Wanting to Eat Young Grass

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Ling Luochen suddenly felt as though an enormous surprise had fallen right onto her.

Huo Yuhao, who possessed the Ultimate Ice martial soul, had actually taken the initiative to ask to live with her?

What kind of development was this? Could it be that her junior actually cared about her too?

After all, back in her hometown, she had been known as the "Snow Princess."

In an instant, Ling Luochen's thoughts drifted far away. She had nearly started thinking of names for their children.

But the next second, she abruptly came to her senses.

Thinking of the age gap between herself and Huo Yuhao, if she really made a move on him, those people in the Inner Court would definitely mock her for "an old cow eating young grass."

With that thought, her mood sank a little.

Ling Luochen shook her head, driving those unrealistic fantasies from her mind.

She raised her head again and looked at Huo Yuhao, her tone returning to its usual crisp decisiveness. "Since that's the case, Yuhao, let's cultivate together.

I'll take you to experience the Mimicry Cultivation Ground. It's one of the benefits for Inner Court students."

Ling Luochen had originally been preparing to rest, but now that Huo Yuhao was here, she naturally had to seize this rare chance to experience what it felt like to cultivate alongside a Soul Master with Ultimate Ice.

A so-called mimicry cultivation ground was a place that simulated an environment, allowing Soul Masters to cultivate in a setting best suited to their martial soul attributes.

Although this could not guarantee twice the results with half the effort, it truly provided considerable assistance in improving cultivation efficiency.

Of course, an ordinary Mimicry Cultivation Ground still paled somewhat in comparison to the Underground World beneath the Sea God Pavilion.

Apart from its one hundred and eight rooms tailored to different attributes, all formed from countless heavenly treasures,

more importantly, it was connected to the Golden Ancient Tree, allowing every student who entered to reach a state of deep meditation.

Yet even Inner Court disciples usually had only one opportunity to enter the Underground World to cultivate.

Though ordinary Mimicry Cultivation Grounds were not so miraculous, their ability to assist and accelerate cultivation was equally not to be underestimated.

Ling Luochen led Huo Yuhao into a Mimicry Cultivation Ground specially prepared for ice-attribute martial souls.

It was merely a small compartment with simple furnishings. Two meditation cushions had already been placed on the floor.

At the center of the room was a cold spring that emitted an icy, sinister aura. Strands of heaven-and-earth energy carrying bone-piercing cold seeped out from it, filling the entire room.

Once Ling Luochen shut the door, the entire room immediately dimmed.

Only the cold spring emitted a faint blue glow, barely dispelling the darkness within the room and illuminating their faces.

In that dim, somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, a blush involuntarily rose to Ling Luochen's fair cheeks.

She turned her head slightly to avoid Huo Yuhao's gaze, her voice softer than usual. "Yuhao, sit on a meditation cushion first."

"Alright."

Huo Yuhao nodded and obediently sat cross-legged on one of the meditation cushions.

Ling Luochen also sat down in front of Huo Yuhao and assumed a cultivation posture.

"Yuhao, next, we'll press our palms together. I'll slowly guide the circulation of your Soul Power..."

As she spoke, she extended both hands.

As their palms touched, Soul Power began to flow.

An astonishing chill far beyond Ling Luochen's expectations suddenly burst forth from where their palms met.

Visible dark-blue light streamed outward, swiftly sweeping through the entire cultivation room. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling were instantly covered in a layer of frost.

One had to know that even the chill emitted by the cold spring earlier had only made the air cold. It had been nowhere near enough to condense white frost on the walls.

Faced with the Ultimate chill rushing at her, even Ling Luochen could not help shuddering uncontrollably.

Ling Luochen had originally believed that, as a Soul King, it was only natural for her to lead this cultivation session and guide the circulation of Huo Yuhao's Soul Power.

Yet reality was that, the instant her Soul Power came into contact with Huo Yuhao's, she completely lost control over it. Instead, she was drawn along by Huo Yuhao's purer, more domineering ice-attribute energy.

The bone-piercing cold raged throughout the cultivation room.

The ice-attribute energy continuously flowing from the cold spring was frantically drawn in by Huo Yuhao's Soul Power, even forming a rapidly spinning, small ice-blue tornado directly above the spring.

In less than a shichen, Ling Luochen's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and her body began to tremble slightly.

The Ultimate Ice attribute was simply too domineering. Even though her cultivation far surpassed Huo Yuhao's, she could not endure such cultivation speed for long.

"Yuhao, that's enough."

Ling Luochen suddenly spoke, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao immediately stopped circulating his Soul Power and looked at Ling Luochen before him.

Though the room was dimly lit, Huo Yuhao could still clearly see that Ling Luochen's face was terribly pale, devoid of the slightest trace of color, as if covered by a layer of snow.

Her body swayed as though she were trying her best to hold herself up, but in the end, she lightly bit her lip and could no longer endure it. Her body went limp as she fell toward Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao hurriedly reached out, steadily catching Ling Luochen's soft, powerless body in his arms and wrapping an arm around her slender waist.

Even the breath Ling Luochen exhaled carried tiny ice crystals.

The Ultimate ice-attribute energy transmitted by Huo Yuhao was still far too domineering for her.

Such prolonged cultivation had placed an enormous burden on her body.

Yet she could also feel that, under the cleansing of that Ultimate chill, her ice-element martial soul was slowly beginning to evolve toward Ultimate Ice.

Ling Luochen leaned weakly against Huo Yuhao's chest, a self-mocking smile at the corner of her lips.

"Yuhao, it seems I was a little overconfident."

Before they began cultivating, she had never expected Ultimate Ice to be so domineering.

At the same time, she had been too reluctant to interrupt that wonderful sensation of her Soul Power intertwining with Huo Yuhao's. She had become somewhat immersed in it and unconsciously exceeded the limit her body could withstand.

Yet even though she had paid a price, she felt no regret.

The effects of that brief shichen of cultivation were likely enough to match half a month of her usual hard training.

"Alright, Sister Luo Chen, stop talking."

Huo Yuhao frowned slightly and took hold of her small hand, which was frighteningly cold at the moment.

"I'll first help guide out the excessive ice-attribute energy that has accumulated in your body."

With a slight movement of his will, a stream of ice-blue air flowed out of Ling Luochen's body, circling between them before finally vanishing into thin air.

As the overly domineering chill within her body was gradually drawn away, color slowly returned to Ling Luochen's bloodless cheeks, and the stiffness in her body eased as well.

Leaning against Huo Yuhao's warm chest, the original coolness in her ice-blue eyes was replaced by a tender glow like misty water, making them increasingly gentle.

Would Yuhao one day stand at the peak of the entire Douluo Continent?

And perhaps she might also reach the threshold of a Super Douluo?

By then, would an age difference of merely six or seven years not be so unacceptable after all?