The monsters outside the base aren't that easy to kill—one wrong move could lead to utter annihilation.
As the saying goes: "If you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet." Surviving is already a blessing from the heavens.
What people don't know when they admire and envy the strong is that the road to becoming one is paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Ninety-nine percent fall along the way, and only one percent succeed in the end.
Look at how many martial artists exist in the world, and then see how many of them become War Gods—or even surpass them. Out of thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, not even one may make it.
And for women, the ratio is even scarier.
Just look at how many familiar faces were once in the personal guard camp—now, after only three years, how many are still around?
How many have already perished?
They were assigned to protect Yeyu and didn't have to fight endlessly in the wild. Frankly, they were incredibly lucky.
Even luckier, Yeyu gave them secret medicine to help them quickly grow stronger.
"Do you even need our protection anymore?" Fu Junyu asked, recalling how Yeyu trained with his blade during the day, her big, bright eyes gazing at him.
Yeyu suddenly realized why the two women had seemed a bit down that afternoon.
"From now on, it's my turn to protect you," Yeyu said seriously, looking at the two of them.
Upon hearing this, the two women felt something stir in their hearts.
His words struck deep within their soft inner selves.
Looking at Yeyu's handsome profile and confident expression, they were momentarily entranced.
Sincerity is the ultimate weapon. And Yeyu's words were true—he would indeed protect them in the future.
The scent of male hormones wafting from Yeyu unconsciously made their hearts beat faster.
Especially with Yeyu's mischievous hands, whose warmth seemed to reach into their very souls.
"Alright!"
At that moment, Fu Junyu decisively straddled Yeyu with flirtatious eyes, beginning to remove the last remnants of her gear.
The two women weren't the shy or reserved types—things had already reached this point, so there was no point in holding back.
Sure, Yeyu might be a bit of a playboy.
But honestly, that's not even a flaw. What powerful martial artist doesn't have numerous wives and concubines?
Most of their strength was gifted by Yeyu. Following him meant they had found a powerful backer.
"No rush. Come, I'll teach you a cultivation method."
"System, bind Tang Xiang and Fu Junyu to me..."
With the system's binding, Yeyu formed a mysterious connection with them.
This connection made it much easier for him to pass on cultivation methods.
Don't be fooled by the fact that only part of Dragon-Phoenix Harmony was unlocked.
Its information content was vast—if explained verbally, it would take days.
And they wouldn't be able to remember that much.
Now, with a mere thought, Yeyu could transmit the technique directly into their minds.
And then…
The two women truly lived up to their status as War God-level warriors. Compared to Liu Ting and Xu Xin, their stamina was on a whole other level.
If Liu Ting and Xu Xin could barely hold off Yeyu for an hour when joining forces…
Then Tang Xiang and Fu Junyu could double that time.
Their flexibility also far surpassed the other two, truly offering 360 degrees without a single dead angle.
Especially Tang Xiang's 1.8-meter-long legs, which Yeyu adored.
At the same time, both women finally understood why Yeyu's strength had skyrocketed so rapidly over the past few days.
They would never have guessed that this was the reason.
As they circulated their cultivation under Yeyu's guidance, they felt their entire bodies undergoing rapid transformation.
From genetic source energy to their very souls, everything was strengthening at lightning speed—so much that they felt like their spirits were leaving their bodies.
Most obvious was the enhancement of their physical strength—it was as if they were riding a rocket.
From skin to muscle, bones, and finally internal organs—it was an incredible leap.
No wonder!
No wonder Liu Ting and Xu Xin had locked themselves in Yeyu's room for a full two days and nights.
When they finally emerged, they were completely transformed. No wonder those looks in their eyes made sense now.
Turns out doing that could really improve strength.
And not just a little—but by leaps and bounds.
And the best part? No effort required. Just lying down and getting stronger.
A bit embarrassing, though—the euphoric feeling made their minds go blank and robbed them of rational thought.
Sometimes they got a bit loud…
Sometimes they even spouted nonsense.
Both women regretted not acting sooner—Liu Ting and Xu Xin had clearly snatched up a major advantage.
The Next Day!
As sunlight poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows and bathed the room—
Scattered everywhere were discarded, torn pieces of equipment: black stockings, white tights, high-heeled boots, long skirts, blazers...
It was clear how intense the "battle" had been.
Yeyu opened his eyes, looking at Tang Xiang still lying on top of him, and once again felt immense admiration.
"Mmmh..."
Tang Xiang, feeling the changes in her body, groggily opened her eyes, still a bit dazed.
Then, her memories came flooding back—she remembered everything.
She had embarrassingly passed out last night.
Of course, she wasn't the only one—Fu Junyu had blacked out even earlier than her.
Okay, to be fair, Fu Junyu had received the "education" first—so naturally, she passed out first.
Though… she might not have lasted as long as Tang Xiang either!
"Hmph!"
Overestimating herself! Tang Xiang thought smugly.
Just as she gathered her thoughts, a strong force suddenly pushed her aside—
She rolled off the bed and landed on the floor, dumbfounded.
What the hell?
Then she saw it—Fu Junyu had already woken up and climbed back on top of Yeyu.
How could Tang Xiang tolerate that? She immediately leapt back onto the bed—there was no way she'd let Fu Junyu hog him alone.
The Next Morning!
When Yeyu woke up again, he saw the two women still unconscious, tear stains at the corners of their eyes.
Feeling refreshed, he quietly left the room.
After a quick wash and getting dressed, Yeyu picked up his long blade and went back to the rooftop.
Grind!
If you can't grind to death, then grind like hell!
Fierce blade lights shot out like lightning, creating afterimages in all directions—countless slashes forming a blinding storm.
Fast!
Unimaginably fast! The sonic booms of slashes tearing through air exploded continuously across the rooftop.