98: Chapter 98 Dual Cultivation Feedback: Shen Wanxing's Legs Are No Longer Weak...

Jiang Yanxue slowed the vehicle down to one hundred and twenty.

For the Ghost Fortress, this was practically a stroll.

The commotion on the second floor had started two hours ago and only just quieted down.

The material of the c-rank mental soothing bed was military-grade memory foam with extreme pressure resistance, but two continuous hours of vibration had rendered the acoustic insulation of the levitation pod useless.

Jiang Yanxue gripped the control stick, her dark red pupils staring at the pitch-black wasteland horizon ahead, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Shen Wanbing sat in the passenger seat, the blue light from her necklace outputting steadily, her expression as calm as ever.

However, the thumb she had pressed against the necklace pendant had changed positions seven times over the past two hours.

Blood Rose curled up in the corner of the sofa, finishing her sixth energy bar, clutching a handful of aluminum foil wrappers.

She glanced at the ceiling from time to time, her wine-red curly hair covering half her face to hide the touch of schadenfreude at the corners of her mouth.

Qin Hongye had been lying at the second-floor sniper window the entire time, watching the wasteland through her scope.

Two clumps of cotton torn from the first-aid kit were stuffed into her ears.

Su Xiaoqi sat on the floor, holding a piece of roasted pork chop, chewing with a loud crunch.

Midway through, she had asked once why "the fight upstairs hasn't finished yet," only to have her mouth stuffed with a piece of chocolate by Jiang Yanxue.

Now.

The second floor was finally quiet.

It remained quiet for about three minutes.

Footsteps came from the top of the stairs.

Two people.

Chen Chen was the first to come down.

The sleeves of his dark gray tactical long-sleeve shirt were rolled up to his forearms, and his hair was a bit messy, but his spirit showed no signs of depletion.

The advantage of having a constitution over a hundred points in such matters could be called: Thirteen Rounds in One Night!

Behind him followed Shen Wanxing—

Jiang Yanxue's hand slipped slightly on the control stick.

Shen Wanbing turned her head.

The energy bar in Blood Rose's mouth almost fell out.

Shen Wanxing was wearing those nude pink high heels, her hair was loose, and her silver sequined evening gown was crumpled; she looked soft and limp from head to toe, as if she had been overexerted.

But she was smiling.

A silly, irrepressible smile that bubbled up from the bottom of her heart.

Her cheeks were rosy, her light amber pupils were frighteningly bright, and even her walk had a light, airy quality to it—despite the seven-centimeter heels, she managed to walk with a bouncy, skipping rhythm.

Two hours.

And she could still skip after coming down.

Jiang Yanxue's eyebrows knit together.

Something was wrong.

According to her experience—and her own personal physical realization—after being tossed around by someone with Chen Chen's stamina for two hours, being able to walk down the stairs on one's own would be considered made of iron.

Last time, she had stayed on the second floor for less than forty minutes, and when she came down, her legs were shaking so much she had to hold the railing to keep from falling.

Shen Wanbing also noticed the anomaly.

Her Radar Talent swept through Shen Wanxing's bodily data at low power, and her fingers tapped twice on her necklace.

"Your constitution—"

Shen Wanbing's voice paused.

Shen Wanxing leaned against the pillar at the bottom of the stairs, finally kicking off one high heel and stepping on the metal floor with a bare foot, her toes curling comfortably.

"Sister, I think I've become stronger."

Shen Wanbing didn't reply but scanned her again.

The data was correct.

Shen Wanxing's constitution attribute—had jumped directly from the original ten points to nineteen points.

It had increased by nine points in one go.

"How did you do it?" Jiang Yanxue let go of the control stick, turned around, and stared at Shen Wanxing with crossed arms.

Shen Wanxing's face turned even redder, but her mouth didn't stop.

"Chen Chen said he unlocked a new function. By spending time with me in the vehicle, his luck can increase, and then my constitution can increase too..."

She counted on her fingers.

"The first time it went up by three points, the second time it went up by another three, and the third time was still three points."

The cabin fell silent for four seconds.

"You mean," Jiang Yanxue said, emphasizing every word, "you guys did it three times, and you gained nine points of constitution."

Shen Wanxing buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled: "Mhm..."

Blood Rose sat up straight.

Her SS-rank Succubus Poison Body relied on draining the opponent's vitality to maintain itself.

As it turned out, with Chen Chen—

It was the opposite.

Sleeping together didn't just avoid losing health; it actually increased attributes.

And it was an increase for both parties.

"He increases your constitution, so what do you increase for him?" Blood Rose's mind worked quickly.

"luck." Shen Wanxing peeked out with one eye through the gaps in her fingers. "He said my luck value is higher than his, so each time I can feedback two percent of my luck attribute to him..."

Jiang Yanxue looked back at Chen Chen.

Chen Chen was leaning against the kitchen partition, pulling ingredients out of his silver-grade storage ring.

roasted rhino meat, energy bars, and pre-apocalypse instant coffee were laid out one by one on the folding table.

His expression was very calm.

Too calm.

"So," Jiang Yanxue walked over, her voice kept very low, "you're a walking attribute power bank now? Anyone who sleeps with you once can increase their constitution?"

Chen Chen tore open a packet of instant coffee: "It requires 'deep physical contact'."

"Isn't that just—"

"You understood correctly."

Jiang Yanxue was silent for two seconds.

She looked down at her own hands.

Then she looked at Chen Chen, and then at the stairs.

"...Whose turn is it tonight?"

"Get in line." Chen Chen poured hot water into the cup and stirred it twice.

"There's a daily limit of three times. Today's limit is used up."

"All three times were given to Shen Wanxing?"

"She has the highest luck value. The feedback efficiency is maximized."

Jiang Yanxue's mouth twitched.

She understood the logic.

But the logic of "prioritizing you for bed because your luck value is the highest" sounded absolutely ridiculous.

Shen Wanbing stood up from the command console and walked to the folding table.

She didn't ask about the affixes.

"How much did your luck increase?"

Chen Chen opened the system panel and glanced at it: "Two percent feedback each time, three times, a total increase of about 4 points. It went from ten to fourteen."

Shen Wanbing nodded.

For something like luck value, every single point of improvement is significant when the base is low.

From ten to fourteen, the critical hit probability and the returns from random events would see subtle changes.

"Then Shen Wanxing's nine-point constitution gain was a one-way output from you?"

"My constitution is higher than hers. It automatically transfers during contact, strengthening her attributes. Three times, three points each."

Shen Wanbing's finger tapped lightly on the tabletop.

Chen Chen's constitution was one hundred and seven.

The combined constitution of all the women in the vehicle wasn't even a third of his.

This meant that as long as the affix was triggered, he could indiscriminately increase the constitution of any woman.

Conversely, only an attribute higher than Chen Chen's could provide feedback to him.

Of the six women in the vehicle, those who could exceed Chen Chen in a certain attribute were—

Shen Wanxing's luck value, seventy.

Su Xiaoqi's short-term burst constitution when Gluttony Evolution was running at full power might also be enough.

The others?

Shen Wanbing looked down at her own attribute panel.

Her Mental Power was indeed not low due to the long-term use of Radar Talent, but compared to Chen Chen's Mental Power of eighty-one—

It was still far off.

"When will my Mental Power catch up to yours?" Shen Wanbing spoke.

"Hard to say."

Chen Chen took a sip of coffee. "If you keep practicing Radar and dump your free attribute points into Mental Power, you should reach ninety before I do."

Shen Wanbing's eyelashes fluttered.

The implication was—once her Mental Power exceeded Chen Chen's, she could also bring feedback to him.