Chapter 46: Bei Bei — Damn! You Need a Hotel Room to Cultivate?
Her martial soul was the Blue Silver Grass, and though she had worked hard and used the Mysterious Heaven Technique to barely reach rank 31, the Blue Silver Grass was fundamentally weak. In battles among soul masters of equal level, she was nearly always at the bottom.
If it weren't for her status as the Tang Sect's leader, she would've been eliminated long ago. That title gave her special privileges, letting her stay in Shrek Academy to train.
Still—rank 31 might not be much, but if she could reach rank 41, 51, or even 61, then she wouldn't be weak anymore.
And Ye Chen's secret technique promised tenfold cultivation speed! One year of training could give ten years of progress. How could she not be excited?
Even though she felt shy about it, she couldn't resist the chance to "borrow" a bit of Ye Chen's fortune…
"Of course. I'm the Tang Sect's vice master, and Sister Xiao Ya, you're the Tang Sect's leader. We should help each other—grow together—to restore the Tang Sect's glory!"
"That's the surprise I told you about. Do you like it, Sister Xiao Ya?"
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow with a grin.
Funny—back when he'd read the story, he hated that phrase "revive the Tang Sect." But now, using it to win Tang Ya over, he had to admit—it worked like a charm.
As they say: everyone hates capitalists, but everyone secretly wants to become one.
Plenty of readers mocked protagonists with harems. But if they themselves crossed into another world with a godlike system, who wouldn't collect every goddess they could find?
...
"I love it! Then I'll be in your care, Vice Master Ye~" Tang Ya said cheerfully, her smile brimming with excitement and gratitude.
Her intuition had been right—recruiting Ye Chen was the smartest decision she'd ever made.
"All right, no time to waste. Let's get started."
Ye Chen led her upstairs and booked a suite, bringing her inside.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, gesturing for Tang Ya to sit. "The technique is... a bit special. You'll need to stay within half a meter of me for it to work."
Better to keep a safe distance at first—he could shorten it later once she got used to it.
After all, you eat a meal one bite at a time. Don't rush and cause trouble.
"Okay."
Tang Ya didn't question him, slipping off her shoes and sitting cross-legged across from him.
"Now, match your breathing with mine. The technique only works when both energies harmonize perfectly."
"Got it!"
Seeing his serious expression, Tang Ya forced her heartbeat to calm and closed her eyes, following his rhythm as best she could.
Once her emotions settled, Ye Chen activated Resonance.
"Hum—"
A strange vibrating energy filled the room, instantly connecting both of them.
Their soul power intertwined into a spiraling vortex, drawing spiritual energy from the surrounding air.
Their cultivation speed exploded more than tenfold.
"It's really… working…"
Tang Ya could feel her soul power circulating ten times faster than usual. Her whole body tingled with shocking vitality.
She had assumed Ye Chen was exaggerating—that "tenfold" meant maybe double at best—but this was the real deal. Faster. Stronger. She was stunned.
"Focus. We only have an hour—don't waste it," Ye Chen reminded softly, sensing her distraction.
"O-okay…" Tang Ya nodded quickly, but her concentration wavered anyway.
Sitting that close, she could feel his warm breath brushing against her face, could smell his subtle unique scent—it was strangely intoxicating...
Ye Chen, on the other hand, remained calm.
After daily interactions with Ma Xiaotao's teasing, his willpower and self-control were tempered to steel. A little proximity like this was nothing.
Though he had to admit—Tang Ya's fresh, gentle scent was quite pleasant. Not as mature as Ma Xiaotao's, but bright, lively—refreshing.
Their training could easily have lasted longer, but he always limited it to one hour.
After all, he had other partners waiting.
As a master of "time management," he couldn't favor one too much.
Soul masters typically practiced one or two hours daily; even the most diligent like Huo Yuhao rarely exceeded five. Beyond that, results diminished fast.
Talent and resources always mattered more than pure effort.
If hard work alone were enough, who would need innate gifts or opportunities?
A single genius training one hour a day with great talent could surpass a mediocre soul master grinding sixteen.
That was the world's reality.
But Ye Chen had a cheat. His accelerated training was very real.
In just this one hour, Tang Ya gained as much as she normally would in three or four days.
And once their connection deepened and their "compatibility" grew, the speed could multiply even further—by a hundred, maybe even a thousand times someday.
There was no rush.
Training could wait—romance was far more interesting.
...
An hour passed quickly.
Ye Chen exhaled calmly and glanced at Tang Ya. "So, Sister Xiao Ya, how do you feel?"
Tang Ya was still lost in the rush of breakthrough energy, her body light and buzzing. It took her a moment to respond.
"I feel amazing!" she said at last, eyes bright as stars. "It's unbelievable! If only it lasted longer…"
If she could keep that pace every day, she'd double her rank in no time.
"But too much cultivation isn't good," Ye Chen said with a gentle smile. "Life isn't just about training—you need to enjoy it, too."
Tang Ya blinked, a little taken aback.
"Enjoy… life?" she murmured to herself. The idea sounded almost foreign.
She'd always smiled and joked on the surface, but deep down, her heart was heavy—consumed by vengeance, never at peace. She hadn't allowed herself to relax in years.
"That's right," Ye Chen continued softly. "You should be happy. I told you, leave the revenge to me. You don't have to carry that burden alone anymore."
"Ye Chen… thank you…"
Overcome, Tang Ya suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his chest, eyes glistening.
His words had struck straight into the deepest part of her heart, soothing a pain that no one else could touch.
Compared to Bei Bei's empty encouragements, Ye Chen's gentle confidence felt warm and real—something she didn't realize she'd been craving all this time.
(END CHAPTER)
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