You're Not Allowed to Sleep in Auntie's Bed!

"Stop eating, I'm going to burst."

At the end of the day, the two of them shared the same body.

Bai Ran had already eaten until he was six or seven-tenths full earlier.

Now that Tang Wutong had gone on another ravenous binge, Bai Ran felt as though the food was about to reach his throat.

"You're a grown man, yet your appetite is this small? Honestly... tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Tang Wutong also understood that stuffing Bai Ran to death would do her no good whatsoever.

After casually teasing him, she dismissed her martial soul possession and turned into a streak of light that returned to Bai Ran's body.

Now that they were full, they naturally had to get some sleep.

What else was there to do?

Smoke?

(Minors are forbidden from smoking.)

"Ahem, child, your name is Bai Ran, right?"

Seeing that the meal was over, Da Ming suddenly spoke.

"Yes."

Bai Ran answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Get some rest early. Tomorrow, we still need to take you to obtain a Soul Ring.

"By the way, you can address us as Seniors like before, or you can call us First Dad and Second Dad, like Little Seven does."

"Understood, Seniors. This junior will take his leave first."

First Dad and Second Dad?

Bai Ran simply could not bring himself to say that.

After all, he still had a grandfather who served as a steward in the Clear Sky Sect's outer sect.

If he called the First Sect Master and Second Sect Master First Dad and Second Dad—

his nominal grandfather might be scared to death if he found out.

Come to think of it, after awakening his god-tier martial soul, Bai Ran had been brought to the core area of Clear Sky Castle.

Now, Da Ming and Er Ming were keeping a close eye on him. He could not leave at all.

Still, with him around, Steward Grandpa should be able to live well in the outer sect from now on.

At the very least, he would not end up like Huo Yuhao's mother, mistreated by the main household every day and ultimately worked to death by illness.

Tang Wutong's bedroom—or rather, Bai Ran's room now.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, he naturally needed to lie on the bed and rest properly. Especially since he would be hunting Soul Beasts for a Soul Ring tomorrow.

Without a good mental state, it would be troublesome if anything unexpected happened.

His life was his own, and he only had one.

Although Bai Ran talked about becoming a pair of "star-crossed lovers" with Tang Wutong, when it came down to actually dying, he was clearly unwilling.

Just as Bai Ran was about to get onto the bed—

Tang Wutong suddenly beat him to it, sitting on the bed before kicking Bai Ran, who had been about to climb up, right off it.

Thud—

Thud—

Two objects hit the floor at the same time within the room.

Tang Wutong seemed to have forgotten again that attacks she inflicted upon Bai Ran would also affect her.

"Little Seven, what exactly are you doing?"

"This is the bed First Dad and Second Dad prepared for me. You're not allowed to sleep in it!"

Judging by Tang Wutong's age in the God Realm, she was only an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl.

Girls at that age were especially possessive of their belongings, particularly their personal possessions.

Forget the bed—if not for the special circumstances, Tang Wutong would not even want Bai Ran entering her room.

Tang Wutong: I really want to kick this little bastard out of the room and leave him freezing outside.

"But you don't even have a physical body. What the hell do you need a bed for?"

Tang Wutong could not eat the food from earlier, so likewise, she could not sleep in this bed.

Although she was currently floating above the bed.

The moment she reached her hand toward it, she would find that it passed straight through, just as before.

"I don't care! This is Auntie's bed, and you're not allowed to sleep in it!"

A girl's bed was naturally fragrant and soft.

And now, Bai Ran had just finished eating. Not only did he reek of food, he wanted to get into bed without even brushing his teeth.

How could Tang Wutong possibly tolerate that?

"Then you don't want to eat anything delicious tomorrow?"

The moment Bai Ran said that, Tang Wutong's weakness was immediately seized.

Making her watch delicious food without being able to eat it was more unbearable than killing her.

"You can sleep there, but at least go take a bath first."

Tang Wutong compromised.

"Fine, fine. If you wanted to see my body, you could've just said so. No need to beat around the bush."

As he spoke, Bai Ran headed toward the bathroom.

As a room Da Ming and Er Ming had specifically prepared for Little Seven, it naturally came with a private bathing room. He did not need to fight the Clear Sky Sect disciples outside for space in the communal bathhouse.

"Who wants to look at you, you little bastard?!"

Tang Wutong said that aloud, but she was somewhat curious inside. Turning into a streak of light, she slipped into Bai Ran's body.

Tang Wutong: I-I'm studying the mysteries of biology. This is a profoundly advanced academic subject, not lust!

In truth, there was nothing to see on a child who had just awakened his martial soul.

Although soul masters on Douluo Continent generally matured early.

By the age of twelve or thirteen, they were about the same as ordinary adults.

But a six-year-old child who had just awakened his martial soul had not yet undergone the strengthening of Soul Rings. Physically, he was no different from an ordinary six-year-old child.

At most, having awakened a martial soul might have made him a little sturdier than other children his age.

"So comfortable—"

After stripping off his clothes and soaking in the bath pool, whose temperature had been specially adjusted by the servants.

Bai Ran could not help letting out a long sigh.

He had never had such conditions before.

When he had followed Steward Grandpa, going days without bathing and getting lice on his body had been perfectly normal.

After the Clear Sky Sect went into seclusion again, ordinary disciples had to provide for their own food, clothing, and shelter.

Even an outer sect steward had to personally go down the mountain to fetch water.

Steward Grandpa's legs were inconvenient. Even hauling back the daily drinking water took some effort, much less water for bathing.

But now, soaking in the bath pool prepared for Tang Wutong.

Bai Ran could not help sighing to himself: Rich people really know how to enjoy life.

Just as Bai Ran was soaking comfortably.

He suddenly noticed a great many bubbles rising from the water before him. Then, a woman's head slowly emerged.

"Holy shit, a ghost!"