Hearing the commotion behind her, Tang Ya shuddered. Realizing someone else was there, she hurriedly let go of Xiao Yi and fumbled around for clothes in her Soul Tool.
Xiao Yi simply watched, once again marveling that Blue Silver Plastic Surgery was truly extraordinary. Tang Ya had been beautiful before, too, the classic moonlight-senior type. That high ponytail in particular had often stirred memories of his past life.
In his previous life, though, he'd been a total simp—and had been one for years.
Now Tang Ya had gained an air of otherworldly elegance, with a clean, soothing presence. She was lively and spirited, peerlessly graceful. Of course, she'd changed quite a bit in other ways, too. By his estimate, she'd gone up at least a whole cup size.
No wonder it was a life attribute. One taste and your health bar probably filled right back up.
Tang Ya hastily pulled on a simple long dress, but her figure had grown considerably taller and more slender, so it didn't quite fit. Her graceful curves showed through faintly, and a flush spread across the girl's fair skin.
It would've been fine if Xiao Yi had been the only one there. After all, they knew each other inside and out. But there was someone else with them.
Tang Ya knew Tang Wutong. Her own Yu Tong spent every day with the girl, so Tang Ya had seen her a few times. When she first saw Tang Wutong's true face, she'd even felt relieved. It was nice that her man was so charming, but he really didn't need to attract other women.
Suddenly, Tang Ya's eyes shifted as an idea came to her.
"Xiao Yi, my clothes are a little too small. Could you get me one of yours?" she asked softly, her voice a little coy.
What? Tang Wutong, standing to the side, flew into a rage. You unfilial descendant! I haven't even worn one, so what makes you think you can? And what's with that tone? She glared at Xiao Yi, looking ready to hiss and attack at any moment.
Xiao Yi paid no attention to the bristling Haji-Tong. A couple of strokes in the right places and this cat would go soft. Then he could do whatever he wanted with her.
He took out a long, dark black robe that he often wore and went behind Tang Ya. Lifting her long hair, he gently draped the robe over her, covering up that life force that was nearly bursting out.
"Thank you, Xiao Yi." In a syrupy voice, Tang Ya hugged his arm and gave Tang Wutong a faintly challenging look. She hadn't been entirely unaware of the outside world while her Martial Soul transformed; she'd sensed the pair making a fuss now and then.
At first, the two had practiced flying only in their room. Later, they'd really taken to flying everywhere. And the scent of her man on Tang Wutong was so strong it was practically overwhelming.
Unforgivable! Someone had stolen her home! She'd clearly been here first.
Tang Wutong had already been about to hiss, but when she saw Tang Ya's little eyes shift from provocative to resentful, she suddenly understood. So what if you were his first girlfriend? I was his first woman. Your ancestor is still your ancestor.
Like a fluttering butterfly, she skipped over to Xiao Yi's other side, her pink-and-blue hair swaying as she moved. She linked her arm through his other one, her expression growing more and more smug.
With the two women at his sides, Xiao Yi returned to the room.
Watching the two of them bristle at each other, Xiao Yi gently squeezed Tang Ya's hand. On the other side, Tang Wutong felt that familiar tingling sensation again, and half her body went limp at once.
After all their practice together, Xiao Yi had figured out where this girl's switch was. A little stimulation with Soul Power, and Haji-Tong would behave herself on the spot.
Ignoring Tang Wutong's dazed eyes, Xiao Yi turned to Tang Ya with a look full of concern.
"Xiao Ya, how do you feel? Did anything change with your Martial Soul?" Although Xiao Yi knew that Tang Ya's Martial Soul Evolution had gone smoothly, he still asked.
At his words, Tang Ya giggled and stepped forward to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.
"My Martial Soul evolved into the Dark Blue Silver Emperor, and I can control that devouring power now, too. So I don't have to worry about losing my mind anymore, Xiao Yi."
Tang Ya spoke with delight. That was what she'd worried about most. Whenever she thought back to the hatred she'd felt, a bewitching voice would murmur in her heart, tempting her to reach for that forbidden power.
Now that her Martial Soul had evolved, she no longer had to worry about it. At the thought, Tang Ya gazed at Xiao Yi with ever-deepening tenderness.
Xiao Yi nodded. Tang Ya had told him every last detail, so he was naturally happy for her. Helping her take revenge would be easy enough; it was the knot in her heart that only she could undo. Now that she had the talent to back her up, revenge was no longer an unreachable dream.
"And, Xiao Yi, during this seclusion, I relied on the two Mid-Grade Soul Ascension Pills and the Fallen Fire Seal you gave me to break through the bottleneck at rank forty. I'm a Quasi-Soul Ancestor now!" Tang Ya said excitedly. She'd never dared dream of cultivating this quickly or reaching such a level.
Tang Wutong, standing to the side, pricked up her ears, looking just like a rabbit glancing around.
What? Mid-Grade Soul Ascension Pills? Fallen Fire Seal? Xiao Yi gave her all that? Why didn't I get any? A bunch of questions sprang into her mind. She seemed to have only gotten two low-grade ones, and she hadn't even taken them yet. She was only at level twenty-six, after all. Of course, she'd listen to Xiao Yi and wait until level twenty-eight, when they'd have the greatest effect.
She turned a plaintive gaze toward Xiao Yi. She needed to get an explanation.
She could accept plenty of things, but she couldn't accept Xiao Yi treating her unfairly or not touching her. The latter mattered more.
"Not bad, Xiao Ya. Nannan has also started absorbing her Soul Ascension Pill these past few days. Once she's out, I'll ask a teacher from the academy to take you two Soul Hunting." Xiao Yi smiled as he stroked Tang Ya's smooth hair. As for why he wouldn't just have them join the academy's Soul Hunting team—
It was mainly because Xuan Zi was leading the team this time.
He didn't dare.
"Mm, you're the best, Xiao Yi." Tang Ya clung to his arm, her eyes fixed on him alone.
Xiao Yi rubbed his nose. Tang Ya's heartfelt display moved him, too. This was the kind of look so many people spent their whole lives searching for. People said being lovestruck was foolish, but when that kind of lovestruck girl was yours, who could help being moved?
Romance Continent—truly terrifying.
He glanced at Tang Wutong on his other side, who looked a little puffed up. Mm, truly terrifying.
Seeing the two of them getting all lovey-dovey, just about to start kissing right in front of her, Tang Wutong shoved a little hand between them.
"Xiao Yi, you promised you'd spend tonight with me." Tang Wutong raised her chin, looking as smug as a rooster that had won a fight.
Heh. Lowly Tang Ya, how dare you disrespect your ancestor? Tonight I'm going to take your man, and all you can do is listen from outside.
Xiao Yi blinked. He really had said he'd spend tonight with the girl. But when he met Tang Ya's pitiful little gaze and saw her deliberately pull the robe apart to reveal her stunning curves, he wasn't sure he could hold out.
The life force in this Blue Silver Grass was practically overflowing. He had to help her refine it!
Meeting Xiao Yi's gaze, Tang Ya's eyes shifted, and a sly smile spread across her face like a fox's.
"Little Sister Wutong is right. Xiao Yi is yours tonight, so for now, he's mine."
"What?" Before Tang Wutong could answer, a thick Blue Silver Grass grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and tossed her out like a kitten. It even shut the door behind her.
Sitting on the floor, Tang Wutong was dumbfounded. Wait, what? That's a bit too much!
Then embarrassment and fury overtook her. Tang Ya, how dare you disrespect your ancestor? You've already sealed your fate!
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