Clear Sky Sect.
The sprawling complexes twisted like clouds and mists, hidden behind the fog atop this mountain peak. The Clear Sky Sect were all born blacksmiths; naturally they were authoritative in construction—imposing buildings stood row upon row.
And atop the highest structure—
Two burly men gazed down at the sea of clouds. The bottomless cliff in the distance isolated the Clear Sky Sect into a realm beyond the world. The scenery was beautiful, but the two had no heart to enjoy it, faces lined with worry.
"Big brother, Dong'er must be unhappy," Er Ming drooped.
"It was that man's order. Do you dare defy him?" Da Ming snorted coldly, scratching his head in irritation.
From beginning to end, they'd never figured out what that man meant.
As if Wang Dong were a tool to be discarded at will.
But in their eyes, though Wang Dong was merely a fragment—half a soul torn apart by him—she was blood-linked to Xiao Wu. They, as uncles… could only watch helplessly.
"He's Dong'er's father, after all. Maybe he has his reasons," Da Ming sighed deeply. "Even in high station, there are hardships hard to voice. We can only hope that when Dong'er recovers her memories in the future, she can forgive us."
"Recover her memories? Would that Dong'er still be Dong'er?" Er Ming muttered.
"Sigh…"
…
"Heaven's favored!"
"This is what should be under my command—cough, cough—my son-in-law!"
God Realm.
In front of a palace radiating a majestic pale-blue divine glow, Tang San gazed at the twinkling lights of the lower world. One light shone bright as a star, clearly discernible, and the joy on his face grew richer.
He'd originally planned to reel in a child of destiny.
But now… he had a new target. Though using his daughter as bait might tarnish his glorious, upright image as a God King, aside from him, only Da Ming and Er Ming knew.
"Just Wang Dong'er alone—is that really enough?"
Tang San clasped his hands behind his back, eyes narrowing slightly.
If it were someone like Huo Yuhao—a boy starved for love, steeped in inferiority—give him enough company and care early on, and he'd cherish those childhood memories. Once the leash was slipped on, it would only tighten until he couldn't break free. Later, set a stage for deepening training (Yin Yang Love Querying Valley). Add to that Huo Yuhao's mother's soul already tucked into his pocket—he'd naturally be quite confident.
But with Su Wen…
Not a child of destiny, yet his light point blazed like a star—more monstrous than a scion of fortune. That left Tang San faintly uncertain.
"Forget it. I'll decide later."
After pondering a moment, he shook his head.
He'd already drawn Destruction's attention by pre-arranging the continent and designing a child of destiny. If he stirred again now, Su Wen might be exposed to other gods' sight.
At that point… it wouldn't be up to him anymore.
An heir with talent this high—most gods would scramble to grant a godhood. Even that guy Destruction might be moved.
Still, when it comes to training a son-in-law, if Tang San calls himself second, no one dares claim first!
He couldn't intervene personally, so he'd borrow the Clear Sky Sect's hand for now.
Wang Dong was a heavy bait, without a doubt. He didn't believe Su Wen could resist such temptation. And as long as Wang Dong and Su Wen nurtured feelings… he could work more tricks through Wang Dong, replicating the scheme he'd used on that child of destiny.
…
Inside the dorm.
The two clasped hands, soul power slowly circulating within.
As their soul power stirred, colors lit up: on Su Wen, white, blue, and dark-gold flowed; on Wang Dong, gold, blue, and dark-gold.
With the circulation, a coolness spread through both of them.
It felt like the rhythm of life, the desolation of the ancient earth, and a vast, weighty aura lingering in their hearts—strange yet comfortable—so much so that Wang Dong's tense body gradually relaxed.
"No way?!!"
After a while, Wang Dong's face was full of shock.
"What a coincidence?"
Her gaze at Su Wen changed.
The first requirement for Martial Soul Fusion is perfect compatibility of aura—which also indirectly means the two of them…
According to the few cases recorded on the continent, those who can undergo Martial Soul Fusion are either siblings sharing blood—or they're born to be lovers.
"Yeah, that's the coincidence."
Su Wen exhaled a deep sigh.
Good news: with Martial Soul Fusion, their strength would grow even faster.
Bad news: he was definitely on God King Tang's radar.
Martial Soul Fusion really was crafted by gods—how else to explain that Gale, Little Gold, and the Ice Emperor could perfectly fuse with Wang Dong's three martial souls?
"Then… want to cultivate together?"
Seeing Su Wen suddenly let go and fall silent, Wang Dong asked hesitantly.
A subtle, ambiguous mood spread between them (so Wang Dong believed). That feeling of soul power coursing through both during the fusion was too marvelous. But Su Wen's dipping in and out left her savoring it, wanting another try.
"Mm."
Su Wen nodded.
Since the bait was set with the daughter, he was happy to accept. He was also eager to explore the wondrous uses of Martial Soul Fusion—just curious what fusion techniques they might develop.
Their palms touched again.
Four-colored light wrapped them like a faint silken cocoon…
….
When Su Wen opened his eyes again—
Wang Dong was lying with him, arms wrapped around him; she hugged his waist tightly, eyes closed, long lashes trembling. Su Wen could tell at a glance she was feigning sleep—her earlobes were flushed pale-red, after all.
A night's cultivation had drawn them much closer.
This Martial Soul Fusion truly was a natural red string of fate.
No wonder God King Tang wielded it so deftly.
He gently lifted the arm around his waist and pulled open the curtains. The horizon already showed fish-belly white—the sign of sunrise.
"Slept all night, huh? Up you get, or we'll be late for class."
Su Wen stretched lazily.
"Mmm… you're up already? So early." Wang Dong still pretended to be reserved, rubbing her eyes and acting as if she'd just woken.
"Try again tonight?" Sensing the clear change in his soul power, Su Wen raised a brow.
"Ah… o-okay, I guess." Wang Dong glanced about evasively.
…
Morning.
In the New Class Two classroom.
Xie Huanyue quickly latched on again, a dopey grin earning loud laughs from Ning Tian and Wu Feng nearby.
Wang Dong was tugged in by Su Wen, sitting bashfully to the side.
"Big bro, who's in your group?" Xie Huanyue asked curiously.
"…"
"Ning Tian, me, Wu Feng," Su Wen mused.
"What about me, boss?" Xie Huanyue looked ready to cry.
"You're with Wang Dong, plus Xue Ling," Su Wen pointed at the bewildered Wang Dong to the side.
"Me with him?" Xie Huanyue was stunned.
"Don't underestimate Wang Dong. A Soul Grandmaster with a thousand-year second ring. Pair that with Xue Ling's Scarlet Fire Bow for ranged damage—you've got a solid shot at top three." Su Wen said flatly.
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