Douluo Continent: The Ice Dragon King Martial Soul, Ma Xiaotao is Addicted

"W-what...what kind of martial spirit is this? How can it be so powerful?!"

Meng Hongchen's breath caught in her throat, her icy blue eyes wide with disbelief.

Looking at the tiny, curled-up ice toad phantom in her palm, which didn't even dare to raise its head, and then at the ice dragon in Ye Chen's palm that exuded an aura of absolute dominance, her worldview was almost overturned.

This was completely beyond her comprehension!

She admitted that her cultivation was far inferior to Ye Chen's, but she didn't think her martial spirit was much weaker than Ye Chen's.

After all, her martial soul was considered top-tier in the entire original Douluo Continent, enough to squeeze into the top twenty!

But in front of Ye Chen, they couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance and were instantly and completely crushed.

The gap between them is so vast that even the term "impossible barrier" seems inadequate to describe it!

Seeing Meng Hongchen on the verge of tears, Ye Chen had a sudden thought.

The illusory ice dragon in his palm, radiating endless majesty and chill, instantly vanished into the air as specks of blue starlight.

The suffocating coldness and terrifying pressure receded as quickly as the tide.

The temperature in the private room, which had plummeted, began to slowly rise again, and the carpet regained its softness.

"I forgot to tell you in detail earlier, my ice dragon is the ultimate ice, which has an absolute suppressive effect on all non-ultimate ice attributes."

His gaze fell on Meng Hongchen's still stiff and pretty face, and he gently comforted her, "So, it's not that your martial soul is weak, it's just that my martial soul is too strong."

The pitiful phantom of the Zhu Qing Ice Toad in Meng Hongchen's palm sensed the disappearance of the terrifying pressure and tremblingly raised its head. The light in its crimson eyes returned somewhat, but it was still filled with deep fear.

"Well……"

Meng Hongchen took a deep breath, her voice thick with nasal congestion and a profound sense of loss. She withdrew her martial spirit, gave Ye Chen a somewhat resentful look, and muttered softly, "You're a monster... powerful cultivation, high-level Soul Master, and such a powerful martial spirit..."

Meng Hongchen felt like she was about to cry from the shock.

I originally thought that since both of them were ice-type, they would have a lot in common and could even have some friendly exchanges.

Reality proved cruel; while she stood on the clouds, she couldn't even see his shadow when she looked up from the foot of the mountain.

Seeing Meng Hongchen's expression, which was almost in tears, Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle. Meng Hongchen was really quite adorable at that moment.

"Alright, alright, I told you not to compare yourself to me."

As Ye Chen spoke, he picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece of fragrant rhinoceros leg meat from the plate next to him, and slowly brought it to Meng Hongchen's small mouth, smiling as he said, "Try this, it's most fragrant when it's freshly roasted."

Ye Chen pushed the tempting piece of bird leg meat forward, his tone slightly coaxing.

Ye Chen truly had no intention of hurting Meng Hongchen.

He just wanted to see what the reaction would be if both of them were ice-attribute martial souls, but he didn't expect...

Looking at the fragrant bird leg meat in front of her, Meng Hongchen felt it was a bit unladylike to eat it in one bite, but Ye Chen had personally fed her, and the fork was one that Ye Chen had used...

"Ow~"

Thinking of this, Meng Hongchen did not hesitate and took it in her mouth.

The rich, juicy meat bursts in your mouth, and the aroma of spices and oils fills the air instantly—it's truly delicious.

She puffed out her still slightly chubby cheeks, chewed gently, and mumbled indistinctly, "Hmph... You're so strong, you'll have to go easy on me next time in the Soul Master Competition..."

Whether it was intentional or genuinely delicious, she ate with her eyes slightly narrowed, and her mood seemed to improve a little.

Seeing Meng Hongchen's adorable, pouty expression as she ate, Ye Chen's smile deepened.

Meng Hongchen is simple-minded; her joy and anger are written all over her face, and her emotions come and go quickly.

He picked up the red wine and took another sip.

Meng Hongchen quickly picked up her own cup, as if trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol, and gulped down a large mouthful.

With the help of delicious food and wine, the atmosphere eased considerably.

The two continued their dinner.

Ye Chen was good at guiding the conversation, so he stopped talking about martial spirits and started talking about soul tools that Meng Hongchen was familiar with.

Although Ye Chen's current skill in soul tools is not yet comparable to Jing Hongchen's.

However, Ye Chen's knowledge, gained through the "Myriad Manifestations Record," far surpassed that of Jing Hongchen. His understanding of fifth-order soul tools was naturally far more advanced, quickly piquing Meng Hongchen's interest.

The atmosphere in the private room became relaxed and harmonious once again.

Meng Hongchen's voice became cheerful, and laughter gradually increased.

Those icy blue eyes, moistened by alcohol, appeared even more watery and dreamy, gazing at Ye Chen with shimmering light.

Clearly, Ye Chen's excellence dealt her a huge blow, but it also intensified her admiration and affection for him.

……

Time flowed by slowly amidst pleasant conversation.

Red wine has a strong aftereffect, often without you even realizing it.

After three or four bottles of Crimson Heart, I was completely drunk.

Meng Hongchen's face was rosy, like a ripe peach, and she felt warm all over, as light as if she were about to float away.

The frustration caused by Ye Chen's martial spirit had long since vanished, replaced by an immense sense of excitement and an indescribable anticipation.

Taking the opportunity to serve food to Ye Chen, Meng Hongchen seemed to "unintentionally" rub against Ye Chen again.

Their arms were almost touching.

Meng Hongchen could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from Ye Chen, a strong youthful scent mixed with a hint of red wine.

She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, her body swaying slightly.

"Uh-huh..."

As if weakened by drunkenness, Meng Hongchen let out a soft, slightly nasal cry, her body swaying limply to the left...

She nestled gently into Ye Chen's strong, warm embrace, enveloped in a warm, fragrant breeze.

Her profile and head rested perfectly between Ye Chen's broad right shoulder and upper arm.

"Are you alright? How did you suddenly collapse?"

Ye Chen subconsciously reached out and embraced Meng Hongchen.

A warm scent, a blend of a young girl's sweet fragrance and a hint of wine, instantly enveloped him.

Ye Chen could clearly feel the girl's exquisite curves and amazing softness and elasticity in his arms.

Ye Chen tightened his grip slightly, steadily supporting the warm, soft body in his arms.

"Um...I'm fine...um..."

Meng Hongchen seemed completely unaware of what she had done, only letting out a muffled whimper.

Like a cat finding a comfortable corner, Meng Hongchen even gently rubbed against Ye Chen's chest, slightly adjusting her position to bury herself deeper into Ye Chen's embrace, seeking a sense of security and warmth in her consciousness.

Because of her sitting posture and the way she was leaning against someone, the hem of her dress was pulled up quite a bit, with the edge barely covering a small section below her upper thighs.

The smooth curves tightly wrapped in white silk, along with the absolute territory where the lace trim at the top of the stockings met, were thus displayed unguardedly in Ye Chen's view.

Soft light shone down, making the delicate white stockings gleam faintly, outlining the plump and firm lines of her thighs.

The delicate lace trim was faintly visible at the top of the stockings, which tightly bound the fair flesh of her thighs, leaving a shallow mark.

"Um... Brother Ye Chen, I think I've had too much to drink..."

Meng Hongchen leaned against Ye Chen's chest, her wine-red hair scattered messily on Ye Chen's arm, her icy blue eyes filled with a thick mist as she gazed dreamily at Ye Chen's profile so close to her.

As Meng Hongchen spoke, she scooted forward again, her entire upper body almost pressed against Ye Chen's chest. The neckline of her dress was slightly deformed due to the pressure, revealing a small section of her delicate and alluring collarbone.

"It's getting late, how about I take you home first?" Ye Chen felt that continuing like this was a bit dangerous.

If something unexpected happens, Jing Hongchen might just come and kill him.

Ye Chen was afraid that he might accidentally kill Jing Hongchen with a single punch, and then things would get complicated.

Therefore, it's best to avoid this kind of thing from happening.

(End of this chapter)