Become My Family, and I Can Help You Break Through

Yan scrambled up from the ground, his cheeks red and swollen, flames of fury burning in his eyes.

A dignified Four-Ring Soul Ancestor had actually been thrashed by a One-Ring Soul Master. It was an utter disgrace.

"First Soul Skill, Flame Impact!"

Yan planted himself in a horse stance, sank his weight to gather strength, and punched.

Crimson Soul Power condensed into a tightly compressed, cone-shaped torrent of flame half a meter thick, blasting out from his fist.

The torrent of flame came roaring toward Chen Feng, its terrifying heat palpable even from far away.

Chen Feng darted aside, avoiding the torrent of flame, and waved his hand, sending countless branches slicing through the air.

It was his first Soul Skill, Death Entanglement.

Yan dodged this way and that, but there were too many branches.

All the branches intertwined, weaving a net that sealed off every route of retreat.

This was experience Chen Feng had gained from watching Mother's Entanglement in an anime in his previous life. He had not expected his very first attempt to actually succeed.

"Tighten!"

Chen Feng clenched his outstretched hand, and the net woven from branches rapidly contracted, binding Yan tightly.

"A mere first Soul Skill can't hope to trap a powerful Soul Ancestor."

Yan snorted and struggled hard, trying to snap the branches and escape.

But how formidable was a Soul Skill born from a beyond-divine-grade Martial Soul and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

The toughness of these branches far exceeded his imagination.

No matter how he struggled, he could not break them.

Yan's expression darkened, and he said grimly, "If I can't break them, I'll burn them."

With that, he mobilized his Soul Power, and scorching flames blazed over his body.

But the cold aura of death carried by the branches spread out, extinguishing his flames outright.

At the same time, as that aura of death continued to corrode him, the Soul Power within his body was being rapidly depleted.

At this rate, even a Soul Ancestor's Soul Power would not hold out for long.

The first Soul Skill born from a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is actually this terrifying?

Yan was inwardly aghast.

Chen Feng waved his hand and said casually, "First Soul Skill..."

"I surrender!"

Yan hurriedly shouted.

"What a pity."

Chen Feng looked full of regret. He had wanted to test the power of his other first Soul Skill.

He waved his hand, withdrawing Death Entanglement.

Yan climbed up from the ground, his cheeks still red and swollen, and said gravely, "Your Highness the Holy Son, you win. I won't pester Na-Hu Liena anymore."

With that, he glanced at Hu Liena once more, then turned and left.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, you're incredible."

Hu Liena praised him sincerely.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Then is our little fox ready to become my mistress?"

"No!"

Hu Liena rolled her eyes at him, her face flushed, then turned and left.

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth lifted slightly, and he slowly followed.

"Your Highness, we're here. You'll be living here from now on."

Upon reaching the Holy Son Hall, Hu Liena turned to Chen Feng. "I still need to cultivate, so I'll be going."

Chen Feng said with a beaming smile, "It's almost dark. Won't you come in, sit down, and have a long candlelit chat with this Holy Son? There's no need to rush your cultivation."

"No, thank you!"

Hu Liena hurriedly backed up two steps, shaking her head frantically.

With that ill-intentioned smile on His Highness the Holy Son's face, would she even be able to leave once she went inside?

But after refusing, she worried that His Highness the Holy Son might be angry, so she hastily explained, "I've been stuck at the level 49 bottleneck for a long time. I have to work hard at cultivating to break through."

"Stuck at a bottleneck?"

Chen Feng smiled. "I have a way to help you break through faster."

"What way?"

Hu Liena asked curiously.

Chen Feng said earnestly, "Become my family, and you can receive energy feedback. This energy mainly strengthens your Martial Soul, body, and soul, but your Soul Power will also improve to a certain extent. That little increase in Soul Power might not be much use normally, but it should be very useful for breaking through a bottleneck."

"Become your family? Your Highness the Holy Son and I aren't related by blood. How could we become family?"

Hu Liena froze for a moment and spoke without thinking.

Chen Feng said with a beaming smile, "There are two kinds of family: those related by blood, and those who aren't. Little fox, tell me, how can people who aren't related by blood become family?"

Hu Liena tilted her head and thought for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and her pretty face turned bright red.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, you're too wicked."

She stamped her foot and huffed, "I'm leaving. Goodbye, Your Highness the Holy Son."

With that, she turned and hurried away.

"Little fox, give it some serious thought! Everything I said was true!"

Chen Feng called after Hu Liena.

Hu Liena covered her ears and quickened her pace.

Hmph!

Does he really take me for a three-year-old brat?

He even came up with such a lousy excuse.

Even if he wants to trick me, he should at least come up with a better excuse, one I can't see through so easily.

Watching Hu Liena flee in disarray, a faint smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips.

Nearly all the girls on the Romance Continent had love-addled brains.

Everyone said love-addled brains were frightening, but if he himself was the object of their obsession, that was another matter entirely.

He turned and entered the Holy Son Hall, lay down on the bed, and released his Family Tree Martial Soul again.

Another thumb-sized little fruit had appeared at the tip of the first branch.

It seemed the branches did not bear fruit only once.

But it would still take a long time for this fruit to ripen naturally.

Unless it was watered in a special way, in which case it might ripen overnight.

Looking at the dark purple branch, Chen Feng had a thought. He circulated his Soul Power and channeled it into the branch, then said, "Dongdong, are you up yet? It's time for dinner."

In the Supreme Pontiff's bedchamber, Bibi Dong, who had been resting in bed, jolted upright and exclaimed in shock, "You little bastard? You can transmit your voice?"

A mischievous smile appeared on Chen Feng's face. "Not only can I transmit my voice, I can teleport too."

"Teleport? How?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

"Like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space beside Bibi Dong rippled. The next moment, Chen Feng appeared out of thin air, sitting on her jade bed with a broad smile, barely two centimeters away from her.

"How did you do that?"

Bibi Dong's mouth fell open, her face filled with shock. "Could it be your first Soul Skill? No, I didn't sense any Soul Power fluctuations. Just what kind of ability is this?"

Chen Feng lay down with practiced ease and said with a beaming smile, "Once my intimacy with a family member reaches a certain level, we can transmit our voices and teleport regardless of distance. It's simply the ultimate divine skill for sneaking-oh, no, for saving people."

Bibi Dong looked slightly awkward and turned her head away, asking curiously, "Are you the only one who can transmit your voice and teleport? Your... your family can't?"

"They can!"

Chen Feng released his Martial Soul, plucked a leaf and a flower from the dark purple branch, and held them out to her. "Pour Soul Power into the leaf, and you can initiate long-distance voice transmission with me. Pour Soul Power into the flower, and you can teleport straight to my side."

Bibi Dong glanced at the leaf and flower without taking them, then said coolly, "I never said I wanted them. Also, you're not allowed to teleport here without permission again."

Chen Feng pursed his lips, placed the leaf and flower beside the pillow, rolled up out of bed, and sat in a chair. "I'm hungry. Have someone bring some dishes I like, and prepare some wine. I'll go back after eating."

Helpless, Bibi Dong could only have the maid stationed outside her bedchamber prepare the meal.

Unfortunately, she had still underestimated Chen Feng's shamelessness.

After eating, Chen Feng claimed he was drunk, flopped down, and went to sleep.

Bibi Dong sighed, her gaze falling on the leaf and flower beside the pillow. She carefully picked them up and tucked them close to her body.

After doing all this, she glanced guiltily at Chen Feng. Only when she saw that he was sleeping soundly did she let out a small breath of relief.

"What a little bastard."