Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation... The More, the Better
Do you know what Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation means?
Fang Fan spoke, his tone calm, neither refusing nor immediately agreeing.
"Know."
Dugu Yan's voice was still trembling, but her gaze grew increasingly resolute:
"Grandpa told Little Goose that not just any two people can Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation; it requires a high degree of compatibility between their Martial Soul."
Whether the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor and the Netherworld Saint Tiger can be compatible, Little Goose doesn't know.
But Little Goose knew that if she didn't try, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
After she finished speaking, she took another step forward, her long legs touching the edge of the bathtub, splashing a few drops of warm water onto her fair insteps.
She took a deep breath, completely eliminating that last bit of distance, and stepped into the bathtub.
The water rippled, her long, dark green hair spread out like seaweed, her skin turned slightly pink from the steam, and her emerald green eyes shone brightly in the mist.
"Please Your Highness, Your Highness."
Her voice finally stopped trembling, replaced by a calm acceptance of everything.
Fang Fan looked at her, a slight smile curving his lips.
He didn't ask anything more, but simply reached out and put his arm around her slender waist.
The next instant, the domineering aura of the Netherworld Saint Tiger and the chilling poisonous breath of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor collided violently in the bathroom.
The two completely different Martial Soul auras initially repelled each other fiercely, but then Entanglement like water and milk.
The emerald green snake shadow and the Mo Lan Tiger Shadow swirled and intertwined in the water mist. The steam in the entire bathroom was stirred into a huge vortex by an invisible force, and the hot water in the bathtub boiled. The auras of the two Martial Soul found a subtle point of convergence in their collision and began to slowly merge.
Dugu Yan closed her eyes. The poisonous breath of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor and the evil breath of the Netherworld Saint Tiger intertwined and circulated within her body. Each collision caused her meridians to throb slightly, but it was followed by a surge of power she had never felt before.
Her Soul Power quietly increased as the two Martial Soul merged, and even the toxicity of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor was refined into a purer form by the Evil aura of the Netherworld Saint Tiger.
This feeling was both unfamiliar and shocking, causing her to tilt her head back slightly, letting out a suppressed moan.
Outside the window, cicadas chirped incessantly.
The poisonous flowers and plants in the courtyard bloomed volcanically without wind, vying for attention amidst the intertwining of the two Martial Soul auras.
Two hours later, Dugu Yan quietly pushed open the door, peeked out and looked around to make sure the corridor was empty before limping back to her room.
Her face was as red as a burning sunset, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. After closing the door, she leaned against it, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
So this is what Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation is like.
She had only heard her grandfather mention it briefly before, but after experiencing it firsthand, she realized that the feeling was far beyond what words could describe.
The poisonous breath of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor and the evil breath of the Netherworld Saint Tiger intertwined and collided within his body. Each fusion was like a storm raging through his meridians, with pain and pleasure coexisting. His soul and Martial Soul resonated, and his entire being seemed to be reshaped.
She took a deep breath, feeling the purer Soul Power within her body—
He had quietly climbed from level 37 to level 37.5, gaining half a level in just two hours, which was simply unimaginable in his previous cultivation.
More importantly, the venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent has become more concentrated, raising its quality slightly.
If one can frequently engage in dual cultivation with His Your Highness, catching up with Zhu Zhuqing will be no difficult task.
She now finally understood why Zhu Zhuqing had been able to improve so quickly.
In the bathroom, Fang Fan stood up from the bathtub, water droplets sliding down his taut muscles.
He closed his eyes slightly, sensing the changes within his body—
Level 67, although only a small increase of half a level, added a wisp of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent's Extreme Poison attribute to the Netherworld Saint Tiger's Destruction power, making its Destruction ability even stronger after the two merged.
This was something he hadn't anticipated; the compatibility between the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul and the Netherworld Saint Tiger was even higher than he had expected, making it an unexpected surprise.
He dressed and stepped out of the door, only to meet Zhu Zhuqing's gaze at the end of the corridor.
She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, standing there for an unknown amount of time. When he came out, she merely raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes calm and still. She asked nothing, said nothing, and simply said, "The food is getting cold."
Fang Fan walked over and put his arm around her waist.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't break free; she just gave a soft hum and followed him into the main hall.
She was already prepared.
Such an exceptionally handsome man as her husband is not someone she can possess alone.
In the future, even more eyes will be drawn to him, and more women will flock to him like moths to a flame.
She was neither happy nor sad; all she needed to do was be a Fang Fan.
In the main hall, Dugu Bo sat upright in a grand chair, the tea in his hand long since cold, yet he did not replace it.
When the energy fluctuations from the fusion of Martial Soul emanated from the direction of the bathroom, he put down his teacup, and a smile slowly bloomed on his wrinkled old face.
That smile held a mixture of relief, excitement, and a hint of pride that was hard to define.
That girl Little Goose is much bolder than her grandfather.
He had lived most of his life and was always prudent and cautious in his actions, never daring to act rashly.
But Little Goose was different; once she set her mind on something, she was willing to risk everything to do it, and even he admired her courage.
It is a blessing for the Dugu family to be able to climb up to His Highness the Holy Son. More importantly, Little Goose's Martial Soul has become significantly purer after dual cultivation, which he can sense even through several walls.
Her improved skills were something she earned herself.
Who in this world doesn't want to be better? Little Goose wants it, and she dares to strive for it, so her grandfather has no reason not to be happy.
When Dugu Yan came out of the room after changing her clothes, she had already returned to her usual aloof demeanor, but her legs were still trembling slightly as she walked, and she subconsciously frowned when she sat down.
Dugu Bo didn't ask anything, he just put a piece of fish on her plate and said, "Eat more."
Dugu Yan blushed and lowered her head to eat, not daring to look at anyone.
Zhu Zhuqing sat next to Fang Fan, ladled a bowl of soup for Dugu Yan, and pushed it towards her, her tone as calm as if she were talking about the weather today:
"Drink more soup, it's good for your health."
Dugu Yan took the bowl in a daze, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashing in her emerald green eyes.
She had thought Zhu Zhuqing would be unhappy and give her a hard time, but not only did she not, she even served her soup.
The two women exchanged a glance across Fang Fan; there was no hostility in that glance, only a silent understanding.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her eyes slightly.
My husband's future is limitless, and he needs more powerful Soul Master around him. Whether it's her, Dugu Yan, or Ning Rongrong, they are all indispensable parts of his future plans.
Jealousy and rivalry would only hold her back; she wouldn't do something so foolish.
Dugu Bo silently sipped his tea, watching the subtle interaction between his granddaughter and Zhu Zhuqing, and the weight in his heart finally lifted.