Chapter 88: Helping Meng Yiran (Patreon)

Lu Feng understood clearly.

The reason this 2,000-year-old Man-Faced Demon Spider soul ring was so difficult to absorb lay in the presence of the external soul bone.

As their lips met, the exchange of bodily fluids formed a bridge between them. The natural energy passed through Lu Feng to Meng Yiran, but by the time it reached her, its strength had drastically diminished—though it was just barely enough.

This was the natural energy gathered from within a 600-meter radius. As Lu Feng's soul power grew, his perception range expanded, and the amount of energy he could draw would multiply.

Finally, Meng Yiran succeeded in safely absorbing the Man-Faced Demon Spider's soul ring.

Almost simultaneously, streaks of violet light shimmered across her back. Within moments, the light condensed, forming a bizarre-looking external soul bone that gleamed with a dark, metallic luster.

Rip—

The green snake-scale armor on Meng Yiran's back tore apart, shredding into pieces.

The Eight Spider Lances, resembling the legs of the Man-Faced Demon Spider, abruptly unfurled—twisted and menacing.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Uncontrolled, the Eight Spider Lances lashed out wildly.

But Lu Feng was prepared.

A sturdy barrier of azure-gold vines materialized before him, blocking the spider lances' attacks.

Beads of sweat trickled down Meng Yiran's jade-like skin, her entire body drenched.

A soul master's physique was continuously refined by soul power, purging impurities—so their sweat carried no unpleasant odor. Female soul masters, especially those who prized beauty and fragrance, often consumed special herbs to imbue their sweat with a subtle scent. Meng Yiran was one such example.

Lu Feng sensed it the moment the external soul bone's violent energy surged through her. Seated cross-legged, her delicate body shuddered violently, her cherry lips parting from his as she swayed, on the verge of collapsing.

He subconsciously reached out his hands to grab her collar.

But he found that Meng Yiran was no longer wearing any clothes.

Her upper body was already completely bare, probably because the Eight Spider Lances tore her back clothes when they opened, and after losing their restraint, all the clothes on her upper body fell down.

And now, what his hands were grabbing was her breasts. Full, round, and completely exposed.

Lu Feng opened his eyes.

"Hiss…" What he saw sent another wave of unsettling yet thrilling sensations through his already turbulent mind.

What set Meng Yiran apart from the others were the tattoos adorning her body—from the corners of her eyes down to her long legs.

Among the inked designs were serpent-dragon totems, flowers and butterflies, ancient runes, and even portraits of people.

Her clan believed these tattoos granted them power.

Some were symbols of status, while others expressed deep longing or admiration.

Normally, most of Meng Yiran's tattoos remained hidden beneath her robes.

Lu Feng was also seeing them so clearly for the first time at such close range.

Her exquisite and delicate body was covered with unique and distinctive tattoos.

This further accentuated the jade-like whiteness of her skin where there were no tattoos.

It was extremely visually impactful and breathtaking!

Forming a special and fatal temptation!

But what truly stunned Lu Feng was the portrait inked over her breast—one that looked exactly like him.

'She actually tattooed me… right over her heart.'

Amid his surprise, he felt a pang of genuine emotion.

Giving Meng Yiran Tang San's great opportunity was absolutely the right decision.

'No matter what, I'll make sure you safely absorb the Eight Spider Lances.'

At this critical moment, Lu Feng didn't dare hesitate. Pushing aside distracting thoughts, he steadied his mind, pulling Meng Yiran tightly into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her bare, trembling body and kissed her again—harder this time. His hands pressed her tight against him, shielding her from the lances still twitching with rage behind her.

This time, he let his own blood flow into her mouth.

Not just spiritual energy—his blood, filled with his Dragon God lineage. The blood burned as it slid between their tongues, but it calmed the storm inside her. Just enough to push the Man-Faced Demon Spider's soul back from destroying her mind.

If Lu Feng were the one absorbing the Eight Spider Lances, it would've been effortless. His Dragon God's bloodline alone could overpower the spider's resistance. But Meng Yiran had only ingested a few drops of his blood—the suppression force she could draw was less than a thousandth of Lu Feng's own power.

Outside the vine cocoon…

The group stood guard in tense silence.

"How did this happen? I've never seen anything like this during a soul ring absorption," Zhao Wuji muttered, scratching his head as he glanced at the Serpent Dragon Douluo.

"Neither have I," the old man admitted, shaking his head. Even with decades of experience, he was completely baffled.

"They might need help. Should we cut open the vines to check?" Tang San feigned concern, stepping toward the cocoon.

"Absolutely not!"

The Serpent Dragon Douluo's staff snapped sideways, blocking Tang San's path. "Interfering now would only magnify the danger."

"Help? More like sabotage. Get lost!" Zhu Zhuqing, usually silent and reserved, lashed out with rare fury, her eyes sharp with hostility. Her worry for Lu Feng had shattered her usual restraint.

"Back off!" Xiao Wu matched her anger, jabbing a finger at Tang San with the authority of their group's unofficial leader.

"I—I genuinely meant well!" Tang San plastered on an aggrieved, earnest expression, the picture of innocence.

Zhao Wuji waved a hand, cutting through the tension. "Enough. Tang San, Dai Mubai—you two patrol the perimeter."

He knew where priorities lay. With a direct order, he sent the two least-trusted by Lu Feng far away from the scene.