Hu liena herself is getting more lustful and eager to make love to ye Chen; she starts to move her hips rapidly, and she also doesn't forget to tighten her lower muscles. This makes her pussy clamp his dick tightly, and it gives her great pleasure as the rubbing of his dick becomes even more intense.
Aah ~ahn~~oh my god Fuck me hard....
Hu liena started to mumble.
About an hour later, both of them released their love liquid at the same time; ye chen's semen flooded hu Liena's womb.
It was Ye Chen's first time merging with the 12-Winged Fallen Angel martial soul. And once the moment ended, he passed out from the strain.
Regaining her senses, Hu Liena looked at him coldly. She was tempted to kill him then and there—but after raising her hands, she hesitated. After a long pause, she simply bit his chest hard enough to leave a mark, then hoisted his unconscious body onto a hidden tree branch and limped away toward the Spirit Hall outpost.
…
Ye Chen didn't know how long he'd been out. A cold drip on his face jolted him awake. He blinked, groggy—only to realize he was suspended in a massive spiderweb.
Above him loomed a grotesque black spider, its body over 1.5 meters wide. Each of its eight blade-like legs stretched nearly three meters long.
The spider's armor glistened. Its legs pierced the ground with eerie silence. On its underbelly, white markings formed the image of a twisted human face, eight purple-glowing eyes surrounding it.
"Did I just get… corpse-picked?" Ye Chen muttered, stunned.
Before he could react, distant voices echoed toward him.
"That's a 5,000-year Man-Faced Demon Spider! Old Zhao, hurry!"
"Brother Ye Chen, we're coming!"
"Don't move, Ye Chen! That thing will eat you alive if you struggle!"
Flander, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing were running full speed through the forest. Tang San, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, and the others followed behind, panic written across their faces.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, breathless as he ran. "He's reckless! Picking a fight with a Man-Faced Demon Spider? That thing's armor is nearly impenetrable, and its speed rivals top-tier soul beasts! Even a newly formed 100-year spider could take on a 1,000-year beast. This one's at 5,000 years—it's nearly at the 10,000-year threshold!"
No wonder he stopped training. Maybe this arrogance is what will destroy him…
Just as Xiaogang was lost in thought, Flander's voice pierced the air.
"LOOK OUT!"
They all turned in time to see Ye Chen's soul power surge. In an instant, he shattered the spider silk binding him.
But the spider noticed too—it lunged toward him, fangs bared.
"Flander, NOW!" Xiaogang shouted.
Flander's Four-Eyed Owl martial soul released a barrage of glowing blue feathers, shooting toward the spider.
But then—a flash of crimson light.
Before the feathers even landed, a blood-red sword sliced through the air. The spider's eight legs detached in unison, and it crashed down, twitching helplessly.
The forest fell silent.
"…He has a third soul ring now?" Xiaogang whispered. "That attack—no way that was just soul power. Even high-level Soul Kings can't do that much damage with a single strike…"
He swallowed hard. This boy… is a monster.
"Ye Chen!" Ning Rongrong cried, rushing into his arms. Her face was streaked with tears. "Why did you lie to us? You said you were going to the Hunting Forest, not Star Dou!"
"Do you know how scared we were?!" Zhu Zhuqing said quietly, her fists clenched. Though she held back, her reddened eyes betrayed her feelings.
Ye Chen wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them close. "Alright, alright… I'm sorry. Next time, I'll tell you where I'm going. Promise."
He stroked Rongrong's back and gently brushed Zhu Zhuqing's hair aside, offering a faint, apologetic smile to the rest of the group.
"Ye Chen, what's your soul level now?" Tang San asked, awe creeping into his tone.
"Level 38," Ye Chen replied casually.
"…What?! You were just level 30 last time!" Flander exclaimed. "Did you eat soul power steroids or something?!"
Even Grandmaster was left speechless. Eight levels in a matter of days? Impossible… but it's real.
Then, Xiaogang's eyes lit up with an intense gleam. This boy… he's the perfect candidate to test my theories. If Tang San is my student, Ye Chen could be the proof that everything I've ever believed is possible.
He stepped forward, barely containing his excitement.
"Ye Chen, will you… become my disciple?"
Before Ye Chen could reply, Zhao Wuji laughed loudly. "Hold on, Grandmaster! Didn't you promise the dean you wouldn't poach him before the wager is settled?"
"I haven't forgotten," Xiaogang said with a grin.
But all eyes turned back to Ye Chen.
Still holding both girls in his arms, he raised an eyebrow. "Everyone wants to be my teacher, huh?"
He looked at Xiaogang, voice calm but firm: "You call yourself a master? Sorry—but compared to my teacher, you're not even close."
(Please comment and let me know how you like the story so I can be encouraged to upload better chapters.)