Xue Qinghe Wanted Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation? A Way to Suppress the Evil Fire

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window into the room.

Fang Fan opened the door and stepped out. Zhu Zhuqing followed beside him, her steps a little unsteady, so he reached out to support her by the waist.

Her ears reddened, but she did not pull away. She simply lowered her head and let him help her walk.

The moment they stepped out, they ran into Xue Qinghe, who was leaving the neighboring room.

The crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire still wore his Moon-White Robe and looked as refined as ever. But faint gray shadows lay beneath his eyes, and an unease he could not quite hide lingered in his expression.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Fang Fan greeted him casually.

"Good morning."

Xue Qinghe smiled and nodded, but his gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing despite himself.

Fang Fan had to help her walk. Last night must have been intense.

And judging by her aura, her Soul Power had clearly improved again—

Level thirty-six. Even her Martial Soul's aura was more concentrated and powerful than yesterday.

Xue Qinghe kept his expression calm, but his thoughts churned.

She had gone from level thirty-five to thirty-six in a single night? Even the quality of her Martial Soul had improved?

He had heard the sounds of their cultivation last night with his own ears, but that rate of progress was simply staggering.

He sent a mental message to Elder Snake Lance. "What level is Zhu Zhuqing now?"

"Level thirty-six. Her Martial Soul has grown a little stronger too."

Elder Snake Lance sounded impressed.

"That girl's leveling up far too fast. What happened last night?"

Xue Qinghe did not answer. Snake Lance had slipped away to drink with Pufferfish last night, so naturally he had no idea what had happened here.

As for Fang Fan, Snake Lance could not sense his exact level either. The young man held far too many secrets.

Gaining a level overnight while also improving a Martial Soul's quality—such a cultivation method lay completely beyond Xue Qinghe's understanding.

With an ordinary Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the benefits of cultivation were most pronounced during the first fusion and dwindled afterward.

But Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing seemed different. They improved with every session of dual cultivation, defying everything he knew about cultivation.

Xue Qinghe slowly rubbed his knuckles, his eyes resting on Fang Fan's back for a long time.

The Six-Winged Angel was a God-Level Martial Soul. If he practiced Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation with Fang Fan, could he also rise through the levels quickly?

Could his Martial Soul evolve too? The thought was so startling that even he could hardly believe he had entertained it.

But she, Qian Renxue, had spent nearly twenty years hiding her identity in the Heaven Dou Empire for Spirit Hall's grand cause. She was now only one level away from becoming a Titled Douluo. If she could practice dual cultivation with Fang Fan, perhaps she could cross that threshold much sooner.

Besides, Fang Fan truly was handsome, and his talent was beyond question. He possessed Twin Martial Souls, and no one had ever seen him use his second Martial Soul, the Netherworld Sword. Who knew how powerful it was?

"Did you sleep poorly last night, Your Highness?"

Fang Fan's voice suddenly cut through Xue Qinghe's thoughts.

Xue Qinghe came back to himself and smiled as though nothing were amiss. "I'm not used to the bed. It's nothing."

As they spoke, a door on the other side banged open, and Ning Rongrong came out with dark circles under both eyes.

Her usually lively eyes were half-closed, and she looked utterly wilted.

But the instant she saw Fang Fan, her eyes brightened. Then she abruptly remembered what she had seen through the window paper last night, and her face flushed to the tips of her ears.

"Rongrong, did you sleep poorly last night?" Dugu Yan asked as she came down the corridor and spotted Ning Rongrong's panda eyes.

"N-no, it's nothing!" Ning Rongrong hurriedly waved her hands, too guilty to look at Fang Fan, much less Zhu Zhuqing.

Fang Fan glanced at her and could more or less guess what had happened, but he could not be bothered to bring it up.

He turned and headed toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reception hall with Zhu Zhuqing beside him. Dugu Yan and Dugu Bo followed.

They were leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today. First they would visit Dugu Bo's residence, then stop by the Crown Prince's Palace. The itinerary had long been settled.

In the reception hall, Ning Fengzhi had already prepared breakfast. Bone Douluo Gu Rong sat to one side with his eyes closed, resting. Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood beside Rongrong, and his gaze suddenly sharpened when it fell on Zhu Zhuqing.

He tilted his head slightly and sent Ning Rongrong a mental message.

"Zhu Zhuqing seems to have reached level thirty-six. Her Martial Soul has grown stronger too."

"What?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, and she whipped around to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

Level thirty-six! She had only been level thirty-five last night. One night had passed, and she had gained a level? Even her Martial Soul had grown stronger?

Ning Rongrong's heart pounded. It really was because of that cultivation method last night! She stole a glance at Fang Fan, and the image of his defined abs and powerful arms beneath the moonlight rose in her mind again. Her face went crimson.

Just then, Ning Rongrong drew a deep breath as though she had made up her mind and called out to Fang Fan.

"Fang Fan, I want to join Spirit Hall Academy!"

The entire room was stunned.

Dugu Bo's teacup froze halfway to his lips, and Dugu Yan's green eyes went wide.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin parted his lips slightly, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong's eyes snapped open.

Ning Fengzhi stood dumbfounded, nearly dropping the fan in his hand.

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Ning Fengzhi lowered his fan, his tone unusually stern.

Rongrong had been spoiled since childhood and always acted on whatever came to mind. But she had no idea how deeply the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was tied to the Heaven Dou Empire, much less the subtle tensions between Spirit Hall and the empire.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. How could she join Spirit Hall on a whim?

"I don't care! I'm going!"

Ning Rongrong stamped her foot and ran up to Fang Fan, dark circles still under her eyes. She looked up at him.

"Fang Fan, will you let me?"

Fang Fan looked at her, then at Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing's expression did not change, though she raised an eyebrow slightly.

"All right. You can join," Fang Fan said with a nod.

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he only gave a rueful smile.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance. Neither knew what to say.

Fang Fan was the Spirit Hall Saint Son. They had already grasped the weight of that title yesterday.

Now that the Saint Son had agreed, they probably could not stop her.

Meanwhile, a pall of gloom hung over Shrek Academy.

Ever since Fang Fan had forced Dai Mubai to say, "The White Tiger Martial Soul is a lowly mongrel dog," in Soto City, Dai Mubai had sunk into a dark mood.

He no longer went to the training grounds or led training sessions. He spent all day drinking in a corner and ignored anyone who called to him.

Ma Hongjun was in even worse shape. He lay motionless on a wooden bed, his round face swollen and purplish red. Dark red burn marks flickered beneath his skin as the Evil Fire surged wildly through his meridians. He was in too much pain even to cry out.

After he had crushed the part of himself used to vent the fire with his own hands, that strange energy had become lodged in the wound. Every Healer they had summoned was helpless. His eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

Oscar's two broken fingers had been bandaged. He sat in a corner, watching one roommate waste away and the other lie crippled, unsure what to feel.

Flender rubbed his temples and sighed. Zhao Wuji remained silent. Xiao Wu leaned against Tang San, without even her usual hint of a smile.