotten your own place?"

Huang Yan looked down at him from his superior position, his voice cold enough to freeze.

"Remember, I am the captain of this team!"

Yan's face turned livid, his fists clenched until they cracked:

"You are abusing your power for personal gain!"

"If you aren't convinced, you can challenge me to a match right now."

Huang Yan took a step forward, staring Yan down.

"If you win, you can arrange the starting lineup however you like. But if you lose, get out of this team immediately!"

Yan's pupils constricted, his overflowing rage instantly caught in his throat.

He knew very well that he was only level forty-seven; facing Huang Yan, who possessed ten-thousand-year fourth and fifth soul rings, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

Moreover, he was unwilling to be kicked out of the team, and even less willing to leave Hu Liena.

Feeling aggrieved to the extreme, Yan turned to look at Hu Liena and Xie Yue, hoping they would step in to smooth things over.

However, Xie Yue merely frowned, saying nothing.

Hu Liena also bit her red lips, watching everything in silence, with no intention of speaking up.

A suffocating sense of isolation surged into his heart.

Yan gritted his back teeth, glared at Huang Yan with bloodshot eyes, and flung his hand away.

"Fine, you win!"

With that, Yan turned around and strode out of the training ground.

After Yan left, Xie Yue sighed and looked at the remaining three main team members.

"Zhang Ping, Li Kai, Xu Yu. Miss Shui, pick one."

Shui Bing'er's gaze was calm as she pointed directly at one of them:

"Let it be Li Kai."

Half an hour later.

As Li Kai was knocked out of the arena by the Resist Ice Ring, Shui Bing'er secured the starting position without any suspense.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month.

Late at night.

In Huang Yan's room, the usual steady fluctuations of soul power were gone, replaced by a suffocating, scorching heat and a violent, dark red glow.

"Bang—"

A muffled sound came from inside the room, accompanied by Huang Yan's suppressed, agonizing roar.

Outside the door, Shui Bing'er gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyes filled with anxiety and heartache.

For the past month, Huang Yan had defied public opinion to protect her, spending his energy every night to nourish her meridians with his pure Phoenix Power.

That overbearing yet meticulous tenderness had long since melted the ice in her heart.

She realized that she had not only grown accustomed to Huang Yan's presence but had fallen deeply in love with this man.

Shui Bing'er took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The temperature inside the room was terrifyingly high, almost enough to ignite the air.

Huang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, his body wreathed in manic Evil Fire. He stared fixedly at Shui Bing'er as she burst in, his voice as hoarse as a beast's:

"Get out! The Evil Fire has erupted completely tonight... I'm losing my sanity, don't come near me!"

Shui Bing'er closed the door behind her; instead of retreating, she walked toward him step by step.

"I'm not leaving."

"Are you crazy!"

Huang Yan clutched his forehead in pain, his nails digging into his skin.

"Meridian fusion alone won't be enough to suppress it tonight! You'll get hurt... while I can still control myself, get out!"

"For this entire month, you have been the one helping me, protecting me."

Shui Bing'er walked up to him, looking at Huang Yan's face twisted in agony, a flicker of resolve and tenderness passing through her eyes.

"Today, it is my turn to help you."

"Shui Bing'er! Do you have any idea what staying behind means?"

Huang Yan gripped the edge of the bed so hard the veins on the back of his hands bulged, his eyes locked onto hers.

"If you stay... I will ruin your purity!"

"I know."

Shui Bing'er said softly, reaching out to undo her sash.

Her ice-blue dress slid slowly down her fair skin.

A dense, frigid chill spread throughout the room, rushing to meet the manic, dark-red flames.

Huang Yan's breath hitched, and his crimson eyes ignited with an even more frenzied fire:

"Do you... have no regrets?"

Shui Bing'er leaned forward, embracing Huang Yan's scorching body without reservation.

Pressing her cool lips against his ear, her voice was soft yet firm:

"Huang Yan, take me. I am willing."