Chapter 42: I Stole His Mom! Big-Chested Kitty Wants to Change!
The Extreme North.
After reading Lin Qingmo's explanation of martial soul fusion skills, the Ice Empress's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Why don't Xue'er and I have an ability like that?"
She turned to look at the Snow Empress, her tone full of envy.
"Xue'er, if we also had a martial soul fusion skill, our strength would multiply several times over, right?"
In her mind, the Ice Empress was already imagining the two of them joining forces to freeze the entire continent solid.
Of course, most importantly, this way, she and the Snow Empress could be heart to heart.
Snow Empress: "..."
Watching her closest friend act foolishly, the Snow Empress shook her head helplessly.
Her cool, clear voice rang out. "Bing'er, that's a human technique, and from the sound of it, the side effects are severe. Better not have it at all."
What concerned her more was something else—
Ah Qing's understanding of the soul master system was frighteningly deep.
[Big-Chested Kitty]: …
Inside the inn.
Zhu Zhuqing stared at that final explanation, her face turning deathly pale.
Panic and fear poured down like icy water from above, freezing her limbs and bones.
There was indeed a martial soul fusion skill between her and Dai Mubai.
The fusion of the White Tiger and the Hell Spirit Cat.
This was precisely why the Star Luo imperial family had, generation after generation, intermarried with the Zhu family.
In the past, she had even harbored faint expectations—
Hoping that one day, she could perform the martial soul fusion skill with Dai Mubai, prove her own worth, and prove that the two of them had the ability to fight for their freedom.
But now…
"That's not proof…"
Zhu Zhuqing's lips trembled, her voice hoarse.
"That's… a shackle that makes me lose myself!"
"I don't want this!"
Zhu Zhuqing clenched her fists violently, her nails digging deep into her palms.
The pain kept her clear-headed.
The confusion in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by icy resolve.
She had come to Suo Tuo City to prove herself—not to become anyone's accessory!
And certainly not to have her emotions hijacked by some inexplicable force!
"I despise Dai Mubai's promiscuity…"
She muttered softly, biting down on every word.
"I absolutely refuse to be influenced by a martial soul fusion skill… absolutely refuse to 'fall in love' with him against my will!"
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Zhuqing made a vow in her heart.
"No matter what, I, Zhu Zhuqing, swear to never use a martial soul fusion skill with Dai Mubai!"
Even if it meant losing powerful combined combat strength, even if her family condemned her, she would keep her complete self!
That resolve made her eyes shine with exceptional brightness.
Like a night owl breaking free of its shackles, it prepares to embark on its own path.
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In the chat group.
The discussion continued.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: I never thought martial soul fusion skills could have such terrifying side effects!
At the academy, Liu Erlong frowned, feeling that this mechanism was extremely unfair.
Forcibly twisting someone's thoughts—was that kind of relationship really acceptable?
Suddenly, she thought of the Golden Holy Dragon martial soul fusion skill formed by herself, Flander, and Yu Xiaogang—the Golden Iron Triangle.
Her expression stiffened.
"Could it be that I also…"
Uncontrollably, she recalled the near-obsessive devotion she once had toward Yu Xiaogang.
[The Pope Herself]: This… is also the first time I've heard of such a thing.
On her throne, Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.
[The Pope Herself]: But there should be exceptions.
[Dad Douluo]: Royal Sister is right!
[Dad Douluo]: If it's a martial soul fusion skill between close relatives—siblings, brothers and sisters—it actually doesn't affect either party.
There are good examples of this in both Douluo I and Douluo II.
For instance, Hu Liena and Xie Yue in Douluo I, and Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen in Douluo II.
Both siblings have martial soul fusion skills, and they don't influence each other's emotions.
He added this clarification so people wouldn't think all martial soul fusion skills were traps.
At the very least, the ability to fight across realms when activating a martial soul fusion skill was still quite impressive.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: @Dad Douluo, speaking of which—Ah Qing, how did you end up in some backwater place like Suo Tuo City?
Liu Erlong suddenly changed the topic.
Some questions became more terrifying the more she thought about them, and she really didn't want to face them right now, so she hurriedly diverted the conversation.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: With your level and Xiao Wu's, wouldn't it be easy to enter any top academy you want? Even the Spirit Hall would be scrambling to recruit you, right?
She knew Lin Qingmo's strength well—an absolute genius.
Staying in a small city like Suo Tuo City really was a waste of talent.
[Dad Douluo]: Emmm, that's a long story… mainly two reasons.
He raised two fingers—though no one in the chat group could see it.
[Dad Douluo]: The first reason starts with that little punk Tang San. As you all know, Tang San is the so-called chosen son of heaven…
[Dad Douluo]: I've beaten him up so many times over the years that the two of us are definitely enemies now—and not just any enemies, but mortal enemies, the kind where it's kill or be killed.
That wasn't a lie—Tang San's gaze toward him really did look murderous.
As Lin Qingmo typed to this point, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face.
[Dad Douluo]: What's more… I stole his mom.
The instant this message was sent—
The entire chat group fell silent.
Not the kind of silence where no one spoke.
But a strange, deathly stillness where even the system notification sounds seemed to freeze.
Three seconds later.
[Little Witch]: Ah???
On the street, Ning Rongrong cried out loud, drawing the attention of several passersby.
She quickly covered her mouth, her eyes bulging wider than bronze bells.
'St-stole someone's mom???'
The information density was absolutely explosive!
Completely beyond her comprehension!
She stared fixedly at the blue-haired youth in the distance, her expression like she'd seen a ghost.
On the chat group's light screen, messages began flooding in wildly.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Uh… is it just my imagination? Even though it's technically true, why does it sound so weird coming out of your mouth?
Liu Erlong's mouth twitched, and she almost knocked over her teacup.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Don't phrase it so misleadingly! Explain it clearly!
She had just imagined some very unhealthy scenes and hurriedly shook her head to get rid of them.
[Little Witch]: Th-this… the info dump is too huge! Hurry up and explain in detail!
Ning Rongrong had entered a hyper-excited melon-eating mode, her fingers trembling.
[Big-Chested Kitty]: This… is a bit beyond common sense…
Even Zhu Zhuqing—who was in the middle of reshaping her entire outlook on life—was momentarily stunned by that sentence and forgot about her own issues.
Stealing someone's mom? What kind of operation was this?
The Extreme North.
The Ice Empress tilted her massive scorpion head.
"Xue'er, are human relationships really this complicated?"
The Snow Empress was silent for a moment before replying slowly, "Bing'er, that probably isn't meant literally."
Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong's violet eyes narrowed slightly.
"This child Ah Qing… his way of speaking is always so startling."
She was relatively calm—after all, she understood Lin Qingmo's personality and knew he liked using exaggerated phrasing.
[Green Grass]: Ah Yin doesn't like Tang San. Ah Yin likes Ah Qing.
Almost simultaneously—
At Lin Qingmo's collar, several strands of pale green Blue Silver Grass quietly emerged.
The blades were slender and tender, emitting a faint aura of vitality.
They swayed gently in the air, as if expressing some kind of emotion.
Then—
One blade of grass slowly coiled around Lin Qingmo's finger.
The movement was gentle and affectionate, like a kitten rubbing against its owner's hand.
Another blade lightly brushed against his cheek.
The edge of the leaf grazed his skin, bringing a cool, soft sensation.
The scene was extremely bizarre, yet inexplicably harmonious.
But Lin Qingmo showed no surprise at all.
He lowered his head to look at the Blue Silver Grass wrapped around his finger, a smile of incomparable tenderness curling at the corner of his lips.
Raising his hand, he gently stroked the surface of the grass with his fingertips, his movements careful and soothing, as if comforting a pampered little pet.
"Good."
He spoke softly, so quietly that only he and the Blue Silver Grass could hear.
The grass blades quivered happily, wrapping around him even tighter.
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End of Chapter