True Hexagonal All-Round Soul Master! The Healer Has a Warrior's Heart!

Liu Erlong landed on the rock.

Ye Yingling finally snapped back to reality and hurriedly bowed deeply to Liu Erlong.

"Thank you... Senior, thank you for saving me."

Liu Erlong glanced at her.

"You're thanking me too soon."

Ye Yingling froze.

Before she could even ask for clarification, a mass of pitch-black liquid suddenly surged from Liu Erlong's chest.

The black liquid churned in the air, lunging straight toward her like a living creature.

Ye Yingling's pupils constricted, and she instinctively tried to dodge backward.

But the black liquid was far faster than her, instantly enveloping her entire body.

She let out a short, sharp cry of alarm.

The dress she was wearing was decomposed and replaced the moment the black liquid permeated it.

In its place was a set of pitch-black, ink-like skin-tight bodysuit.

The bodysuit wrapped around her from her neck down to her ankles, clearly outlining her slender yet curvaceous figure.

Ye Yingling's face flushed bright red.

She felt as if her entire body had been tossed into a pool of warm water.

That layer of black bodysuit felt like countless warm palms pressing against her skin simultaneously.

She instinctively hugged her chest with both hands and tried to cover her legs, but she had no idea where to cover.

She was wrapped tightly from head to toe, yet every inch of her felt like it was being touched.

"W-what is this?!" she shouted in a panic.

"Heh heh, from now on, you are my mount."

A strange male voice echoed in her ear.

Hearing this, Liu Erlong rolled her eyes instinctively.

That line again.

She knew all too well what was about to happen next.

Jiang Ce, that bastard, always kept his word—when there was work to do, he rode the mount; when there was no work, he rode the mount.

He wouldn't even stop when she was fighting, always buried deep within, unable to pull himself out.

He could devour two Phantom Dragons and still keep fighting; she could handle that kind of thing without changing her expression now.

But this little girl, who had just been scared out of her wits, tsk tsk, she was in for a rough time.

Hearing that she was to become a so-called mount, Ye Yingling panicked even more, struggling desperately to tear off the layer of black bodysuit.

But the substance was like mucus; as soon as she pulled it away, it stuck right back onto her body, making her pretty face turn beet red.

"Little girl," Jiang Ce's voice suddenly dropped, sounding seductive.

"Are you still afraid because you lack power?"

Ye Yingling froze in place, her breathing ragged.

Of course, she was afraid.

When she had been driven to the brink by that Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon earlier, she hadn't even had the strength to run.

If it weren't for the senior in front of her descending from the sky, she would have already died under the dragon's breath.

"Your Nine-Heart Begonia is indeed strong, but you can only be a wet nurse hiding behind others for the rest of your life."

"You can only heal, not fight. When danger strikes, you can't even protect yourself—haven't you had enough of what just happened?"

Ye Yingling's body trembled.

She remembered the mercenary captain whose chest had been pierced through in a single blow.

She remembered the despair of her legs turning to jelly, unable to even stand as the Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon closed in.

She wanted to retort, but she couldn't say a word.

"I can remove the flaws in your martial soul, make it evolve, and make you a hundred times stronger than you are now."

"Besides, you've already experienced it firsthand—feel your body right now."

Jiang Ce released his control over the Symbiote.

Ye Yingling's eyes widened sharply as power surged from every limb and bone.

Speed, defense, mental power, recovery—every attribute was skyrocketing, increasing by more than several times.

She looked down at her hands in disbelief and clenched her fists, her knuckles popping with a crisp sound.

Jiang Ce immediately flooded her mind with a massive amount of information.

He filled her up as if she were a cream puff.

Once the digestion was complete, her face was filled with shock.

The Nine-Heart Begonia, her martial soul, was the top-tier healing martial soul passed down through a single line of the Ye family; no matter how many spirit rings were added, it possessed only one healing skill.

But at this moment, through the layer of black latex covering her body, she could clearly perceive the existence of other skills.

They were not healing skills, but combat skills.

She could summon them at any time.

To test it out, he raised her hand.

It was a skill Jiang Ce had previously acquired by devouring a 2,500-year-old Explosive Flame Lizard:

Flame Burst Bomb!

In an instant, a fireball the size of a human head appeared in her palm, radiating intense heat.

She fired it with a thought.

The flame shot instantly toward a distant mountain peak.

During its flight, the fireball burst open, transforming into dozens of fist-sized flame bombs.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

In an instant, that mountain peak was subjected to a continuous barrage of explosions.

Debris tumbled down.

"This..."

Ye Yingling could not believe it.

She was actually able to release other skills.

She, a healing-type spirit master, had directly transformed into a power-attack type!

"That's right. As long as I have devoured the skill, you can use it while in the Symbiote state."

"All six skills from that Golden Armored Red Flame Dragon are available; just call out whichever one you want to use."

Ye Yingling felt her head spinning; a Nine-Heart Begonia spirit master could actually release the combat skills of a dragon-type spirit beast.

Immediately after, Jiang Ce revealed another fact that left her stunned.

"When I devour a ten-thousand-year spirit beast, I feed back two percent to you."

"That is equivalent to two hundred years of spirit power, which is equal to three or four months of your hard cultivation."

Ye Yingling's heart skipped a beat.

Killing one ten-thousand-year spirit beast was worth three or four months of her meditation and hard work.

There was no record in the entire Douluo Continent of such a powerful Symbiote.

However, splitting off the Fission body had come at a cost.

Jiang Ce's original twenty-four-thousand-year age had split into two twelve-thousand-year entities, one remaining inside Liu Erlong and the other parasitizing Ye Yingling.

Although the individual level had dropped, having two mounts online simultaneously—plus the fact that the age could be increased again through devouring—meant this was a profitable deal.

"This Venom Symbiote... is simply too strong."

Ye Yingling murmured, the fear in her voice completely replaced by excitement.

Before she could finish, the black latex suit on her body tightened abruptly.

Ye Yingling gasped, her hands instinctively clutching her chest, though she didn't know where to cover.

The latex suit clung tightly to her body, outlining every inch of her curves in vivid detail.

"Tsk tsk, not a bad body." Jiang Ce's voice carried a hint of satisfied amusement.

Ye Yingling's cheeks flushed red, and even her neck was stained pink.

"You, don't—"

"You need to adapt properly, or how will you fight in the future?" Jiang Ce said righteously. "You can ask your senior sister for some pointers."

"Senior sister?" Ye Yingling was stunned, instinctively looking at Liu Erlong.

She recalled the scene from the battle just now: a three-ring Spirit Venerable brutally beating a twenty-thousand-year dragon beast, punch after punch landing, scales flying everywhere.

That kick from the sky, like a falling meteor, had directly smashed a crater into the forest.

Moreover, she had just absorbed the spirit ring of a twenty-thousand-year spirit beast directly, right?

Her fourth spirit ring was a ten-thousand-year ring; was she even human?

Liu Erlong felt somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Since when did I become her senior sister?"

"From now on, you can call me Teacher," Jiang Ce announced as if it were a matter of course.

Liu Erlong raised an eyebrow; this bastard was at it again.

The "Teacher" he spoke of certainly didn't mean it in the literal sense; this guy had far too many tricks up his sleeve.

Whether it was roleplay, making her call him Daddy, or even the reverse where he would happily call her Mommy, he was simply a pervert.

A teacher-student romance was just one dish on the menu, and she was already too lazy to resist.

Anyway, whether it was one way or another, she would just end up molded into his shape; what difference did it make?

"Senior sister," Ye Yingling called out to Liu Erlong obediently.

Sensing the thoughts in Liu Erlong's mind, Jiang Ce activated Phantom Dragon Impact once again.

Liu Erlong's expression changed drastically, and her body staggered.

Ye Yingling hurriedly reached out to support her.

"Senior sister, what's wrong? Were you injured in the battle just now?"

Yet she clearly remembered that Liu Erlong had completely crushed the opposition in that fight.

Liu Erlong covered her lower abdomen and hips with both hands, gritting her teeth.

"Ugh... huff... you, you stop that—huff—"

"My eldest disciple, you must be obedient and stop letting your imagination run wild."

Jiang Ce said unhurriedly.

As he paused, it took a long while for Liu Erlong to regain her composure.

"What do you mean my imagination is running wild? It's clearly you messing around with me here."

"I am merely training you."

Listening to Jiang Ce's shameless words, Liu Erlong bit her silver teeth, eventually letting out a sigh.

Forget it, she had already been molded into his shape anyway.

Ye Yingling looked at her strangely behaving senior sister, completely confused.

She called out again, "Senior sister?"

Suddenly, a lump bulged from the black bodysuit on her chest, and a pitch-black tentacle emerged from the collar, its tip rapidly molding into a human face.

That face was handsome and sharp, heroic and extraordinary, exuding a sense of calm yet arrogant pressure.

Ye Yingling instinctively recoiled, but after seeing the face clearly, her eyes flickered, and she felt inexplicably more at ease.

"And what about me?"

Ye Yingling pursed her lips and whispered, "...Teacher."

"Not bad, not bad," Jiang Ce nodded with satisfaction. "Your plan to obtain your second spirit ring will be put on hold for now; let's polish your body thoroughly first."

Ye Yingling was curious, but after a moment of reflection, she understood.

Even if she went to hunt a spirit beast for her second ring now, given the nature of the Nine-Heart Begonia, it would only increase her spirit power limit and healing output, without adding any new skills.

Rather than setting her path in stone now, it was better to use the Symbiote's skill system to build a solid foundation for combat.

Moreover, after experiencing the many combat techniques granted to her by the Symbiote, she was even a little unwilling to remain just a healing spirit master; what support spirit master didn't have the heart of a warrior?

Jiang Ce seemed to perceive her thoughts, snorted, and began to lay out the subsequent plans.

He spoke of evolution paths, the removal of martial soul restrictions, and the ultimate goal.

Ye Yingling listened in a daze.

Could this really be achieved?

Could she, a healing spirit master, actually stack buffs for others indefinitely?

If that were the case, wouldn't she be even more terrifying than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?

If not for the limitations of the Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul, the title of the continent's number one support spirit master should have belonged to her Ye family all along.

Besides, these concepts of Teacher's were so powerful; she had never heard anyone else mention them.

"What a fool."

A black tentacle emerged from her shoulder and tapped her head lightly.

Ye Yingling rubbed the spot where she was tapped, feeling aggrieved. "Teacher, why did you hit me—"

"Even if your martial soul doesn't evolve or mutate, you can still rely on my abilities to fight."

"Assault, control, agility, healing, support—I have it all here. You can be whatever kind of spirit master you want to be; who said you were boxed into only standing in the back row to heal people?"

Ye Yingling blinked, finally coming to her senses.

That's right, even if her martial soul always had only one healing skill, As long as the teacher remained within her, she could invoke every combat skill at will.

One second she was casting heals on her teammates, and the next she was diving into the enemy backline to unleash a burst of damage; such a thing was unheard of across the entire Douluo Continent.

Liu Erlong, standing to the side, couldn't help but sigh, for she was the same.

In the Symbiote state, she could fully access the hundreds of skills Jiang Ce possessed, though she rarely used them in daily life.

Once she unleashed her full firepower, she was no longer just a four-ring assault-type battle spirit master, but an all-around, well-rounded warrior.

As Jiang Ce continued to devour more spirit beasts and harvest more skills in the future, this upper limit was far from being reached.

"Alright, let's head back for supplies for now." Jiang Ce transformed back into the black bodysuit, his tone lazy. "And while we're at it, I'll get a nice treasure to properly nourish our little Yingling's body."

Ye Yingling blinked. Nourish her body?

What did that mean?

Liu Erlong, however, gave her a meaningful look, her gaze slowly sweeping over the exquisite curves wrapped in the black bodysuit.

Ye Yingling felt completely uncomfortable under that stare and subconsciously hunched her shoulders.

She looked down at the slightly writhing black bodysuit on her own body, then looked at the identical one on Liu Erlong, which outlined her curvaceous figure to perfection.

A rather ominous association suddenly popped into her mind.

"Senior Sister... what exactly did Teacher mean by 'nourish the body'—?"

Liu Erlong didn't answer, leaving only a meaningful hum before walking ahead.

Ye Yingling shivered where she stood.