Third Soul Skill, Pole Vault!

Those limpid, almond-shaped eyes still held a trace of post-slumber confusion, but as they met Fu Qin's slightly dazed gaze, the haze vanished instantly, replaced by intense joy and excitement.

"Fu Qin! You're awake!" Xiao Wu exclaimed. Unable to hold back any longer, she threw herself into Fu Qin's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her face in his chest, her voice thick with a sob.

"Thank goodness! You're finally awake! I thought you were going to sleep for a long time!"

With her soft body pressed firmly against him and her sweet scent lingering at the tip of his nose, Fu Qin felt the exhaustion in his heart dissipate by more than half as he savored the warmth in his embrace.

He raised a hand to gently pat Xiao Wu's back, his voice soft: "I'm sorry, Sister Xiao Wu, for making you worry. I'm fine."

[Xiao Wu favorability +20, current favorability 1150 points]

[Xiao Wu's inner thoughts: It's good that little brother Fu Qin is awake! From now on, I must watch over him every day and never let him fall into danger again!]

"Ahem."

A soft cough from the doorway interrupted the tender moment between the two.

Fu Qin and Xiao Wu looked up simultaneously to see Tang San standing at the door with a gentle smile, holding a food container in his hand.

Seeing Xiao Wu hugging Fu Qin, he felt no displeasure at all; instead, he wore a look of understanding.

Under the influence of the Intelligence-Reducing Halo, Tang San's thoughts were simple and pure.

Xiao Wu was his future wife, and Fu Qin was the brother who had saved his life and shared life-and-death trials with him.

The reason Xiao Wu was hugging Fu Qin so excitedly must surely be out of guilt.

After all, Fu Qin had fallen into danger to save her and had exhausted so much energy to save him as well.

Therefore, this was merely a sister's gratitude and concern for her younger brother—nothing could be more normal.

"Fu Qin, it's good that you're awake." Tang San walked into the room and placed the food container on the table, his smile sincere.

"You exhausted so much mental power to save me; this debt, I, Tang San, will never forget."

Fu Qin chuckled inwardly, though he wore a look of gratitude on his face: "Third Brother, you're too polite. We're both just poor kids from the same village; of course we should look out for each other."

He naturally knew what Tang San was thinking. The effect of the Intelligence-Reducing Halo was truly powerful, turning this reincarnated God King into a complete "blockhead," capable of finding such a reasonable explanation even while his own wife was hugging another man.

Tang San nodded with a smile, his eyes full of approval and gratitude for Fu Qin.

In his view, Fu Qin was not only powerful but also possessed impeccable character; such a brother was worthy of his sincere treatment.

Just then, the door was pushed open again, and Ning Rongrong walked in carrying an exquisitely designed thermal bucket, the bowl emitting the rich aroma of chicken soup. "Brother Fu Qin, I made you some chicken soup, you should quickly..."

Before Ning Rongrong could finish her sentence, she saw Fu Qin and Xiao Wu embracing. The smile on her face froze instantly, and a trace of intense jealousy flashed in her eyes.

She hurried forward, placed the chicken soup on the bedside cabinet, put her hands on her hips, and said to Xiao Wu:

"Xiao Wu! How can you hug Brother Fu Qin like that? You're Tang San's girlfriend! Isn't that highly inappropriate?"

Ning Rongrong's tone carried a hint of wilfulness and a trace of imperceptible grievance.

In her heart, Brother Fu Qin belonged to her; even if Xiao Wu and Fu Qin were close, she shouldn't be hugging him so indiscriminately!

Xiao Wu lifted her head from Fu Qin's chest and said righteously: "Rongrong, you've misunderstood! Fu Qin is my younger brother; it's only natural for a sister to hug her brother!"

As she spoke, she didn't forget to hold onto Fu Qin's arm tightly, as if declaring her territory.

"A younger brother?" Ning Rongrong frowned, clearly not accepting this explanation.

"What kind of sister hugs her brother like that? Brother Fu Qin is single; you'll make people misunderstand!"

"I'm not making anyone misunderstand!" Xiao Wu pouted and looked at Fu Qin, her eyes filled with a plea for help. "Brother Fu Qin, isn't that right?"

Fu Qin looked at the two beautiful girls vying for his attention. He patted the back of Xiao Wu's hand and looked at Ning Rongrong, his tone gentle.

"Alright, Rongrong, Sister Xiao Wu is just worried about me, there's no other meaning. Let me taste the chicken soup you made; it smells delicious."

Hearing Fu Qin's words, Ning Rongrong's expression softened. She picked up a spoon, scooped some soup, blew on it, and brought it to Fu Qin's lips: "Fine then, hurry and taste it, I simmered it for a long time!"

[Ning Rongrong favorability +10, current favorability 257 points]

Fu Qin opened his mouth to drink the soup, the rich flavor spreading through his mouth, warming his heart and stomach. He nodded with a smile: "It's delicious, Rongrong's cooking is truly excellent."

Tang San stood to the side, watching this scene with a gratified smile.

In his eyes, the interaction between Fu Qin, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong was truly heartwarming.

At this thought, he recalled Oscar's behavior in the Star Dou Forest.

"Heh, Oscar, oh Oscar, since you are so oblivious, then in this life, don't even think about anything happening between you and Ning Rongrong!"

Originally, in Tang San's mind, Ning Rongrong was meant to be Oscar's wife.

But now it seemed that the man's character was truly terrible to the extreme; it would be better to let his good brother Fu Qin be with Ning Rongrong.

As for Oscar? If he didn't listen, then he could forget about ever eating any immortal herbs!

Xiao Wu watched Ning Rongrong feed Fu Qin the soup and felt a small pang of jealousy, but she held it back; after all, Fu Qin had just woken up and needed to be well cared for.

She turned to look at Tang San, suddenly remembering something, and couldn't help but laugh.

"By the way, Third Brother, your third soul skill is just too bizarre! It's actually Pole Vault, and you can jump a hundred meters into the air, hahaha!"

Ning Rongrong nodded along, a look of irrepressible laughter on her face.

"Yeah, yeah! When you demonstrated it to us yesterday, I thought you were going to perform some powerful soul skill, but it turned out to be Pole Vault! It's just too funny!"

Tang San's face flushed with embarrassment as he scratched his head.

"Actually... I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I thought that by absorbing a 3,800-year spirit ring, I would gain a powerful offensive spirit skill. I never imagined that the final fusion would be with a century-old Solitary Bamboo spirit ring, and that the spirit skill would actually be Pole Vault."

Although he felt the spirit skill was a bit bizarre, Tang San didn't harbor much dissatisfaction in his heart.

In his view, simply surviving was the best possible outcome.

Even though Pole Vault wasn't an offensive spirit skill, the ability to leap a hundred meters into the air could prove quite useful for both escaping and reconnaissance.

Fu Qin sipped his chicken soup, listening to their words while feeling secretly smug.

This was exactly the effect he wanted! A century-old Solitary Bamboo spirit skill could never be a powerful offensive ability; a bizarre skill like Pole Vault was practically a "pit" tailor-made for Tang San.

Just imagine Tang San encountering an enemy in the future: while others unleashed powerful offensive spirit skills, he would only be able to pull out a bamboo pole and perform a Pole Vault to escape. The mental image alone was simply too hilarious.