Only I Can Hold Her

"Little Seven, Big Dad missed you so much."

"Little Seven, Second Dad missed you too."

"Little Seven missed Big Dad and Second Dad too."

As Tang Wutong spoke, the butterfly wings behind her fluttered, and she flew straight into the embraces of her two elders.

However, the next second, something bizarre happened.

Tang Wutong passed right through Da Ming and Er Ming.

As though she were nothing more than a phantom passing through them.

Did this lady turn into a ghost?

After awakening, beast Martial Souls were phantoms. Even during Martial Soul Possession, they could only display their traits on a Soul Master's body. Only after reaching the rank of Soul Sage and gaining a Martial Soul Avatar could they reveal their original forms. (Bai Ran: Wouldn't my seventh Soul Ring turn into a Balala the Fairies transformation?)

Tool Martial Souls, on the other hand, became tangible after awakening and could be touched directly.

Thus, when Tang Wutong took out the trident, she could easily poke Da Ming and Er Ming with it.

In a sense, the Sea Goddess's Daughter Martial Soul—Tang Wutong herself—was formed by fusing the beast Martial Soul, the Goddess of Light Butterfly, with the tool Martial Soul, the Sea God's Trident (basic model).

If one Martial Soul gave ten levels of Innate Soul Power, then two Martial Souls would make exactly twenty levels of Innate Soul Power, wouldn't they?

Wait, Tang Wutong suddenly realized something.

She couldn't touch Big Dad or Second Dad, but hadn't she just bitten that bastard who had turned her into a Martial Soul?

Thinking of this, Tang Wutong hurriedly flapped her butterfly wings and lunged at Bai Ran.

When Tang Wutong collided squarely with Bai Ran—

Tang Wutong was stunned, Da Ming and Er Ming were stunned, and Bai Ran was even more stunned.

Bai Ran: A beautiful girl throwing herself into my arms? Interesting.

Da Ming and Er Ming: Daughter, what are you doing?

Tang Wutong: N-no, it's not what you think. I just wanted to test something.

Why had this happened?

The answer was actually simple.

Tang Wutong was Bai Ran's Martial Soul.

The two shared the same origin.

Besides, if a Soul Master couldn't even touch their own Martial Soul, wouldn't that be absurd?

"Little Seven, your body is so soft and fragrant~"

Right before Da Ming and Er Ming's eyes, Bai Ran not only held Tang Wutong like this, but even provoked her like some blond punk.

"Who gave you permission to call me Little Seven?! This lady will bite you to death!"

When she saw this little hooligan actually teasing her—

Tang Wutong no longer cared that biting him would hurt her too.

She immediately bit down on Bai Ran's shoulder.

"Ah!"

It was no exaggeration to say that Tang Wutong's bite force rivaled that of an adult hyena.

Yet to outsiders, the scene looked somewhat intimate.

Da Ming: No! My Little Seven!

Er Ming: Big Brother, my heart hurts.

Even after biting Bai Ran's shoulder until it bled, even though it hurt her just as much, Tang Wutong stubbornly endured the pain and refused to let go.

Too much. This was absolutely too much.

Even family members like Big Dad and Second Dad couldn't hold her.

Yet this bastard before her had gotten to take advantage of her for free.

If Tang Wutong had an anger meter above her head, it would have definitely reached its full value of one hundred by now.

"Let go."

"I won't. I'll bite you to death, you little bastard."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Honestly, Bai Ran hadn't expected Tang Wutong to be so ruthless.

Sure enough, when women got ruthless, men had no place in it.

"Alright, Little Seven, let go already."

Unable to keep watching, Da Ming coughed twice and hurriedly spoke up.

Before leaving, Tang San had specifically explained that because their origins had fused into one, any injury Bai Ran suffered was also an injury Little Seven suffered.

So no matter how unwilling they were, they still had to take good care of this brat.

After all, mistreating him was the same as mistreating their own daughter.

Though Tang Wutong had bitten Bai Ran's shoulder hard enough to make him cry out in pain, a closer look at her expression showed that she was enduring it too.

Moreover, the strength of her bite was gradually weakening.

Clearly, she too was reaching the limit of enduring the pain of having her shoulder torn apart.

"Hmph~ For Big Dad and Second Dad's sake, I'll let you off this time."

Tang Wutong gave a soft snort, released her bite, and spoke as though she were being generous.

If Tang Wutong hadn't looked like she was barely holding herself together, Bai Ran might have believed her.

Bai Ran: If you've got the guts, keep going. Shared damage, you know.

Of course, Bai Ran only said that in his heart.

If he truly provoked her and she bit him again, Bai Ran really wouldn't be able to take it.

Especially since a ring of bluish teeth marks had faintly appeared where his shoulder had been bitten.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Bai Ran had been infected by a zombie.

Come to think of it, when Tang Wutong hurt him, she suffered the backlash of the same attack, and if the damage reached a life-threatening level, Bai Ran could even become immune to it.

Then what would happen if Bai Ran hurt Tang Wutong?

For a moment, Bai Ran grew curious.

But that curiosity could only remain curiosity.

Under the watchful eyes of those two furry beasts, touching their little princess—

If Bai Ran actually did something like that, he would truly be tired of living.

Bai Ran: Wait, no. If they hurt me, that's the same as hurting Tang Wutong. Even if I make them unhappy, it seems they can only put up with it.

Mm... forget it. It was better not to hurt Tang Wutong.

No matter what, she was his Martial Soul.

Their fortunes and misfortunes were tied together.

Unfortunately, Tang Wutong didn't seem to have realized that yet.