Was This the Aura of a Bloodline Connection?

"Enough, stop thinking about it for now. We'll talk after breakfast."

Chen Yang called out as he looked at the meal Ah Yin had set on the table.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing could only suppress their feelings and obediently start eating breakfast.

While they ate, Chen Yang took the opportunity to check Xiao Wu's information after her evolution.

[Species: Phantom-Bone Twinheart Rabbit / Human???

Types: Fairy, Fighting

Level: 63 (964/12097)

Talent: High

Skills: Energy Control, Double Kick, Disarming Voice, Teleport, Protect...

Ability 1: Cute Charm (Melee attacks have a chance of inflicting confusion on the enemy.)

Ability 2: Ill-Mannered (Attacks ignore the opponent's increased defense.)

Personality 1: Decisive (Special attack increases by 15%, defense decreases by 5%.)

Personality 2: Great Foolishness, Great Wisdom (Evasion decreases by 10%, special defense increases by 10%.)]

Chen Yang turned his head to glance at Xiao Wu, who was wolfing down her food.

Sure enough, even after evolving, her Great Foolishness, Great Wisdom personality hadn't changed.

Xiao Wu's soul skills, however, had changed considerably. Her original first soul skill, Waist Bow, had increased the flexibility of her waist and strengthened her kicks.

Now it had become Energy Control, which boosted all her physical attributes, and several of her weaker skills had also received upgrades.

"Brother, are you going to eat your milk pudding?"

Xiao Wu drooled, her eyes fixed on the dessert beside Chen Yang's hand.

Chen Yang shook his head and pushed the dessert over to her.

"Hehe, thanks, Brother~"

Xiao Wu happily planted a kiss on Chen Yang's cheek, then dug into the dessert with gusto.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes in disgust, muttering nonstop, "Show off your love, meet an early grave."

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Chen Yang snapped his fingers and brought them back to the dorm room in the Real World where they had left.

The moment he opened the door, he saw the Shrek Four Scoundrels passing by with their arms draped over one another's shoulders, chatting and laughing.

Ma Hongjun swept his gaze over them and immediately spotted the three girls behind Chen Yang, each outstanding in both looks and bearing. His lecherous eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up.

He opened his mouth to exclaim, "Look, you guys, those three..."

But he had barely started when Oscar, reacting swiftly beside him, blanched and clamped a hand firmly over Ma Hongjun's mouth.

A sheen of cold sweat instantly broke out on Oscar's forehead. Inwardly, he cried that they were doomed, terrified that this idiot's loose tongue would blurt out something he shouldn't.

"Boss, Fatty had too much counterfeit booze and doesn't know when to shut up. Please don't mind him. We'll take him away right now!"

"Wait."

Oscar went rigid, then turned around with a smile uglier than a crying face.

We're doomed, doomed... Fatty's really gotten us killed this time! Would it still help if I knelt and begged for mercy now?

"What can I do for you, Boss?"

Chen Yang said flatly, "Go get Zhao Wuji. Tell him to wait for us at the Training Ground."

"Yes!"

Oscar immediately straightened up and answered crisply, not daring to waste a moment.

Then he dragged Ma Hongjun away in a hurry.

Dai Mubai swept a dark gaze over Chen Yang and the three girls before issuing a warning.

"Chen Yang, Zhu Zhuqing's situation involves the entire Star Luo Empire. Keeping her here won't be that simple. You'd better weigh the consequences carefully."

Chen Yang scoffed, his tone utterly unconcerned.

"It's only the Star Luo Empire. Do you really think I'd fear it?"

"Fine! Remember what you said!"

Seeing that his threat had accomplished nothing, Dai Mubai could only grit his teeth fiercely and turn to leave.

Tang San said nothing and followed him away.

After Ma Hongjun and the others had enjoyed a tender piece of flesh last night, they had started feeling uncomfortable all over. Their crotches also itched terribly, making them constantly want to scratch.

They had even put off their daily cultivation, normally as unfailing as clockwork. They needed to hurry back to their dorm and examine themselves.

Ning Rongrong watched their retreating figures with disdain.

"Tch, I thought he had something up his sleeve. That's it? No wonder Zhu Zhuqing doesn't want him."

"Enough. He's just a worthless fool, not worth mentioning. Let's head to the Training Ground."

Chen Yang offered a few reassuring words. Once he had squeezed every last bit of value out of them, he would use the Dark Ball to extract their martial souls anyway.

They would be dead sooner or later. Why waste words?

Before long, at the Training Ground where the wreckage of the wooden cabin still remained.

Zhao Wuji staggered over, clutching his lower back.

He had no idea what was wrong with him. All he had done was sleep peacefully in bed for a night, yet he felt utterly exhausted.

It was as though a seductive spirit had drained his yang energy. Kidney exhaustion, arthritis, rheumatoid arthritis, and all sorts of other minor ailments had flared up in a swarm.

Even the old injuries from his years roaming the continent had resurfaced. Now every step brought unbearable pain.

"Uh, what did you want me for? I'm not feeling too well right now. Can you make it quick? I need to get into town and buy some medicinal plasters."

Chen Yang was a little surprised by his miserable condition. Hadn't he only lost twenty years of his lifespan? That would certainly harm Zhao Wuji, who was in his prime, but the effects shouldn't have been so obvious.

How had he even developed ailments of old age?

The way he rubbed his leg after every step-was that arthritis? How absurd.

"Pfft, hahaha! Now you look even more like Little Bear Blind!"

Xiao Wu stared at Zhao Wuji's hunched figure, unable to straighten his back, and laughed so hard her body shook. She nearly lost her footing.

Ning Rongrong made no effort to hide her amusement and burst out laughing. Even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing's lips quietly curved into a faint smile.

Zhao Wuji's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He felt aggrieved but couldn't argue.

He wasn't tall to begin with, and now that he couldn't straighten his back, he looked even shorter. Combined with his dense, powerful muscles, he looked from a distance exactly like a squat black bear.

"Ahem. We called you here today to help Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong train."

"What?! No way!"

Zhao Wuji shook his head like a pellet drum. Fighting them would be all toil and no reward.

If he unleashed his full strength and accidentally injured them, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo would string him up and whip him.

If he held back, Zhu Zhuqing's self-created soul skill would injure him.

He would have to be insane to agree.

Chen Yang clicked his tongue, raised the Master Ball, and released Ah Yin.

"Choose. Either fight those two, or fight Ah Yin and Xiao Wu."

Ah Yin obligingly used her skill, completely transforming the entire Training Ground.

The bare dirt became a lush expanse of blue-gold grass.

Zhao Wuji's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He rubbed them in disbelief.

"A ten-thousand-year soul beast?!"

Sensing the aura of that plant-type soul beast, he swallowed. She wasn't even an ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beast.

In his current physical condition, he had no chance of resisting her, let alone with the terrifyingly powerful Xiao Wu added to the mix.

Hiss... This isn't cowardice. It's a strategic surrender.

"I've decided. I'll fight Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong."

Chen Yang raised a hand to signal the three of them to prepare, then took Xiao Wu and Ah Yin aside to watch.

Meanwhile.

In the dorm, Tang San held a knife in front of a mirror, preparing to cut away the cauliflower-like growths that had sprouted on his body.

Suddenly, he sensed a gentle, familiar aura resonating within his bloodline.

His hand involuntarily trembled, and the sharp throwing knife sliced across his flesh.

"Aah!!!!"