Resonance of Seven Colors and the Spirit Cat, Ning Rongrong Eager to Feed Fang Fan Wine

Zhu Zhuqing recalled that subtle feeling from last night and finally understood it.

It had not merely been an increase in Soul Power, but a deeper resonance.

In their sleep, the two had clung tightly together, their breaths mingling and heartbeats overlapping. At that moment, the Hell Spirit Cat and Seven-Colored Light Sword had drawn closest to one another.

It surpassed ordinary compatibility. Seven-colored radiance bloomed like an aurora, gently enveloping the Hell Spirit Cat as light and darkness intertwined, sword and cat merging together.

Her Hell Spirit Cat had turned seven-colored during the fusion.

Its fur flowed with seven-colored luster, and it let out a long, contented moan.

Lazy and satisfied, as though it had reached an indescribable climax.

The next morning, faint dawn light filtered through the carved wooden window into the room.

Fang Fan slowly awoke from his hangover. While his mind was still hazy, his sense of touch returned first.

His face was buried in something soft and warm.

Like resting against clouds, like being wrapped in silk.

A delicate orchid-like fragrance lingered at his nose.

Mixed with the fresh scent of soapberries, it drifted into his nostrils in wisps.

His head was buried between Zhu Zhuqing's peaks.

The feeling was explosively wonderful.

He did not open his eyes immediately, silently savoring the tenderness.

Zhu Zhuqing was usually cold and dignified.

But while asleep, she showed no restraint at all.

Both arms were tightly locked around his waist.

One leg rested over him, and like a little cat guarding its food, she held him firmly, as though afraid he might run off in the middle of the night.

This position made it seem as if she had treated him like an oversized rag doll, except he was far more comfortable than one.

He sensed the changes within his body. His Soul Power had risen another quarter level.

He had steadily advanced a considerable distance from the early stage of Level 54, drawing closer to Level 55.

What caught his attention even more was the change in his Martial Soul.

Dark attribute plus ten, agility plus eight.

The Seven-Colored Light Sword was primarily light-attributed.

Its dark attribute had originally been much weaker. A sudden increase of ten points overnight was absolutely not the result of normal cultivation.

His agility had also increased out of nowhere despite not being deliberately trained.

Had Zhu Zhuqing done something last night?

He tried hard to recall it, but all he remembered was blurry drunkenness and warmth.

He remembered falling asleep as soon as he lay down and having a long, comfortable dream.

Seven-colored light and shadow intertwined with darkness, while a black cat leaped joyfully within them.

He calmed his mind and examined the depths of his Martial Soul, quickly discovering the clue.

The auras of the Hell Spirit Cat and Seven-Colored Light Sword were more tightly entwined than yesterday's. They had not yet reached the level of souls merging, nor could they achieve the terrifying amplification of a true Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but this was far beyond ordinary Martial Soul Resonance.

The two Martial Souls had unconsciously undergone a shallow, tentative fusion.

They had developed a certain tacit understanding and shared frequency.

His Seven-Colored Light Sword had grown slightly stronger, its Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent sharper and more condensed than yesterday.

The Hell Spirit Cat had also grown slightly stronger, and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul had likewise been nourished.

This was the result of both of them becoming stronger together.

The corners of Fang Fan's mouth lifted slightly. This trip to Suotuo City had not been wasted.

He had taught that coward Dai Mubai a lesson.

He had seen Tang San's suicidal way of courting death.

He had witnessed Shrek Academy's absurd teaching philosophy.

And he had unexpectedly discovered that sleeping while holding Zhu Zhuqing for one night could allow two utterly different Martial Souls to undergo an initial fusion.

Fusion between a beast Martial Soul and a tool Martial Soul was already rare.

The fusion of light and dark dual attributes was even more unheard of.

Zhu Zhuqing woke as well. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as her deep eyes slowly opened.

Morning light fell across her face, making her cold yet stunning features resemble jade porcelain freshly lifted from water.

Still groggy, her first thought was why the rag doll in her arms was so hard.

Then she saw Fang Fan's face. It was not a rag doll. It was Fang Fan.

Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, and her leg was draped over him in an indecent manner.

And Fang Fan was staring at her.

His eyes, usually hazy with drunkenness, were exceptionally clear at this moment.

There was a faint smile in them.

As though they were saying, "Was holding me comfortable?"

Zhu Zhuqing's small face instantly turned red, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears and neck.

She swiftly released him and sat up from the bed.

Moving as fast as a startled spirit cat, she rushed into the bathroom without looking back and shut the door.

Leaning against the door, she let out a long breath.

Looking at herself in the mirror, cheeks flushed and eyes evasive.

There was no trace left of the Hell Spirit Cat's cold, glamorous assassin demeanor.

Thinking of what had just happened.

Her skin had become much thicker than before.

In the past, she probably would have been so embarrassed that she would not know how to face him.

But though she still blushed now, she was no longer flustered.

Perhaps because this was not the first time, or perhaps because that embrace had made her feel safe.

After washing up, she emerged from the bathroom looking cold and composed again, though the faint redness lingering at her ears exposed her panic.

She and Fang Fan left their room and headed downstairs to the dining hall to find Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong had already been waiting and had ordered an entire table of breakfast.

Golden fried eggs, crisp bacon, fresh milk buns, croissants, honey-glazed ham, oatmeal porridge, orange juice, milk, and several plates of exquisite pastries.

Zhu Zhuqing had grown up in the Star Luo Empire's Zhu Family and had seen luxurious food and clothing, but she was still stunned by such an extravagant breakfast order.

Was this the financial power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

When Ning Rongrong saw the two enter the dining hall, her gaze swept over them, and her bright eyes narrowed slightly.

She keenly noticed something.

Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power was more solid than last night, her aura several degrees stronger, and her entire body carried the air of someone who had been nourished.

Though Fang Fan still appeared lazy and drunk, his Sword Intent was more restrained than yesterday—and more dangerous.

After just one night, both of them had visibly improved.

She was quite envious and wondered what they had done.

Could it have been the wine-feeding ritual?

She lifted her milk and took a sip.

Her gaze passed over the rim of the cup and landed on Zhu Zhuqing's curvaceous figure.

Then she lowered her head and looked at herself.

Milk really was a good thing.

She needed to drink more of it.

"Where are we going next?"

Ning Rongrong set down her milk cup and picked up a silver fork to cut her bacon.

Zhu Zhuqing swallowed a mouthful of porridge and turned to Fang Fan.

"Fang Fan knows."

That was now her standard answer.

She did not need to know where they were going.

She did not need to plan their route.

Wherever Fang Fan went, she would go.

A few months ago, she would never even have considered this feeling of complete trust.

Now, however, it felt natural—just as natural as feeding him wine.

Ning Rongrong followed her gaze toward Fang Fan, and Zhu Zhuqing looked over as well.

Two pairs of beautiful eyes focused at once on the white-clothed youth slouched in his chair, raising a wine jug to his lips.

Fang Fan took a sip of wine and lightly tapped the table with his fingertips.

"We're still in the Heaven Dou Empire. No map change.

Let's go to Heaven Dou City and take a look at the Royal Academy."

His tone was lazy, but Ning Rongrong caught a hint of something unusual.

When Fang Fan said this, his eyes became clear for an instant.

Though it was so brief that Zhu Zhuqing did not notice.

Having grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was far better at judging people than others her age.

Fang Fan was definitely not going to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy just to "take a look."

Fang Fan truly was not going merely to look around.

A few years ago, he had seen Xue Qinghe from afar.

He had been just over ten at the time, and it had been entirely by chance.

He had spotted Xue Qinghe in the distance.

A strange resonance had risen within Fang Fan.

It was as though two utterly different powers had responded to each other in the unseen realm.

He had been too weak then, with no right to investigate.

Now, things were different.

A Level 54 Soul King, with Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent and a Level 96 Peak Douluo protector.

Things he had wanted to do but had not dared to before, he could now do freely.

People he had wanted to see but had not dared to before, he could now meet openly.

Ning Rongrong set down her fork, wiped the corner of her mouth, then suddenly leaned closer and said mysteriously.

"How about letting me feed Fang Fan some wine?"

Zhu Zhuqing's hand holding the porridge bowl paused slightly. She looked up at Ning Rongrong, her gaze cold but carrying a trace of wariness.

"No."

Her answer was brief and decisive, without the slightest room for discussion.

Fang Fan was someone she had supported all the way from the wilderness.

She had personally fed him countless mouthfuls of wine.

Why should she let someone else do it?

Especially a beautiful female Soul Master from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's direct line who was intensely curious about Fang Fan.

Ning Rongrong was not angered by the rejection. Tilting her head, she held out three fingers.

"Let me feed him once, just once. One thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Zhu Zhuqing continued drinking her porridge without changing expression.

"Five thousand!"