135: Chapter 135 Why did you have to lean against the wall to get out?

Noon of the second day.

Mo Yufei shuffled out of the bedroom, one hand leaning against the wall and the other supporting his waist.

His footsteps were unsteady and drifting; with every step he took, his body couldn't help but sway slightly. The abundant and vigorous energy he once possessed had completely collapsed, leaving him looking extremely weak and weary.

In the living room, the TV screen was on, looping a lively aerobics instructional video.

Benboba was lying on the sofa, legs crossed, watching with great interest.

From time to time, he would lift his slender claws to clumsily imitate the stretching movements in the video, looking both comical and playful, completely at ease.

This relaxed and comfortable atmosphere came to an abrupt halt the moment he looked up and caught a glimpse of a figure in the hallway.

Benboba's pupils constricted suddenly, and his fur stood on end immediately.

A crisp, sharp cry rang out, suddenly rising in pitch, filled with shock and mockery, breaking the original tranquility of the living room.

"Boss! What happened to you? How did you end up like this?"

He fluttered up and down, his gaze locked tightly onto Mo Yufei's pale and weak appearance, shouting more and more exaggeratedly the longer he looked.

"Look at your face, it's as white as paper, and your footsteps are so weak you're about to fall over. Could it be that those ten beauties from last night ganged up and beat you?"

Benboba flapped his wings, revealing his shoulder muscles, "Daring to hit my boss? I'll make them taste my fists!"

Mo Yufei waved a hand at Benboba, ignoring him, and walked toward the sofa, muttering, "No way! I've already reached the Golden Core stage, how could I still be like this? It was only 30 times!"

The aerobics music on the TV continued to play, but Benboba had long since lost all interest, his entire attention focused on the poorly-conditioned Mo Yufei.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're drained! Completely squeezed dry, you've finally learned your lesson, right!"

Facing Benboba's incessant teasing, Mo Yufei simply didn't have the energy to retort.

His whole body was sore and weak; he slowly shuffled to the side of the sofa, let his body sink, and collapsed heavily onto it.

The soft sofa cushions instantly supported him firmly, and he sank deep into them, his limbs dangling loosely, looking completely exhausted and drained of strength.

Just then, the bedroom doors were opened one after another.

Ten women, each with distinct temperaments and appearances, walked out slowly in succession.

A-Ling, who was in the lead, looked at the weak, disheveled, and haggard Mo Yufei on the sofa and spoke softly and slowly.

"We warned you repeatedly last night."

"If your body can't take it, rest properly. If you're tired, stop in time; there's no need to force yourself."

"If you aren't in good condition, there's no need to force yourself."

She shook her head gently, her tone filled with helpless reproach.

"But you insisted on not listening at the time, being very stubborn."

"You insisted that a man can never say he can't, stubbornly forcing yourself to carry on, and no one could persuade you otherwise."

"Now, being like this is just the result of your own insistence on showing off."

Benboba, listening from the side, nodded repeatedly and immediately took over the conversation, chattering away as he continued to tease.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that! They already warned you, it was you who insisted on forcing it! If you can't, you can't; why show off!"

"Now look, you've crippled yourself from overexertion, you're so weak now, let's see if you dare to show off recklessly in the future!"

The grating teasing rang incessantly in his ears. Mo Yufei, leaning on the sofa, endured his overall soreness and fatigue, raised a hand with difficulty, and interrupted Benboba's endless nagging.

Mo Yufei felt he could still make an excuse and said, "Stop talking nonsense; it's definitely not that I can't."

"Me ending up like this has nothing to do with showing off."

Mo Yufei pretended to be gnashing his teeth and said, word by word, "It must be that bastard Commander Shi Haidong."

"He used a weapon produced by the System to heavily injure me, which is why I've become like this; it's absolutely not because I'm too weak."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a snowy, light figure quietly darted out from the feet of the crowd.

Xue Rong, whose fur was white as snow, walked to the side of the sofa with small, light steps.

She looked up at the pale and weak Mo Yufei, her amber pupils brightening slightly.

A fine, soft, pale white halo slowly seeped out from the gaps in her soft fur, and a faint, healing glow lingered around the small cat, gentle and pure.

Xue Rong leaped gently and landed lightly on Mo Yufei's chest.

Her small, soft body lay down steadily, her fluffy white fur pressing against his clothes, and a warm, soft sensation slowly spread out.

A continuous stream of soft light flowed out from her limbs and paws, and fine, starlight-like points of light permeated Mo Yufei's flesh, bones, and Divine Soul layer by layer.

In just a few seconds, Mo Yufei's pale cheeks regained their rosy color, his previously exhausted energy fully rebounded, and the heavy, lethargic feeling in his whole body completely dissipated.

Mo Yufei straightened his back, the listless aura around him completely vanished, his energy instantly maxed out, and he fully recovered to his Peak, prime state.

The moment he regained his senses, Mo Yufei lowered his head, his gaze falling on that snowy, soft, little figure.

Xue Rong was curled up lazily in his arms, her amber eyes slightly narrowed after using her healing ability, her fluffy head gently rubbing against his lapel, obedient and gentle.

Mo Yufei raised his hand, his fingertips landing gently on her fluffy, soft white fur, and he tenderly rubbed the little cat's head; the touch was warm and delicate, incredibly soft.

Watching Xue Rong easily heal his heavy injuries and depletion with her own power, a strong thought suddenly arose in the depths of Mo Yufei's heart.

"Wouldn't it be great if I also possessed healing abilities?"

"I wouldn't have to rely on Spirit Beasts to bail me out every time, nor would I be weakened and drained of strength just from one heavy blow of annihilation. If I mastered healing methods myself, no matter how severe the injury, I could repair it myself and calmly handle all crises."

The moment the thought arose, the memories of the Taoyuan Heart Technique deep in his mind surged forth instantly, and the complete cultivation path of the Spirit Transformation Chapter clearly appeared in his mind.

This was a top-tier Cultivation Technique exclusive to contracted Cultivators.

The core Profound Truth of the Spirit Transformation Chapter was the true, meaningful connection of Divine Soul and ability between the Cultivator and their contracted Spirit Beast.

Once mastered, a Cultivator could replicate 100% of all their contracted Spirit Beasts' exclusive Innate Divine Abilities; the Spirit Beasts' secret arts and special abilities could all be used for their own purposes.

But the Cultivation Technique had extremely strict requirements for cultivation.

To begin practicing Spirit Transformation, one's own cultivation must break through to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Not only that, but replicating Spirit Beast abilities was not without cost; every time one used a Spirit Beast's exclusive Innate ability, it required a massive amount of one's own magic power to support it. Those with insufficient cultivation who forced its use would only suffer backlash, damaging their Divine Soul.

Besides that, the most Heaven-Defying trump card of the Spirit Transformation Chapter was the Fusion of Bloodline and Physique.

After a Cultivator broke through to the Nascent Soul Stage and fully comprehended the Spirit Transformation Chapter, they could draw in the Origin Bloodlines of all their contracted Spirit Beasts, fusing them into their own Physical Body and skeleton to completely reshape their Innate Physique.

The Spirit Beasts' talents, Bloodline advantages, and Physical Body resilience would all be superimposed onto the Cultivator, causing their own Physique, recovery ability, explosive power, and Divine Soul capacity to skyrocket exponentially.