Chen Jie gently pushed open the dormitory door.
Moonlight slanted into the room. Wang Dong stood there with her back to him.
He caught sight of an expanse of snow-white skin.
Her contours were rounded, the curve along her spine flowing down into the soft sweep of her waist. Her figure was slender and well-proportioned. Droplets still clung to her fair skin, glistening translucently in the moonlight-a striking feast for the eyes.
"Ah-!"
A piercing scream suddenly rang out. In an instant, the white expanse before Chen Jie's eyes was replaced by dazzling blue.
A pair of enormous wings snapped open. V-shaped patterns formed from rings of golden light blazed across them, deep sapphire radiance surging over their surface.
Wang Dong stiffened, her ears instantly turning scarlet. She hastily grabbed her clothes and wrapped them tightly around herself, then whipped her head around to glare at Chen Jie, shouting in embarrassment and anger:
"Why didn't you knock before coming in?"
Chen Jie paused, showing little panic, and said casually, "What's the big deal? We're both men. What are you afraid of? Besides, why didn't you go to the bathroom to wash?"
Wang Dong's cheeks flushed crimson as she explained, flustered and annoyed:
"There were too many people in the bathroom. I would've had to wait ages in line. I thought I could rinse off here in the dormitory late at night when nobody was around. Who could've known you'd come back this late, without even knocking?"
She frowned angrily afterward, her blue eyes brimming with indignation as she raised her voice again:
"But that still doesn't give you a reason to barge in without knocking! Knocking before entering is the most basic rule. You'd better remember it!"
Chen Jie curled his lip and replied nonchalantly, "Got it, exhibitionist."
Those words ignited Wang Dong's fury completely. Her eyes instantly reddened with anger, blue Soul Power surging violently around her as the Light Goddess Butterfly wings behind her flared with cold radiance.
Unable to bear it any longer, she clenched her fists and charged straight at Chen Jie, burning with humiliation and anger, then raised a hand and threw a punch at him.
Just as her fist was about to land, Chen Jie's expression remained unchanged, and he acted with a thought.
Hum!
Emerald radiance threaded with wisps of pitch black instantly erupted from Chen Jie's body. Several thick, supple Blue Silver Emperor vines materialized out of thin air, swiftly unfurling and shooting forward. Interwoven with dark green and black, the vines carried a powerful restraining force as they coiled around Wang Dong with precision, instantly binding her waist, arms, and legs.
Layer upon layer of vines tightened, binding her firmly in place so she could not move.
Wang Dong's pupils contracted sharply. Shocked and furious, she twisted her body and struggled desperately. The butterfly wings behind her beat hard, releasing bursts of powerful blue light. Soul Power surged wildly within her as she tried to break the vines around her.
But Chen Jie's Blue Silver Emperor was exceptionally tough, its restraining power immense. No matter how hard she struggled, the vines did not budge. Instead, they tightened further, locking her body firmly in place.
Her eyes red with humiliation and anger, Wang Dong gritted her teeth and shouted, "Chen Jie! Let me go! Release me right now!"
Watching Wang Dong struggle with her face full of shame and fury, Chen Jie's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "You were the one who attacked first."
As his words fell, a gleam shifted in his eyes, and the power of his Martial Soul slowly stirred. A strange contractual sheen appeared over Wang Dong's body as the Martial Soul Contract gradually activated.
Chen Jie kept his gaze fixed on the struggling girl and spoke softly, with a hint of beguilement. "Come, my Succubus, Wang Dong."
Bands of spectral green and dark light wove between them as the exclusive Martial Soul Contract slowly took shape.
At the same time, overlapping rings of pink light suddenly appeared in Wang Dong's eyes, spreading outward and covering her pupils completely. Her whole body jolted, her mind went blank, and most of her strength instantly drained away.
Then delicate pink contractual patterns quietly appeared on the skin where her waist met her hips. The winding patterns glowed softly, slowly spreading along the texture of her skin to form the exclusive mark of an active Martial Soul Contract.
Her fiercely struggling body instantly froze, every act of resistance coming to a halt. Wang Dong's gaze was hazy and panicked, her cheeks flushed scarlet. Filled with incredulous embarrassment and shock, she stood dazed in place, unable to summon even a trace of Soul Power to resist.
The instant the Soul Contract was fully established, the pink patterns where Wang Dong's waist met her hips suddenly stopped spreading. In their place, a blood-red divine marking lit up between her brows.
The marking was anything but gentle. It carried an austere air of judgment, like a blood-colored emblem of the Asura God awakening. An invisible Asura Sword seemed to lie at its center, surrounded by murderous patterns that slowly traveled along the seams of her bones and the line of her waist, finally intertwining with the pink contractual markings.
Wang Dong's eyes suddenly changed.
Her hazy, panicked gaze instantly stilled. The pink rings around her eyes were rapidly suppressed, replaced by the divine pressure of a lofty, superior presence. Her aura changed completely in that moment as well. It no longer belonged to Wang Dong, but to a strand of Divine Sense.
Chen Jie's brow lifted slightly as he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Wang Dong still stood before him, but another force had temporarily overlaid the fluctuations of her soul.
Rather, the Divine Sense he had left within Wang Dong had been fully triggered.
The next moment, Wang Dong slowly raised her head, her voice cold and clear, carrying an unquestionable note of judgment:
"Boy, what have you done!"
Chen Jie's expression grew grave.
He could sense that this strand of Divine Sense had not fully possessed Wang Dong. It was merely using her body to speak. Wang Dong's consciousness had been pressed into the depths of her soul, but she had not disappeared. She was only temporarily suppressed by this sudden divine presence.
Chen Jie fell silent for a moment before speaking calmly:
"Senior, I'm helping Wang Dong cultivate. If you don't believe me, you can sense the function of these markings yourself."
Wang Dong-or rather, the strand of Divine Sense-gave a cold laugh.
"You wretched bastard. You dared to taint her soul?"
The blood-colored divine markings on her body grew ever more dazzling. Scarlet patterns faintly emerged between her brows, around her eyes, across her shoulders and neck, and over her waist and abdomen. They flowed like living things, seeming both to inherit a God Position and to judge an intruder.
Looking into her unfamiliar eyes, Chen Jie slowly said:
"Senior, Wang Dong and I have merely bound our souls together. This isn't contamination."
"Besides, she didn't resist."
At those words, Wang Dong's body trembled slightly.
Wang Dong's consciousness, suppressed in the depths of her soul, seemed to fluctuate violently in that moment. She wanted to deny it, to angrily rebuke Chen Jie, but the feeling left deep within her soul by the binding-the shame, fury, and inexplicable attachment-kept her from speaking freely.
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