The Herrscher of the Void could sense the danger emanating from Mobius.
In the end, it was Mobius who had first shaken the Herrscher of the Void's will. Ah Quan would probably never forget...
That day, with the rope Mobius had given her clenched in her teeth, she had watched the dying Cecilia and the village on the verge of destruction, enduring it all to the bitter end.
That was her dark history!
A Herrscher, enduring unimaginable humiliation just to protect humans.
If her peers were to find out, the Herrscher of the Void would probably feel like hanging herself.
But then again, as long as she completed Ye Feng's mission properly, she didn't have to worry too much.
Not wanting any more complications, the Herrscher of the Void stepped into the [Cosmic Juggernaut]. Mobius, who had been staring at her, ultimately made no outrageous moves. She activated the Divine Key, gravitational ripples spread, and as space warped, the Herrscher of the Void, clad in the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles' outfit, vanished from the underground Central Dogma.
Faintly, a loser-like voice could be heard, "No, why did you have to leave? This young lady hasn't settled her score with Bronya yet..."
---o---
At St. Freya High School in the other world.
The gym was bustling with people, a lively scene filled with beautiful Valkyries in revealing workout clothes—a truly delightful sight.
Ye Feng had thrown himself into the thick of it, dripping with sweat as he performed... push-pull training.
And above him was Jingliu.
The woman, who usually looked as elegant as a celestial, had changed her attire.
Jingliu's cold, moon-like features remained unchanged, but her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, the ends cascading over her shoulders like flowing water.
She wore a neatly-tailored, silver-grey sports bra, covered by a semi-sheer white sun shirt that faintly revealed the sharp lines of her shoulders and neck.
Below, she wore a pair of form-fitting, deep indigo yoga pants. The material had a slight sheen, like frost condensed from the night sky, clinging to the smooth curves of her leg muscles. It showcased both the explosive power of a sword master and a supple, feminine beauty.
"So powerful and firm... so powerful and firm, Master. Your muscle is so wonderfully captivating."
Lick~~
Ye Feng's tongue darted out, gently licking away a bead of sweat.
"Ngh..."
Jingliu's body trembled. She let out a muffled grunt, and her legs, spread wide like a horse stance, began to shake violently. She nearly lost her balance from the sudden jolt of air.
But if she were to truly sit down, she probably wouldn't be getting up today.
Ye Feng said, "Sigh, I was supposed to go play with Ei, but since you came to me of your own accord, Master, it doesn't count as me breaking our agreement."
"..."
Jingliu, with a barbell resting on her shoulders, clenched her jaw. Sweat dripped down continuously, forming several small puddles beneath her.
She was using all her strength to stabilize her body and did not reply to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng lay comfortably on the bench press, his hands clasped behind his head, gazing at the flushed face of Jingliu.
Her body was steaming from the workout, giving her a certain alluring, swollen presence.
Even the curve of her waist and hips seemed rounder and more voluptuous, radiating a completely different kind of aura.
Jingliu finally steadied herself, her breath coming out in fragrant puffs. "As you requested, I've completed a thousand lifts... Can you tell me now... what exactly is going on with Baiheng?"
Jingliu was supposed to have had a week of peace, a week where she could do whatever she wanted without being disturbed by Ye Feng.
However, just a moment ago, as she was practicing her sword in the courtyard where Baiheng was, a flicker of spirituality had flashed in the woman's eyes.
Jingliu immediately sensed it—it was the fluctuation of a soul.
Overcome with excitement, Jingliu had rushed forward to check, but Baiheng showed no further signs of that wisp of consciousness.
Even the sword celestial, who wouldn't bat an eye if the stars themselves were to collapse, now had an incredibly shaken expression.
She could not wait a week.
Just as Ye Feng had predicted, she had sought out her wicked disciple of her own volition to ask what was happening.
"In the past, Master would certainly not have been this impatient."
Ye Feng smugly used his forearm to support Jingliu and chuckled. "It seems this disciple's guidance and education have had some effect on you, Master."
"..."
Jingliu stood on her tiptoes, sweat pouring down her legs like rain.
Her face remained cold, her expression aloof, as she simply waited for Ye Feng to speak.
She knew he would tell her.
"Sigh, my dear Master, I put aside my important work (f*cking Ei) just to enlighten you. Is this the attitude you're going to give me?"
But since Jingliu had completed the "task" Ye Feng had set, after the stick, it was time for the carrot.
"Alright," Ye Feng said. "All of Baiheng's soul fragments have been gathered."
Ye Feng gave Jingliu the answer she wanted.
Hearing this, a trace of tenderness finally appeared in the sword celestial's cold, moon-like eyes.
"However—"
Jingliu's heart skipped a beat.
In all matters, one feared that single word: "however."
"...However, what?"
"However, whether or not she can awaken will depend on your performance, Master."
"What do you mean?"
"Although all the soul fragments have been gathered, they have been in a 'dissipated' state for a long time. They need me to reassemble them before she can be woken up."
Jingliu turned her head, looking at her wicked disciple lying straight as a board, silently waiting for him to continue.
"Master, you know what kind of person I am. Since I promised you I wouldn't use any of my abilities on Baiheng, and that I couldn't screw her unless she consented... why should I go through all the trouble to help you awaken her?"
But without this "awakening" step, it was no different from being dead.
One was a cold corpse, the other was a warm, breathing body that could produce some minor conditioned reflexes.
"You said..."
Before Jingliu could finish, Ye Feng cut her off. "I said 'Baiheng can be revived,' and look, isn't that the truth? On matters of great importance, I won't lie to you, Master. But I never said I would help you awaken her, did I?"
"...You could win Baiheng's affection, make her willing..."
"Oh my, oh my, Master, what are you trying to do?"
Ye Feng looked at her with great interest. "Are you actually trying to push your own dearest friend into a fiery pit?"
A fiery pit?
Jingliu's heart jolted.
Right, what was I just thinking!
But then again... she looked at her wicked disciple's smug smile.
If Baiheng was truly willing... then it wouldn't really be a fiery pit, would it?
"That's impossible, Master. I've told you before, haven't I? My sexual interest in Baiheng isn't that great. A direct fuck is fine, but it's impossible for me to put in the same amount of effort with her as I do with you, Master."
"..."
Listening to Ye Feng's words, Jingliu's fists clenched and unclenched, then clenched again, then unclenched. After repeating this cycle several times, she finally closed her eyes as if resigning herself to her fate.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Heh, as expected of my good Master. You understand me best."