Chapter 177 Night Attack on the Two Saints
"Xinxia, how far has your soul and spirit merged now?" Wang Feng asked softly.
Ye Xinxia finally recovered from her shock and whispered, "It has completely merged with my soul. I can feel the holy power of my spirit, but I still can't mobilize it."
Ever since Wang Feng healed her legs, Parthenon's soul began to slowly merge with her body.
To be precise, it was her body that was gradually adapting to this divine power.
After all these years of adjustment, the fusion was finally completed half a month ago, and the soul no longer brought her any burden.
But strangely, no matter how she tried, the power of her soul never responded.
"Your cultivation is not enough." Wang Feng explained while stroking her back.
In addition to the famous resurrection magic, the most powerful ability of the Parthenon Soul is the "Holy Soul Blessing"
The goddess can bestow the power of the soul on the twelve golden knights, allowing them to gain power comparable to forbidden spells.
But activating the spirit is extremely demanding:
First, you need to strengthen your body and soul through multiple God's praises.
Secondly, one's own cultivation must reach the super level!
With the repeated bestowal of divine praises by Temple Mother Pamishi and the special help of Wang Feng, Ye Xinxia's physical and soul strength had barely reached the standard.
However, her cultivation level remained at a high level, which resulted in her being unable to truly utilize the power of the spirit even though she had gained its recognition.
"So that's how it is," Ye Xinxia murmured softly.
Wang Feng's gaze gradually slid from her face, swept across the loose silk nightgown, and finally stopped on the large bed covered with a goose down quilt behind her.
The corners of his mouth curled up with a cunning arc: "Now that the soul and spirit have merged, it's time to improve my cultivation~"
He deliberately emphasized certain words and slowly licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.
Ye Xinxia looked up in confusion, and when she met the undisguised aggressive look in Wang Feng's eyes, she immediately understood something.
Her snow-white cheeks turned red in an instant: "No, no! This is the Holy Maiden Temple." She grabbed her collar in panic, her voice as thin as a mosquito.
"Isn't that even better? It'll let Parthenon remember our taste forever."
Ye Xinxia felt her whole body tremble as Wang Feng's hot palm touched the skin around her waist.
The second button of the nightgown was unbuttoned at some point, revealing a patch of white below the collarbone.
"Wait, wait." She subconsciously held down the rebellious hand, but he turned around and pressed it on the dressing table with his fingers interlocked.
The bronze mirror reflected her blushing cheeks, and the man behind her leaned over and nibbled her earlobe. "Didn't Xinxia say you missed me?"
Amidst the sound of a dressing bottle being knocked over, the silk nightgown quietly slid to the ground...
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Late night.
After Wang Feng left Xinxia a Star Sea Sky Vein, he left Xinxia's bedroom like a ghost and flew towards the palace on the west side.
Easily avoided all patrolling knights along the way.
The layout of the West Palace is similar to Xinxia's residence, but it exudes a completely different atmosphere.
The moment he pushed the door open, Wang Feng almost laughed out loud.
Various stuffed toys were scattered on the soft carpet, and there were several life-sized teddy bears crowded at the head of the bed.
Who would have thought that the fox-like Asharuya would have such girlish interests in private?
"This hobby is a perfect match for Ai Tutu." Wang Feng suppressed his smile and silently approached the bed.
The moonlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting a silver glow on Asharuya's beautiful sleeping face.
She curled up beside a white fox doll, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Wang Feng suddenly had an idea and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
【Dream Weaving】
A light pink spiritual ripple appeared in Wang Feng's palm, quietly enveloping the sleeping Asharuya.
Soon, her fair cheeks flushed strangely, and her lips murmured in her sleep:
"Oh, I'm too full. I really can't eat any more."
Wang Feng's expression suddenly became interesting.
He was obviously weaving a dream in which he transformed into a ghost and sought revenge on Asharuya.
How did it become such a strange development?
"Wake up, it's almost dawn."
Looking at the pale sky outside the window, he helplessly reached out and pinched Asharuya's cheek, shaking her gently.
The touch from his fingertips was so incredibly soft that he couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.
"Hmm~"
Asharuya opened her eyes sleepily, and after seeing that it was Wang Feng, she naturally stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
With a little force, Wang Feng's face was pressed into the warm and soft jade.
The tip of my nose was sunk into the suffocating softness, and the elegant body fragrance mixed with the lavender scent lingering on the pillow hit me in the face.
Wang Feng was completely frozen. When did their relationship develop to the point where they could greet each other directly with "facial cleanser"?
But soon, Wang Feng heard the sound of Asharuya's even breathing.
This woman actually fell asleep again!
"So you think I'm a human-shaped pillow?" Wang Feng froze in place, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He struggled cautiously a few times and finally broke free from the tempting embrace.
His eyes inadvertently swept across her messy neckline, and her proud roundness was faintly visible, and his throat suddenly felt a little dry.
"Tsk, why do you have to look so attractive?" Wang Feng gritted his teeth and suddenly flicked her collarbone with his finger.
A ray of ice-blue magic energy flashed by, and Asharuya suddenly trembled like a cat with its fur standing on end, and woke up.
After seeing who it was, she was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that this was not a dream. She hurriedly pulled the velvet quilt to cover her messy nightgown: "You, you lecher! What did you do to me?!"
Wang Feng rolled his eyes. "You did something to me, didn't you?" He pointed at his loosened collar. "I came to call you out of kindness, but someone just hugged me like a pillow."
Asharuya was speechless for a moment. Her hazy dream memories gradually became clearer, and the tips of her ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Wait!" She suddenly realized, "This is the Saint's inner temple, how could you-"
"That's all the restrictions you've broken?" Wang Feng curled his lips in disdain. He sat down on her dressing chair with a familiar air, picked up her crystal glass, and poured himself a glass of water. "What's the difference between this and strolling in your own backyard?"
Asharuya stared at his smooth movements, her red lips pressed into a line: "So, what are you doing here?"
"You already know about Ander's matter, right?" Wang Feng asked.
Asharuya snorted softly: "That stupid woman jumped off the cliff. What? Do you have feelings for her?"
"It's okay, but I didn't come to you because of her." Wang Feng said.
Asharuya suddenly straightened her back, with a hint of anger in her eyes: "Are you trying to persuade me to withdraw from the Goddess Competition on behalf of your girlfriend?"
Wang Feng raised his eyebrows: "You're half right. I'm really here to persuade you to quit."
"Don't even think about it!" Asharuya grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "If you want to be the goddess, then it depends on your ability!"
Wang Feng caught the pillow easily. He suddenly revealed a mysterious smile. "Then did you know that Xinxia is actually your sister?"
"Varied?!"
(End of this chapter)
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