Starry Night Gift, God-King Level Attire!

The moonlight spilled onto the clearing behind the mountain, stretching the shadows of the two figures long and thin.

Xiao Wu was still immersed in the lingering warmth of that kiss, her cheeks burning and her heart drumming like a war drum. Her fingers remained tightly interlaced with Yi Chen's, unwilling to let go.

Yi Chen looked down at her. Under the moonlight, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a smile she couldn't suppress played at the corners of her lips. He remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking, "Xiao Wu, I want to show you something."

Xiao Wu looked up, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?"

Yi Chen didn't answer. Instead, he released her hand and stepped back half a pace. He closed his eyes, and the aura around him shifted abruptly.

His ninth soul ring ignited behind him—a deep, crimson-gold radiance so intense it was nearly gold. It hovered alongside his other eight blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul rings, emitting an indescribable fluctuation that felt as if it belonged to the level of universal laws.

As the nine rings rotated in unison, dark golden light converged toward his palms like a rising tide.

Xiao Wu was forced back half a step by the pressure of that aura, but she didn't look away. She watched as a cluster of golden light slowly condensed and took shape within Yi Chen's palms.

It wasn't a soul power attack, nor a formation, nor a weapon. It was a dress.

The golden light wove and darted like silk threads on a loom, gradually outlining the silhouette of a long gown.

The main body of the dress was a pure, pristine white, adorned with pale golden patterns. These patterns weren't embroidered; they were woven from the light itself, moving slowly across the hem as if they were living things.

A teardrop-shaped gemstone was embedded at the neckline, emitting a gentle, iridescent glow.

The skirt was layered and light as a cloud, its edges dusted with tiny, shimmering points of light, as if an entire galaxy had been harvested and sewn into the hem.

Beneath the gown, a pair of crystal-clear glass slippers slowly materialized.

The surface of the shoes shimmered with the same pale golden luster, and a tiny gemstone was set into each heel, echoing the one at the neckline.

The entire process lasted about the time it takes to brew a pot of tea. When the final trace of light settled, a complete set of clothing hovered silently above Yi Chen's palms, glowing with a soft, dreamlike radiance under the moonlight.

Xiao Wu was completely stunned.

She had seen countless beautiful clothes—in Nuoding City, at Shrek Academy, and while shopping in Heaven Dou City. She had seen all manner of magnificent attire.

But she had never seen a dress like this. It was as beautiful as a dream, like a gown for a goddess stepped out of myth and legend.

"This is..." Her voice trembled slightly.

Yi Chen opened his eyes, the light of his ninth soul ring slowly fading. He looked at the dress in his palms with a hint of satisfaction before turning to Xiao Wu, his tone softer than usual. "A gift for you."

Xiao Wu's breath hitched for a moment.

"I just used my ninth soul skill, Omniscience and Omnipotence," Yi Chen explained, his voice flat, as if stating something trivial. "It allows me to know everything within the universe for a short time and to create anything I desire, provided it is below the level of a God King."

He paused, his gaze falling on the dress. "I made this for you based on a vision from my memory."

He didn't say what that "vision" was. It was a memory of Xiao Wu from his past life, in another time and space, wearing a dress almost identical to this one, standing amidst the radiance of Sea God Island, looking breathtakingly beautiful.

"It's not just for show," Yi Chen added. "I've imbued this dress with a law of protection. Once you wear it, no attack below the level of a God King can harm you. Even a full-force strike from a Limit Douluo would only leave a speck of dust on your hem."

Xiao Wu stared blankly at the dress hovering in the moonlight, her eyes gradually turning red.

She reached out, her fingertips gently brushing the edge of the skirt. The texture was soft and warm, like touching the surface of a cloud.

"You made this for me?" Her voice was choked with emotion.

"Yes."

"Using your ninth soul skill?"

"Yes."

"And it can withstand any attack below a God King?"

"Yes."

Xiao Wu took a deep breath, then lunged into his arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his waist and burying her face in his chest.

Yi Chen felt a warm dampness seep through the fabric of his shirt.

"...Why are you so good to me?" Her voice was muffled, thick with nasal congestion. "I only just confessed to you, and you're already giving me something so precious... How am I supposed to repay you later?"

Yi Chen looked down at her fuzzy crown, reached out to gently wrap his arms around her back, and replied with a hint of a smile, "Who said you had to repay me? You're mine; isn't it only natural for me to give you gifts?"

Xiao Wu stayed buried in his chest for a long while before finally looking up. Her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, but the corners of her mouth were curved into a bright arc.

She looked at Yi Chen, her gaze filled with a softness and determination he had never seen before. "Then I'll put it on for you to see."

She took the dress and turned to run into the small wooden hut behind the mountain, usually used for changing into training gear. A moment later, the door creaked open, and Xiao Wu stepped out.

Under the moonlight, she stood at the doorway of the hut. The hem of her dress fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, and the pale golden patterns glowed softly in the lunar light.

Her crystal slippers touched the grass, each step feeling as if she were walking on starlight. Her long hair, usually tied into a scorpion braid, was let down, cascading over her shoulders and back, the ends teased by the night wind.

She looked at Yi Chen with a touch of nervousness, her hands unconsciously clutching the edge of her skirt. Her voice was softer than usual. "...Does it look good?"

Yi Chen looked at her, silent for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice lower and deeper than before. "It's almost unfairly beautiful."

Xiao Wu's face flushed to the tips of her ears, but she didn't look away. Instead, she lifted her skirt and walked toward him step by step. She stood still, looking up at him, the moonlight reflecting tiny, shimmering stars in her eyes.

"Then you have to be responsible," she said softly, yet with a weight of sincerity. "From now on, I will only wear it for you."

Yi Chen reached out, gently taking her hand, their fingers interlacing.

"Alright."

Under the moonlight, the two stood side by side beneath the ancient tree. The dress, woven by the ninth soul skill, cast a faint glow on Xiao Wu, as if coating the night in a dreamlike filter.

In the distance, the light was still on in Ning Rongrong's room in the Shrek Academy dormitory building.

She stood by the window, watching the two figures standing side by side under the ancient tree, seeing the dress on Xiao Wu shimmering in the moonlight. She stood in silence for a long time before finally drawing the curtains.