Chapter 179: Utterly ridiculous

Wen Ya stood somewhat nervously in front of the redwood door, her hair slightly damp, merely wiped dry.

After washing up.

She didn't dress up much, just changed into a clean shirt.

The white cotton outfit outlined her perky curves.

She wore denim shorts below, her legs in black short socks straight and slender, tightly together.

Her fair skin appeared somewhat chilly in the moonlight outside the window.

The midnight breeze carried a hint of chill, lifting the ends of her hair.

No makeup, simple and elegant.

Although she hesitated for a long time in front of the bathroom mirror, she still chose to go see Lin An like this.

She didn't know what she was thinking, her thoughts were in disarray.

She took a deep breath, completely gone was the icy demeanor she had in front of others.

She felt somewhat timid, with an inexplicable turmoil of heart.

"Bang... bang..."

The knocking was soft; the girl lowered her brows and pressed her lips.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you a long time."

Lin An's voice came from inside the door, gentle and magnetic.

Her heart fluttered like a startled deer.

The familiar voice dispelled her unease; Wen Ya slowly turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.

Inside, Lin An had changed into loose sleepwear, standing by the table with his back to her.

After entering, Wen Ya gently closed the door, stood somewhat awkwardly in place, merely silently watching the man's back.

She smelled the pleasant soap scent on Lin An.

Lin An's originally somewhat grown-out bangs had been simply trimmed, looking neat and tidy.

A long silence.

Wen Ya felt she shouldn't be the one to speak first.

At this moment, what should she do?

A girl's first time should be reserved.

She had actually imagined being with Lin An, but didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.

"What are you standing there for?"

Lin An turned around, looking at her with a gentle smile.

"Come to my side; I've thought about this for a long time."

"Hold it."

"How does it feel?"

"Is it a bit cold?"

"Endure it a bit; can we still continue?"

Breathing inside the room was ragged, occasionally Lin An's gentle encouraging voice came through.

Wen Ya couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Her slender fingertips trembled slightly.

The slender sword sheath in her hand continued to absorb her spiritual power.

Light shone forth, white.

Lin An's gaze held some regret.

He had thought that infusing different spiritual power into the Soul-Consoling Sword Sheath would produce different effects.

For example, his own spiritual power being more violent, so after infusion the effect carried the characteristic of divine thorns.

Wen Ya's spiritual power being concealed, it should have carried an invisible swift effect.

However, there was none.

After experimenting, Lin An helplessly discovered that only his own spiritual power had special effects.

After Wen Ya's spiritual power was infused, only a sword gleam appeared, and its power was considerably less than his own.

Never mind; the main point is still to test how much power can be boosted by infusing spiritual power.

Lin An's gaze was expectant, he repeatedly urged Wen Ya:

"Come, spiritual sharing. Let's try again."

Wen Ya, hearing this, felt somewhat helpless, her heart a mix of five flavors...

Since entering, Lin An had spent more time looking at the sword sheath than at her.

His gaze at the sword sheath was like looking at a beloved treasure.

When he looked at her,

just a tool...

Suddenly felt sour.

There was some sourness in her heart.

She couldn't help but recall the first time she met Lin An; he was like that then too.

The first time, she began to doubt her charm, wondering if she was just too ugly.

Maybe she should dress up carefully?

Lin An seemed never to have seen her best side.

She is also acclaimed as the campus belle of Linjiang National University, talented and beautiful.

No one knows how many people chase after her...

Why, why is the man before me not moved at all...

A lone man and woman, deep in the night.

Studying a broken sword here?

Feeling somewhat irritable.

She also doesn't know whether she truly likes Lin An or just doesn't mind giving herself to him.

But right now, she feels she has failed badly.

It turns out Lin An summoned her over purely to test his "treasure" sword sheath.

"Hum—"

Lin An gazed at the sword sheath with excitement, and under Wen Ya's mental sharing, his mental power continuously poured in.

Finally, as it was about to exhaust, the sword sheath fully lit up with a brilliant azure glow.

The pattern filled one corner, but it's still far from being fully covered.

"Clang!"

The sharp blade is drawn.

Under the infusion of a large amount of mental power, the blade's edge is enveloped by a dense sword aura.

A three-foot sword aura, with a hint of blue.

Merely holding it in his hand, Lin An can sense the terrifying power contained within this sword.

"Siss—"

The sword aura surges back and forth, continually tearing the air at the tip, emitting a piercing, sharp sound.

Slightly nearing the ground, the marble tiles laid with carpet are instantly slit, like a hot knife into butter, effortlessly.

Without a doubt.

Lin An feels somewhat delighted sensing this sword's power.

At least it amplifies his full-force strike by more than three times.

If this sword were swung, even a Fourth Rank existence would likely be injured.

If he were to face the previous 【Suturer】 again, with just this sword Lin An would be confident to cleave it in half.

"Clang!"

The blade returns to the sheath.

He reluctantly reattaches the sword sheath to his waist.

Truly looking forward to its power after further nurturing.

Unfortunately, after infusing mental power there seems to be some limit; he sensed from his earlier full infusion that the sword body can barely withstand the surging sword aura.

Otherwise, he could continuously infuse mental power daily, since mental power consumption would automatically recover.

It seems he can only wait until he obtains Cain's Blade to do this again.

Ordinary alloy weapons can no longer bear more mental power.

Lin An sighs, then looks up at Wen Ya with a resentful expression, feeling somewhat strange.

"Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"We'll set out early tomorrow to scout military outposts."

"Rest up your spirit, remember to brief before departure."

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Lin An gave a helpless, wry smile.

He saw that Wen Ya actually likes him a bit, and even if he wishes, he can do whatever he wants.

But Wen Ya's such feeling is mistaken.

Her liking actually mixes gratitude toward him, plus having gone through many things together, and he can also give Wen Ya a sense of safety.

Without much romantic experience, one indeed mistakes this feeling for liking.

Although there's no sentimental notion like needing love to be together.

For Lin An, if there's desire, he releases it.

The day he truly develops feelings, he won't be hesitant.

He also never considers himself a paragon of virtue.

Even if he wishes, all the campus belles and institute belles of the base are his for the taking.

Moreover, at the present stage.

Lin An does not intend to devote his thoughts to such matters.

Under the Apocalypse, morning safety is not guaranteed.

Even now he dares not guarantee he will surely survive.

Without great strength, talking about love and affection—isn't that a brain disorder?

Wait until the base stabilizes, having the power to control fate, then he will have the right to relax.

Emotion is too luxurious; it shouldn't exist in the Apocalypse.

After suppressing his thoughts, Lin An half-reclines in the chair, eyes closed, pondering.

Regarding the Capital Military Region matter, he does not intend to pay attention.

First of all, he fundamentally lacks a Safe Zone token.

Establishing a base relies entirely on the Doomsday Base Vehicle.

Once the base vehicle is retracted, the complimentary Rule Land is completely wasted.

The cost is too great; he absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen.

Moreover, even if he had a Safe Zone token, he could not possibly hand it over.

The base must remain in his own hands; he will not let anyone command him, nor will he join any faction.

He trusts only himself; even if it's wrong, even if he might not be right, it's still the path he chose.

Fate must always be held in one's own hands.

Lin An's eyes flashed with cold killing intent as he looked at the broadcast license in the mission rewards and the Meme doll in the ring.

You want to force me to bow, you want to test me, you want me to obediently obey?

Utterly ridiculous...