After leaving the Soul Temple, Fruity and his uncle headed toward the Immortal Cave, where Fruity would spend days, weeks, months, and even years training. The cave was special, with a formation that gathered the most concentrated form of spiritual energy in the area. It was the perfect place for deep cultivation.When they arrived, Fruity bid his uncle farewell and stepped inside the cave. He wasted no time and immediately began training, sitting down and using the technique his uncle had taught him. The spiritual Qi in the cave flowed naturally toward him, making it easier for him to focus and gather energy.Days turned into weeks as Fruity stayed in the cave, cultivating without stopping. After the first week, he felt his strength gradually increase. By the end of the third week, however, he encountered a problem.There was something inside him blocking his progress. He remembered what his uncle had said: this was the barrier to the next realm of cultivation. His uncle had told him

On a large bed big enough to fit a dozen adults with space left over to accommodate even more, a young man with skin so pale that white seemed dark by comparison was sleeping peacefully. His head rested on a broad, soft lap. A bandage was wrapped around his chest as if holding something to a wound.On one side of him sat a silver-haired young lady, her face streaked with tear marks. It was clear she'd been crying for a long time. On the other side, a dark-haired young lady clutching one of the young man's arms, her own tears still flowing'Just below the bed, another stunning lady sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her face, too, was marked by tears. However, she looks calmer and more straight-headed.The room was filled with people—mostly women, but some dudes as well. What are they even doing there? It would have been great if only the ladies were there. Either way, they were present. They all looked sad, but none of them had any tear marks, they are dudes after all.

hen Klaus and his mother returned to the room, he noticed that Danny and his other male friends were not there. This made him smile slightly. Clearly, his friends were men of culture. He looked around the room, his smile lingering. Then his eyes landed on Hanna.As soon as they did, memories of a young woman who had ignited her soul to buy time for his mother and him when they were being chased by the ten masked figures flooded back. That young woman looked just like Hanna, though a bit more mature.But she still looked like Hanna. In his memories as Fruity, he learned that this woman had been his mother's close friend, protector, and even his babysitter. They had been very close.Her name back then was Haniva, and she used a bow, just like Hanna. Klaus recalled how close they had all been—him, his mother, and Haniva. He knew Haniva never loved anyone besides his mother and had been deeply loyal. So, seeing someone who looked just like her standing there stirred emotions in Klaus that

Klaus couldn't help but admire the stunning figure sprawled out on the bed. It was just too tempting to overlook. Lucy had her hands covering her face and her legs pressed together, lying flat on the bed. The only thing Klaus could see was her perfectly shaped breasts, with pink nipples standing at attention.The light in the room caught a glimpse of some moisture around her lower area, making it clear she was aroused. Klaus took a moment to appreciate her beauty before leaning down to kiss her neck.As soon as his lips met her skin, Lucy shivered. He didn't hold back, continuing to kiss and nibble at her neck while his left hand found its way to her breasts, gently massaging them.Lucy let out a soft moan, keeping her voice down as Klaus kept his rhythm. Soon, her breasts were all around his face as he kissed between them, and he began to suck on them.He spent some time sucking on her nipples, making Lucy's moans grow louder, but Klaus didn't pay attention to that. He just continued

As Klaus lay back, catching his breath, he couldn't help but admire Lucy. She was more than just beautiful—she was everything. He wasn't the same after he got back from the dead. It's like he has grown overnight, making him more perceptive.'She's incredible,' he thought, his gaze softening as he watched her. But just as he was lost in his thoughts, admiring her sinful body, a voice echoed in his mind.'He is incredible. I would've killed myself if he hadn't woken up,' the voice whispered.Startled, Klaus blinked. It wasn't his own thought. It was Lucy's voice. His eyes widened in shock."Lucy, what did you just say?" Klaus asked, lifting his head to look at her resting on his chest."What? I... I didn't say anything," Lucy stammered, her face growing pale. She had just thought to herself how she might've killed herself if Klaus hadn't survived the assassination attempt."Klaus," her voice cracked as her eyes filled with tears."It's okay. Don't think like that," Klaus said gently. "I