Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

You can't just say, "I don't recognize my father's face, can you? That would be too absurd!"

But... that's just how it is!

Lan Fuzi's mind raced.

Then, she fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, put on an awkward yet polite smile, and said in a slightly ingratiating tone, "Um... I've been out for too long, and I've forgotten what my father looks like..."

The moment the words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

Shui Bing'er: "..."

Xue Wu: "..."

The other team members from Tianshui College stared wide-eyed at the same time.

Have you forgotten what your father looks like?

How could you forget that?

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's eye twitched slightly.

He looked at Lan Fuzi's guilty face, at her eyes that darted around and avoided his gaze, took a deep breath, and remained silent for a moment.

Have you forgotten what he looks like?

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He suddenly realized that she hadn't forgotten; she had never seen her before.

In the deep sea, he always revealed his true form: a colossal whale that blotted out the sky, with dark blue scales and an overwhelming, earth-shattering aura. This was the image of his father that Lan Fuzi had seen since childhood.

But standing in front of her at this moment was one of his men.

She had never seen him in human form.

The corner of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's mouth twitched slightly.

Well, her excuse wasn't wrong.

Lan Fuzi sensed that something was off about her father's aura and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Father, that's not what I meant! I just... I just... You must know what I was trying to say, right?"

She nodded vigorously, her face full of sincerity.

Deep Sea Demon Whale King: "..."

He looked into his daughter's large, sincere eyes, which seemed to be overflowing with tears, and remained silent for a long time.

Then, he reached out and gently flicked Lan Fuzi's forehead with his slender fingers.

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back."

Lan Fuzi covered her forehead, pouted, and dared not speak.

Shui Bing'er looked at the father and daughter, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up: "Buddha, now that your father is here, why don't we go back first?"

Lan Fuzi glanced at her father, then at Shui Bing'er, and whispered, "Um... could I be alone with my father for a while?"

Shui Bing'er nodded and left first with Xue Wu and the other team members.

Only Lan Fuzi and the Deep Sea Demon Whale King remained on the street.

Lan Fuzi lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, like a child who had done something wrong.

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice tinged with weariness: "Buddha's son, do you know how worried your father is about you?"

Lan Fuzi's body trembled slightly.

Do you know how your father felt when he couldn't find you in the deep sea?

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King's voice was very low, so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

“Father thought something had happened to you. He thought you had been captured by humans. He thought…”

He didn't continue.

Lan Fuzi raised her head and looked at her father's cold and stern face.

She suddenly noticed that her father's eyes were full of worry.

Lan Fuzi's nose tingled, and her eyes reddened.

"Father...I'm sorry..."

Her voice choked, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I shouldn't have left without saying goodbye... I shouldn't have worried you... I'm sorry..."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King looked at her, at his daughter's red eyes, and at the tear stains on her face that hadn't yet been wiped away.

He sighed softly.

Then, he reached out and pulled Lan Fuzi back into his arms.

"It's good that you're safe."

His voice was still deep, but it had a touch more gentleness.

"I'm glad you're safe."

Lan Fuzi nestled in her father's arms, and tears finally streamed down her face.

She hugged her father tightly, as if trying to make up for all the hugs she had missed during this time.

"Father, I miss you so much..."

The Deep Sea Demon Whale King didn't speak, but gently patted his daughter's back.

……

Wuhun City.

Snow White walked deeper into the Spirit City.

After passing through several palaces and around several training grounds, the surrounding buildings gradually thinned out, and in their place was a woodland shrouded in a golden halo.

Chapter 486 Aurora

The trees here are completely different from those outside.

The tree trunk stands straight and tall, its bark a pale gold, and its leaves are slender and feather-like, scattering shimmering dust as they sway gently in the breeze. A warm and sacred aura permeates the air; with each breath, one can feel a gentle energy flowing into the body through the nasal cavity, soothing every part of the body.

This is the training ground for the six-winged angel mimicry.

Since Snow White decided to stay in Wuhun City to cultivate, this place has become her daily destination.

In the center of the woodland was a clearing, the ground paved with unidentified white stones, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the golden halo overhead.

In the very center of the open space, a miniature angel statue stands quietly, about the height of a person, with exquisite carvings, six wings spread, and a compassionate face.

Snow White stood before the statue and slowly closed her eyes.

Her long, moon-white hair shimmered softly in the golden light, and her delicate face held no superfluous expression, only a deep, focused tranquility.

She has been practicing here for some time now.

During this time, she has been trying to do one thing.

The ice-type soul power of the snow-capped swan is fused with the holy attribute soul power of the six-winged angel martial soul.

On the Douluo Continent, there are quite a few Soul Masters who possess twin Martial Souls. However, all Soul Masters with twin Martial Souls follow the same ironclad rule: they cannot use two Martial Souls simultaneously; they can only switch between them one after another.

Soul power will also switch attributes accordingly.

When using an ice-type martial soul, the soul power is of the ice attribute. When switching to an angel martial soul, the soul power becomes of the holy attribute.

The two attributes remain separate, each going its own way and not interfering with the other.

This seemed too troublesome to Snow White.

Switching takes time, even if it's just a moment. In a real life-or-death battle, that moment could be a fatal flaw.

Moreover, the two types of soul power cannot be superimposed, fused, or complemented.

This means that although she possesses two martial souls, she can only ever unleash the power of one of them.

This is not reasonable.

In Snow White's understanding, everything that exists has its own inherent logic. Since twin martial souls can coexist within one person, there must be a way to make them function simultaneously.

It's just that no one has found the method yet.

She opened her eyes and raised her right hand.

A ball of icy blue soul power slowly condensed in his palm.

That was the ultimate ice attribute of the snow-capped swan. The moment the soul power condensed, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and fine ice crystals appeared in the air, shimmering with a diamond-like brilliance in the golden halo.

Biting cold.

Snow White raised her left hand again.

A ball of golden soul power slowly condensed in his palm.

That was the sacred attribute of a six-winged angel. The moment the soul power condensed, a warm and vast aura spread out, forming a stark contrast with the chill in his right palm.

One cold, one hot; one icy, one sacred.

Two completely different forces confronted, collided, and repelled each other between her hands.

Snow White's gaze fell on the empty space between her hands.

Then, she moved.

Slowly bring your hands together in the middle.

Under her control, the icy blue soul power and the golden soul power drew closer and closer.

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The moment the two forces clashed, a piercing sound rang out, like ice water being poured onto a red-hot iron plate. White mist billowed from the point of contact, carrying an eerie temperature that was a mixture of scorching heat and icy cold.

Snow White frowned slightly.

Repel.