The light around Su Yunlin and Wang Dong kept shifting, until only black and white remained. The black radiance and white radiance fused together, forming a yin-yang fish pattern, like a Taiji diagram.
Their Spirit Power merged perfectly in this way. The entire process was incomparably smooth. Their consciousnesses sank into the gradual fusion—within you there was me, within me there was you.
At that moment, the golden trident mark on Wang Dong's forehead suddenly flashed. A powerful surge of spiritual energy burst forth from him, causing both of them to faint at the same time.
And just as Su Yunlin lost consciousness, the black scale at his forehead flickered as well.
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God Realm,
Tang San, who had been observing Douluo Continent all along, nearly had his eyes pop out of their sockets. His mouth hung wide open—what had he just discovered?
"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu walked over. It was her first time seeing Tang San with such an expression.
Tang San looked at her. "Xiao Wu, pinch me. Am I dreaming?"
A sly smile appeared on Xiao Wu's face. She reached out, grabbed a bit of flesh at Tang San's waist, and twisted it.
"Hiss—"
The sudden sting made Tang San's face contort instantly.
At that moment, two figures passed by in front of him—one dressed in a purple-black robe, the other in a green gown.
The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.
The God of Destruction glanced at Tang San's twisted expression, puzzled. "Shura God, what are you doing?"
Tang San immediately composed himself. "Nothing. Just had a cramp. I'm fine now."
The God of Destruction frowned. (Gods get cramps?) But the Goddess of Life seemed to notice something. She quickly pulled him away. As she left, a faint smile curved at her lips.
After walking some distance, the God of Destruction suddenly burst into loud laughter, making Tang San wish he could dig a hole and hide.
"Hehe." Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, clearly pleased with herself.
Then she looked at Tang San again. "Third Brother, what exactly happened?"
Tang San sighed. "Didn't Xiao Qi go down to Douluo Continent to play? I happened to be observing a rising star there. I sensed earlier that this rising star might cross paths with Xiao Qi.
"But just now, I detected something unusual on Xiao Qi's side. When I used my divine sense to check… I discovered a shocking secret!"
Xiao Wu's interest was instantly piqued. "What secret?"
Just as Tang San was about to speak, an incomparably authoritative voice rang in his mind:
"Shura God! Do not meddle! And you are not allowed to interfere in their affairs. Even if that girl Wu Tong is your daughter, it changes nothing! I am watching everything—nothing will go wrong!"
The owner of that voice was one of the two supreme God Kings of the God Realm—the God of Evil.
Tang San was about to argue. After all, this God King of Evil had previously toyed with a young couple to the point of misery. His own daughter was involved this time—he couldn't let anything happen to her.
"Relax! I won't do anything to that girl, nor will I repeat what I did to Ji Dong. That kind of thing is only amusing once. This is someone I've taken a liking to—don't ruin my plans!
"As for the chosen one of Douluo Continent that you favor, I have no interest in interfering. Do as you wish. If you want to guide him to work for you, go ahead—but everything must follow the rules of the God Realm. Understood?"
Tang San responded through his divine sense. He had no choice—the God of Evil had an eccentric temperament and overwhelming strength. In the entire God Realm, aside from the God of Kindness, no one could match him.
Xiao Wu, meanwhile, asked anxiously, "Third Brother, why aren't you saying anything?"
Tang San shrugged helplessly. "I've been silenced."
Xiao Wu puffed up her cheeks. "What kind of nonsense is that—stopping halfway! Don't even think about getting into bed tonight!"
"Don't, Xiao Wu~ Xiao Wu!"
...
Shrek Academy,
Dormitory 108,
Morning sunlight streamed into the room. On the bed, two figures were tightly embracing each other. Their breathing was steady—they were clearly sleeping deeply and peacefully.
"Mmm~" Su Yunlin slowly opened his eyes and tried to move, only to realize that Wang Dong was practically draped over him like a koala.
"Wang Dong, wake up!" Su Yunlin shook him gently.
"Mmm~" Wang Dong let out a soft murmur, his voice lazy and faintly soft. He slowly opened his eyes. That night's sleep had been incredibly comfortable—safe and at ease.
As his awareness returned, he realized how close he and Su Yunlin were. Instantly, his face flushed bright red, performing a perfect "face-change" on the spot.
Seeing that Wang Dong was awake, Su Yunlin sat up and pulled him up as well. His arm had been pinned all night—it was completely numb.
Wang Dong covered his burning face with both hands, stammering, "We… we actually slept like this all night?!"
Now fully awake, his rational mind returned, and with it came the appropriate reaction.
Su Yunlin didn't quite know what to say. Honestly, he had slept very well—Wang Dong was soft, and hugging him felt quite nice. Spending a night like that wasn't bad at all.
Of course, he couldn't say that out loud. Wang Dong was already embarrassed enough.
He stretched his body, then glanced at the clock.
"Wang Dong! Hurry up! We're going to be late! Four minutes left!" Su Yunlin shouted.
"What?!" Wang Dong jumped up and looked at the clock. His flushed face instantly "cooled down." He quickly put on his shoes. Thankfully, they didn't need to change clothes—they were still in their school uniforms.
Wang Dong looked at the clock again. "We definitely won't make it. If we release our Martial Souls and fly, we might still make it in time!"
"No need! I've got something better. Come out quickly—I'll wait outside!"
Su Yunlin rushed out first. In the open space in front of the dormitory, he summoned his soul tool motorcycle and replaced the Spirit Power storage cartridge.
"What is that?" Wang Dong ran out as well, staring at the strange soul tool.
"No time to explain—get on!"
Su Yunlin swung a leg over and mounted the motorcycle, signaling for Wang Dong to sit behind him.
Wang Dong climbed on, but felt unsteady.
Su Yunlin grabbed his hands and guided them around his waist. "Hold tight. This thing is fast—if you don't, you'll fall!"
Though Wang Dong instinctively resisted such intimacy, he still trusted Su Yunlin and held on.
"His waist… feels so reassuring to hold…"
"Let's go!"
Vroooom—
A deep roar exploded as the soul tool motorcycle shot forward at incredible speed.
"Waaah! So fast!" It was Wang Dong's first time experiencing a motorcycle.
Downstairs, Mu En had noticed their hurried exit and was watching them. When he saw the motorcycle, confusion appeared on his face—it was his first time seeing such a soul tool. It looked… quite cool.
Then the roaring sound erupted, even surprising him.
"This soul tool is pretty stylish. Suits youngsters like them!"
Su Yunlin sped through the academy at high speed. With classes about to start, the roads were nearly empty, so he went full throttle.
It took only two and a half minutes to reach the teaching building.
The two rushed upstairs and dashed into the classroom. The moment they sat down, the class bell rang.
Both let out a sigh of relief and gave each other a thumbs-up.
"Class monitor, what were you two doing? Aren't you usually the earliest to arrive?" Xiao Xiao, the little girl sitting in front of Su Yunlin, asked.
"Nothing much. Just overslept. I stayed up late researching Martial Soul theory, and Wang Dong was discussing some related questions with me."
Su Yunlin spoke without the slightest change in expression.
To the other students, the class monitor was practically omnipotent—he knew everything and could do everything, even surpassing Zhou Yi.
Wang Dong was second only to him. If even a genius like the class monitor worked this hard, what excuse did they have not to?
Not far away, Huo Yuhao nodded to himself after hearing this, silently resolving to become as diligent as the class monitor.
Meanwhile, Wang Dong buried his head low, his face flushed red. Thinking about how they had slept so intimately the entire night made him unbearably embarrassed—and Su Yunlin was even lying about it!
Of course, he would never admit it himself—that the two of them had slept hugging each other and overslept because of it. That was far too shameful.
After all, they were both "boys" right now. Two boys hugging each other…
It was just… too much…
Su Yunlin, however, wasn't as thin-skinned. His explanation was simply to spare this little prideful tsundere. Besides, only he knew just how wonderful things would be in the future.
He didn't mind getting a little closer to Wang Dong.
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