Xiao Wu Wanted Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation Too...? Bibi Dong's Letter, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Courted Death...
Ning Rongrong's arm was still around his neck, her whole body almost pressed against his back, her body heat coming through the thin summer shirt, and her breath, carrying the fragrance of Osmanthus, gently brushed against his ear.
Her skin felt wonderful to the touch, smooth and delicate, like a piece of warm, lustrous jade.
In the shadows, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood under Willow by the lake, sword in hand, gazing at the scene in the pavilion. A helpless yet indulgent smile appeared on his aged face.
Rongrong, that girl, usually finds it annoying to even exchange a few words with any of the young talents in the sect, but now, for Fang Fan, she's actually willing to lower herself and compete with two other girls right in front of each other.
But it's good, Rongrong has been pampered since childhood and has become arrogant. It's rare to find someone she can lower herself to fight for.
This young man certainly deserves her initiative, it's just that his shamelessness...
He smiled and shook his head, his old face full of kindness.
In any case, all he cares about is protecting her; who she likes and how she pursues him is her own business.
In the pavilion, Fang Fan stood up. Ning Rongrong's arm slid off his shoulder, but she reluctantly grabbed his sleeve again.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er also stood up at the same time, and the three girls' eyes all fell on Fang Fan, waiting for him to speak.
A lake breeze swept through the pavilion, stirring their skirts and hair, and carrying with it three distinct yet equally enchanting fragrances.
Fang Fan looked at them, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.
What they were fighting for was not him as a person, but the boost in power he could bring.
That's how it is in the Douluo Continent: the strong are respected, and those who can make others stronger are equally worthy of pursuit.
However, he didn't dislike this pursuit, because without their pursuit, the Netherworld Saint Tiger would not be able to evolve time and time again.
Xiao Wu quietly slipped away from Shui Yunlian's group and wandered aimlessly along the winding Ice Crystal Corridor of the Skywater Academy.
She turned the corner of an Ice Crystal Archway and suddenly stopped.
In the pavilion ahead, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er were sitting on either side of Fang Fan, while Ning Rongrong stood behind Fang Fan, her arm around his neck from behind, her whole body almost pressed against his back.
The three girls chatted back and forth, each refusing to give an inch, filling the air with a tense, almost volatile atmosphere, yet also carrying a touch of girlish coquettishness and shyness.
Xiao Wu leaned against the icicle, watching quietly.
She listened for a while and then understood.
What they were arguing about wasn't anything else, but who would be the first to fuse their martial souls with Fang Fan Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation.
Shui Bing'er said the Ice Phoenix was a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, Ning Rongrong said she knew Fang Fan first, and Shui Yue'er said if you like someone, you should take the initiative to pursue them. Each had their own reasons, and neither was willing to back down.
She leaned against the cold pillar, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
That's how it is in the Douluo Continent. Everyone wants to become a legendary Titled Douluo, everyone wants to improve, and everyone wants to make their Martial Soul stronger.
The Martial Soul Evolution is practically a fantasy in the outside world.
Martial Soul is innate; it is what it is, and it can only evolve with an extraordinary stroke of luck.
But Fang Fan's Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation is something he can actually achieve.
Zhu Zhuqing is a living example. Dai Mubai previously said that Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul was weaker than the White Tiger Martial Soul, but look at her now.
Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul has evolved into the Hell Spirit Cat King, which is slightly stronger than Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul.
Zhu Zhuqing herself said that her Martial Soul has an extra "king" in it, which means she is the king of the Hell Spirit Cat, a leap in bloodline level.
There's also Dugu Yan, who just finished dual cultivation with Fang Fan yesterday, and overnight she went from level 37.5 to level 38. The venom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor has also been refined to be even purer.
Who wouldn't want this kind of visible progress?
Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, Ning Rongrong —aren't they all exceptionally talented and privileged young women?
No matter how talented they are, they can't progress much faster by cultivating step by step. Now that a shortcut is right in front of them, they naturally flock to it, vying to become Fang Fan's women.
Xiao Wu at Ning Rongrong's intimate gesture of hooking her arm around Fang Fan's neck, at Shui Yue'er's affectionate way of leaning against Fang Fan's shoulder, and at the blush that appeared on Shui Bing'er's usually aloof face, Xiao Wu suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable envy.
They could at least take the initiative and walk up to Fang Fan openly and say, "I want to cultivate with you."
But what about her?
She was merely a prisoner, her Soul Power sealed, waiting to become Fang Fan's Soul Spirit.
She had no right to argue, nor did she have the right to refuse.
Fang Fan said that Soul Spirit can retain consciousness, but she still doesn't know if that's true or just a lie to keep her in line.
She lowered her head, her pink bunny-ear braids hanging listlessly over her shoulders, and the envy in her heart grew wildly like vines, making her chest feel suffocated.
She suddenly wondered if she weren't Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, if she were just an ordinary human Soul Master, would she also be able to walk up to Fang Fan openly and honestly, and say, "I also want to improve"?
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
In the shadows, the bloated figure of the Pufferfish Douluo was hidden behind an ice crystal willow tree, watching the scene in the pavilion from afar, his lips twitching repeatedly.
His Highness the Holy Son is incredibly lucky with women!
Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Ning Rongrong, and now the Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er sisters, five stunningly beautiful girls revolve around him, all vying to fuse their Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation.
Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, the only one who could make the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the two ice beauties of the Skywater Academy simultaneously lower their pride and actively compete for him is probably His Highness the Holy Son.
He patted his round belly, thinking to himself, "Back in my day, I was Titled Douluo, so why didn't I get this kind of treatment?"
But then I thought about it again--
His Highness the Holy Son is so young yet already Level 69 Quasi- Soul Saint, Twin Martial Souls, and his combat power can crush Soul Saint of higher levels. Such monstrous talent is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence on the continent. It would be strange if these girls didn't fawn over him.
Just as he was marveling at this, a Messenger Pigeon fluttered down and landed on his shoulder.
The Pufferfish Douluo untied the letter tube, unfolded the secret letter, and his pupils contracted slightly upon reading it.
He carefully put away the letter, his large figure silently slipping out of the shadows. He strode towards the pavilion, knelt on one knee two steps behind Fang Fan, and whispered, "Your Highness, a secret letter from His Holiness the Pope."
Fang Fan tilted his head slightly and reached out from between Ning Rongrong's arms to take the letter.
The Pufferfish Douluo tactfully stepped aside, simultaneously using his Soul Power to create a soundproof barrier, isolating the pavilion from the outside world.
Fang Fan unfolded the letter and glanced at it.
The letter was written by Bibi Dong herself; the handwriting was sharp as a knife, and the ink seemed to carry a murderous aura.
The letter stated that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Heaven Dou Royal Family had joined forces to resist the Spirit Hall's system of distributing Soul Master Coins on behalf of the Empire. They proposed that either the Heaven Dou Empire should contribute half of the Gold Coins and the Spirit Hall should contribute the other half, or the Heaven Dou Empire should cease distributing any Gold Coins to Soul Master altogether.
The system of the Spirit Hall distributing Soul Master Coins on behalf of the Empire was originally the core method by which the Spirit Hall won over Soul Master throughout the land.
The Spirit Hall subsidizes Soul Master, so the Soul Master appreciate the Spirit Hall's generosity. Over time, the hearts of Soul Master in the world will turn to the Spirit Hall.
This money was nominally paid by the Imperial Treasury, but in reality, the Spirit Hall had already covered this expense through taxes and industries in various regions, so it did not lose money.
However, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's actions brought this issue to the forefront of the Heaven Dou Empire's court, forcing Xue Ye to take sides and undermining the Spirit Hall's foundation.
Bibi Dong was furious about this, and her letter ended with only two resolute sentences:
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is no longer needed. I am preparing to take action. If you have any thoughts, please reply immediately."