Ning Chen marveled at his copied talents. Every fifteen minutes of contact with a woman allowed replication—and Nan Gongling's gifts now bolstered his arsenal. Though confined to seclusion, the daily 111,100 experience surge thrilled him. A hundred more like her, and immortality would be a weekend project.
But one question nagged:
System, shouldn't the Heartless Sword Heart shatter after… intimacy?
Nan Gongling's panel confirmed her sword heart lay in ruins, yet his replica remained pristine.
[Heartlessness thrives in detachment. So long as you harbor no true affection, the talent stays intact.]
Ah. A playboy's loophole.
His gaze drifted to the unconscious swordswoman. Her shattered resolve proved her fatal flaw—she'd grown attached. Amateur.
Then came the real prize: Sun-Moon Divine Eyes.
While dormant in Nan Gongling, his Supreme Yang Holy Body had ignited its full potential.
[Supreme Yang's endless vitality can awaken dormant talents.]
So I'm a walking catalyst? Ning Chen grinned. Nice.
A whimper cut his gloating short.
Nan Gongling thrashed on the floor, her body bifurcated—left side blazing crimson, right encased in glacial frost. Steam hissed where extremes collided.
"Shit." Ning Chen kicked her farther from the bed, its Green Lotus Sealing Array shielding him. "This wasn't in the manual."
Her panel flickered:
[Nan Gongling]
[Divine Ability: Sun-Moon Divine Eyes (Gold-tier – Awakening)
Warning: Host physique insufficient. Catastrophic overload imminent.]
Overload?
[Your Yang essence jumpstarted the process. Her mortal frame can't contain it.]
"Fix her," Ning Chen snapped.
[Solution: Continuous Yang infusion until awakening completes.]
Of fucking course.
Above the Demon Locking Prison
The heavens convulsed. A phantom sun blazed beside the full moon—twin celestial titans glaring down on the Green Lotus Sect. Disciples gaped as day and night warred overhead.
Liu Ruyan materialized atop her palace, her Spirit Transformation Realm senses reeling. Sun-Moon Divine Eyes… awakening? Impossible—Nan Gongling's physique was ordinary!
Unless…
Her nails dug into her palms. Ning Chen.
Prison Depths
Ning Chen hauled Nan Gongling onto the bed, ignoring her scalding-freezing skin. Golden threads of Yang energy seeped from his palms into her dantian, stabilizing the violent energies.
"You owe me," he muttered as her trembling eased.
Her closed eyes glowed—left gold, right silver—as miniature suns and moons orbited her pupils. The chamber trembled, furniture disintegrating into ash or ice.
[Warning: Awakening at 87%. Host physique collapse risk: High.]
"System! Boost output!"
Yang energy surged, Nan Gongling's body arching off the bed. A deafening crack echoed as her blindfold incinerated, revealing eyes like twin galaxies—one swallowing sunlight, the other refracting moonlight.
[Sun-Moon Divine Eyes: Awakening Complete.]
Nan Gongling gasped, vision flooding with colors she'd never seen—the prison's gloom now a tapestry of swirling elemental energies. Her gaze locked onto Ning Chen…
And saw everything.
The Supreme Yang Holy Body's radiance. The seething grudge against Liu Ruyan. The cold calculus behind his "rescue."
"You…" Her voice rasped, equal parts awe and dread.
He smirked. "Welcome to the real world, junior sister."