Martial Soul Fusion Skill

Mu Chen was likewise feeling this wondrous change. His Mysterious Heaven Skill was circulating through this loop even faster than before, and his Soul Power Level was increasing at a speed far beyond his usual pace.

What surprised him even more was that he could sense a strange connection forming between himself and the person before him. It was a rapport that transcended words, as if their two souls had resonated at this very moment.

"This..."

Wang Dong's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He looked at their palms pressed together and watched that blue-gold soul power flowing between them, a possibility surfacing in his mind.

"Our martial souls..."

"Can fuse," Mu Chen finished the sentence for him.

The dormitory fell silent for a few seconds. Neither of them spoke; only that blue-gold soul power continued to flow quietly between them, emitting a soft radiance.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

These four words were not unfamiliar to any soul master.

Yet, in the entire Douluo Continent, one could hardly find many soul masters capable of possessing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

It was the most perfect, deepest compatibility between two martial souls—a treasure that even a Title Douluo would dream of.

Two people who possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill are not only the best partners on the battlefield, but they also benefit each other in cultivation, complementing one another. The higher the compatibility between the two martial souls, the greater the power of the fusion skill and the more significant the boost to cultivation speed.

Judging by the degree of their soul power fusion just now, their martial soul compatibility was definitely not low.

Mu Chen was the first to break the silence. He released Wang Dong's hand, and the blue-gold soul power flowing between them dissipated. Deprived of the nourishment of the fused soul power, both felt a sense of loss and emptiness.

"It seems our fate is deeper than I imagined."

Mu Chen looked at Wang Dong with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Wang Dong's face flushed red for no reason. He turned his head away, the tips of his ears stained a faint pink. "Who... who has a fate with you! It's just a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, it's not that big of a deal..."

Though he said this, his voice grew quieter and quieter. He knew that a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was not only a "big deal," but a monumental one.

Being able to cultivate with a partner with whom one shares a Martial Soul Fusion Skill was a heaven-sent opportunity for any soul master.

"Starting today, we will cultivate together every night."

Mu Chen's tone allowed for no argument.

Wang Dong whipped his head around, eyes wide. "What? Every night? No way! I..."

"Have you forgotten our previous bet?" Mu Chen smiled slightly and raised his fist. "Whoever wins gets to call the shots, and you did call me Big Brother."

Wang Dong's mouth opened and closed; he wanted to retort but realized he truly had no argument. His face turned beet red, and finally, he angrily hurled his pillow at him. "Is threatening me the only thing you know how to do!"

Mu Chen caught the pillow with a laugh. "As long as it's effective."

Wang Dong glared at him resentfully but did not refuse again. He knew in his heart that cultivating together held immense benefits for him as well; that short burst of cultivation just now was worth several days of his usual hard work. Any soul master would find it impossible to refuse such an increase in speed.

It was just... having to sit face-to-face with this guy and press their hands together...

At the thought, Wang Dong's heart began to race uncontrollably again. He quickly lay down, pulled the quilt over his head, and muffled a response: "Got it, got it! So annoying! Going to sleep!"

Mu Chen looked at the curled-up figure under the quilt and shook his head with a smile.

He returned to his own bed, lay down, and rested his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling while reflecting on everything that had just happened.

That his Ocean Martial Soul could actually fuse with the Radiant Goddess Butterfly was something he had never expected.

In the original story, Wang Dong's Radiant Goddess Butterfly was able to produce a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eye.

Now, his own Ocean Martial Soul had taken the place of the Spirit Eye and achieved the same perfect fusion effect with the Radiant Goddess Butterfly.

He sensed the changes in his dantian; although his soul power remained at level forty-three, the quality of his soul power seemed to have become more refined and condensed.

This was the benefit of Martial Soul Fusion cultivation—it not only increased cultivation speed but also improved the quality of one's soul power.

If they cultivated together every night from now on, the time it would take him to reach level forty-four would be shortened by at least half.

Moreover, having the Martial Soul Fusion Skill as a trump card meant he had an extra layer of security at Shrek Academy.

Once he and Wang Dong mastered the fusion skill, even if they faced an opponent at the Soul Saint level, they would not be without the strength to fight.

Mu Chen closed his eyes with a faint smile on his lips.

The next day, when the first rays of morning sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains into the dormitory, Mu Chen had already awakened from his meditation.

He did not rush to wake Wang Dong, instead stepping lightly out of bed and walking to the window.

On the field in the distance, early-rising students were already running, their figures appearing and disappearing in the thin mist.

Mu Chen leaned against the window, closed his eyes, and began his daily practice of the Purple Demon Eye. As the east turned white, that wisp of purple energy emerged from the horizon, which he guided into his eyes. Deep within his azure pupils, a flash of purple vanished in an instant.

For six years, he had not missed a single day of this technique. By now, his spiritual power had long since surpassed the level expected of a Soul Ancestor, rivaling even some Soul Emperor-level powerhouses. He simply kept it restrained in his daily life, so others could not discern anything amiss.

After finishing his practice, Mu Chen turned and looked at the bed opposite.

Wang Dong was still in the same position he had been in when he fell asleep last night, curled into a ball. The quilt had been kicked to the foot of the bed, with only a corner barely draped over his stomach.

His powder-blue short hair was a mess, half his face buried in the pillow, revealing only a slender, fair neck and one ear pressed against the pillow.

His sleeping posture was truly something else.

Mu Chen walked over, bent down to pick up the pillow that had fallen to the floor, and tossed it onto the end of the bed.

Then, he reached out and gave Wang Dong's head a light, casual pat.

"Get up."

The person under the covers didn't budge.

"Wang Dong."

Still no reaction, only the sound of steady breathing.

Mu Chen raised an eyebrow. He leaned down, moved close to Wang Dong's ear, and spoke in a tone that could almost be described as gentle.

"You're going to be late for Zhou Yi's class."

The effect was immediate.

Wang Dong's eyes snapped open, his powder-blue pupils still clouded with the mist of sleep, but his body had already sprung up out of reflex. His forehead slammed solidly into Mu Chen's chin, which he hadn't yet pulled away.

"Ah!"

Two cries of pain rang out simultaneously.

Mu Chen clutched his chin and took a step back, while Wang Dong fell back onto the bed, clutching his forehead, tears nearly welling up from the pain.