Tang Ya's Martial Soul Evolves

Seeing only Jiang Nannan emerge, Tang Wutong tilted her head in confusion: "Where is the other one?"

Inside the courtyard, however, the scene was quite different; Tang Ya was still held firmly in Xiao Yi's arms.

"Xiao Yi, you already know?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she dared not meet Xiao Yi's eyes.

Xiao Yi blinked, remaining silent.

Hearing no response, her heart grew increasingly restless and fearful, and she spoke with some difficulty.

"Xiao Yi, I... I have never used that power. I am truly not an Evil Soul Master. I... I don't want this pill, okay?" Tang Ya's voice was choked with sobs as she looked at Xiao Yi through tear-blurred eyes.

She assumed Xiao Yi had discovered the evil power lurking within her Martial Soul, and she dreaded how he—and those around her—would view her once they knew.

"Silly Xiao Ya, of course I know you aren't an Evil Soul Master." Xiao Yi wiped the tears from the corner of the young girl's eyes before slowly explaining the true purpose of the pill.

Tang Ya realized belatedly that if Xiao Yi had truly known about the evil power in her Martial Soul, he would never have helped her undergo Martial Soul Evolution.

Xiao Yi had played a game of semantics, deliberately omitting the pill's true function and vaguely describing it as "awakening hidden power." He wasn't technically wrong; if Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass hadn't been the Dark Blue Silver Grass but rather the most common variety, this pill likely wouldn't have been enough to trigger a transformation into the Blue Silver Emperor.

Going from zero to one is always the hardest part.

Moreover, the Dark Blue Silver Grass was already inherently potent; if it evolved into a Dark Blue Silver Emperor and Tang Ya kept it hidden, it would be a disaster if she were to "blacken" and become an even more powerful version of herself.

He had done this to force Tang Ya to confess so that he could properly guide her.

Only then did Tang Ya reveal the secret buried deep in her heart to Xiao Yi. He listened quietly, patting her back to soothe her agitated emotions.

Once she finished, she felt a sense of relief; she had been uneasy ever since she first discovered that power.

"Xiao Ya, power itself is neither good nor evil; it all depends on how the wielder uses it. I believe in you, Xiao Ya."

"Besides, after your Martial Soul evolves, you won't need to worry about your cultivation speed falling behind, so you won't have to rely on that power. Of course, it is actually an advantage of yours; as long as you don't slaughter the innocent, this ability is quite formidable."

Xiao Yi said with a smile to the beauty in his arms.

"I understand, Xiao Yi." Tang Ya rubbed against Xiao Yi's chest with attachment. As long as this man before her didn't abandon her, that was all that mattered. She had truly been terrified just moments ago, which was why she had panicked.

Although their beginning had been strange, she kept the days they had spent together and the kindness Xiao Yi had shown her close to her heart. She had opened her heart and fallen for Xiao Yi from the bottom of it.

"Alright, Xiao Ya, go ahead and take the pill now. I will stand guard for you."

He scooped Tang Ya up horizontally, causing her to let out a small cry of surprise. She shrank into his arms, feeling shy; although she knew they were about to get down to business, no one said they couldn't do other things first.

Of course, Xiao Yi didn't intend to do anything else, as he expected that a certain "Haji-Tong" outside was likely about to blow a fuse.

Following Xiao Yi's instructions, Tang Ya swallowed the pill and summoned her Martial Soul to begin absorbing the medicinal power. Soon, the Blue Silver Grass began to grow rapidly, wrapping around Tang Ya completely to form a large blue-black cocoon, with golden patterns beginning to stretch along the edges of the grass.

The Blue Silver Grass enveloped her within.

Feeling the steady growth of Tang Ya's aura from within, Xiao Yi finally retreated, feeling at ease.

The transformation of a Martial Soul brings not only an increase in strength but, more importantly, an improvement in talent. From now on, even if Tang Ya didn't use the devouring attribute inherent to the Dark Blue Silver Grass, she would still be a possessor of the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul.

Walking to the courtyard gate, he opened it to find, as expected, the pouting Princess Tang, her cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish.

"So, you remember I was coming tonight? Busy canoodling with other girls inside." Following Xiao Yi into the room, Tang Wutong began looking around for traces of Tang Ya. A mere Tang Sect leader—her own father was the founding ancestor of the Tang Sect, so how could she possibly be allowed to ride on top of her, the ancestor?

But the moment she stepped into the room, the door behind her slammed shut with a bang.

"Eh?" Before she could react, she felt a wave of numbness wash over her entire body.

Tang Wutong went limp on the spot, instantly becoming docile. Resisting the trembling of her body and the longing rising from within, she turned back to give Xiao Yi a look filled with allure.

"Be gentle... ying ying ying."

The room was soon filled with the sounds of intimacy. The little butterfly began her flight for the night clumsily, only to crash shortly after—she was terrible at it, yet she loved to play.

Moonlight shone through the window onto the cocoon Tang Ya had formed, though for some reason, the blue-gold-black cocoon of evolution seemed to have gained an extra color.

For the next period of time, aside from researching medicinal herbs and standing by the cocoon with Jiang Nannan to watch, Xiao Yi spent his time disciplining Tang Wutong, who would occasionally revert to her true nature.

The girl seemed to have discovered that she would be "rewarded" whenever she acted tsundere, and her personality had actually become even worse than before. Xiao Yi had no choice but to stop the behavior—who knew it could actually backfire?

Time is like your vacation; it always passes in the blink of an eye before you even realize it.

"Xiao Yi, please, help me~~" Xiao Yi held an outline of common herbs, flipping through the pages one by one, while Tang Wutong hung behind him like a koala, begging him incessantly with a flushed face.

Xiao Yi supported her bottom with one hand to keep the silly girl from falling, his heart filled with speechlessness.

Who asks for "mugwort" every single day? He was worried Tang Wutong would have issues; every time, she would roll her eyes as if she had been played until she broke.

Just as the two were frolicking, a ripple of soul power emanated from the room, followed immediately by a dazzling blue light. Seeing this, Xiao Yi put Tang Wutong down and hurried inside.

Compared to the previous blue-black vines, the Blue Silver Grass now featured golden patterns, appearing incredibly noble and radiating the aura of life. While other elements were mixed in, it undoubtedly confirmed that Tang Ya's Martial Soul had undergone a transformation into the Dark Blue Silver Emperor.

As Xiao Yi stepped into the room, the cocoon trembled slightly, and the vines wrapping around it slowly unfurled, revealing the figure inside. Compared to before the evolution, Tang Ya's skin was even fairer and more delicate, glowing with a lustrous sheen under the light, and her figure was more alluring than her previous youthful state.

Tang Ya's already pretty face was now even softer and more moving, and her long, pure black hair seemed to have been dyed with other colors, showing deep blue tints under the light.

Her pink eyes opened, and the first thing to enter her vision was Xiao Yi's familiar face.

Tang Ya revealed her usual lively smile.

"Xiao Yi." She then threw herself directly into Xiao Yi's arms.

Feeling the moving, delicate body in his arms, Xiao Yi sighed inwardly; the "plastic surgery" capability of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul evolution was truly extraordinary. Not only had her dimensions increased significantly, but she also radiated a faint life force—he would have to taste it later.

Tang Ya's eyes were now filled only with Xiao Yi, leaving no room for anything else. Her heart had completely surrendered; it was as if nothing else mattered. She only wanted to merge with Xiao Yi, body and soul, becoming one.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous, an untimely cough echoed in the room.

Tang Wutong stood to the side, looking at the stark-naked Tang Ya, her internal alarm bells ringing—this was a major rival.

No, she had to make Xiao Yi rub her more.