Nowadays, Zhu Haomiao figures that his height should have broken through 180+, and he can finally ’look down’ upon Senior Sister Ye completely! However, he might still be a bit short of Li Cang’s 188, at most on eye level with him... As for the strange yet harmonious figure of Teacher Su E, he’s even further behind... Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao couldn’t help but sigh regretfully. The revolution is not yet successful, comrades still need to strive! Quickly tossing this little interlude aside, Zhu Haomiao focused on the Six-dimensional Attributes in the Book of Black. The illusory power completely transformed into reality; flexing his fists, Zhu Haomiao softly moved his limbs. In an instant, the muscle fibers all over his body seemed to morph and bulge like steel wires, forming distinctly angular muscles, resembling plate armor. With every gesture and movement, despite not having a particularly burly physique, he exuded a beast-like aura of danger, as if every casual action bore lethal threat. In fact, with his current Strength attribute as high as 21 points, he was already indistinguishable from a humanoid beast in the real world. If he’s not careful about controlling his strength, he might inadvertently crush a mortal to death with ease. Frowning slightly, Zhu Haomiao took a deep breath, using Divine Thought to control the restless flesh and blood, the aggressive sense of oppression slowly dissipating, replaced by a slender, elegant, lazy celestial aura. As Zhu Haomiao adapted to and became familiar with the suddenly transformed spirit and body, familiar footsteps were heard from outside the door. Accompanied by the heavy smart door opening, two silhouettes filed in. "Eh? Shui! You actually got back before us?!" Ye Wan Ning’s eyes widened, and she looked him up and down with some surprise. The group had previously agreed to return and rest together, but due to the difference in Dao Heart, Zhu Haomiao had to undergo two or three rounds of cultivation to synchronize with them. Therefore, he was always a few hours behind them! How did he manage to get home before them this time? "I’ve been back for a few days already." "Huh? Why? Weren’t you quite busy before? Did you finish dealing with the matters in the Illusion Realm?" Ye Wan Ning walked up to him, tilting her head, curiously scrutinizing him. On the other side, Zhu Haomiao sighed. Li Cang walked to the bar, poured a glass of water, took a sip, and gave him a puzzled look. "Finished? Can matters in the Illusion Realm even be finished?" "Hmm, to be precise, it’s Ascended." Hearing the boy’s nonchalant words, Li Cang paused, turning stiffly, wanting to look for signs of joking in his expression. Meanwhile, a flash of realization crossed Ye Wan Ning’s eyes as she paced around Zhu Haomiao, her eyes sparkling. "No wonder I always felt something was off about you!" Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao blinked with interest, staring into her watery, charming eyes. With one hand crossing her chest, Ye Wan Ning pretended to adjust non-existent glasses on her nose bridge, her gaze sharp in mockery. "I can’t quite say, but my intuition tells me, you’re quite off!" His sight involuntarily drawn down to Ye Wan Ning’s impressive bust, Zhu Haomiao frowned in slight pain. With Se Se reaching LV.4, his eyes began developing a mind of their own again... No, he needed a way to hone his Dao Heart; only by pressing down on the Original Sin can he pursue forward without reservation. While the boy was pondering this, Ye Wan Ning noticed the well-tailored, exquisite black suit he was wearing. Whether it was the width of the shoulders, the chest’s fullness, or the waist’s tightening, it all perfectly outlined the boy’s near-perfect physique. When did I buy him this suit? These long legs are almost rivaling Cangcang’s... Her breath halted, a chilling thought surfaced in Ye Wan Ning’s mind. "Did you grow taller again?!" "Stand straight, let me compare!" Standing close to Zhu Haomiao, Ye Wan Ning placed her hand on her head, comparing their heights, and instantly erupted in a blood-curdling wail. "I could excuse someone like Cangcang being a stick insect, but you, a little bean sprout, how can you be taller than me!!" Watching Ye Wan Ning collapse onto the sofa in despair, Zhu Haomiao turned to look at the dangerous-eyed beauty who had just placed down the water cup slowly. "She called you a stick insect." Glancing at Li Cang’s incredibly proportioned long legs, Zhu Haomiao nodded solemnly. "Honestly, it’s quite fitting." "Do you want to die too?" The blade-like gaze swept across his neck, and Zhu Haomiao shrank back, unable to help but avert his sight. In the next instant, a shriek resounded in his ear. "Aoww!! Shui, save me!" Only then did Ye Wan Ning realize she had misspoken; she scrambled over to Zhu Haomiao, shielding herself from Li Cang with the black-clad boy between them. "You silly woman! Stop running!" Li Cang was so angry he burst into his native dialect, the two of them dodging around Zhu Haomiao in hectic movements, their bodies tangling, sweet and icy fragrances mingling at his nose. Enwrapped, the boy’s heart pounded uncontrollably, feeling a fiery blaze raging in his chest. "Alright! Stop messing around!" With precision, he grabbed their wrists, his scorching palms transmitting intense heat, and in an instant, a warm current surged through them like an electric charge, leaving Ye Wan Ning and Li Cang weak and tingling, their cheeks flushed with two red patches. Slowly releasing a breath of hot air, Zhu Haomiao suppressed the rosy haze swirling in his eyes, nonchalantly changing the subject. "By the way, Senior Sister, I earned lots of Contribution Points this time; give me your Dragon Emblem." As soon as he released their hands, the two of them retracted as if shocked, feeling as if their wrists had been seared by a branding iron. They instinctively rubbed and wiped, their exposed skin turning as red as cooked shrimp. Senior Sister Ye is understandable, but Brother Li, what are you blushing for?! The Authority of Lust isn’t gender-specific. During that brief contact, the slightly uncontrolled desire probably... Before Zhu Haomiao could figure it out, the two were already back to normal, looking at him with astonished eyes. "Supernatural Charming Power... just the unconscious release of such power can affect us, are you some kind of Innate Demon Saint Body?" Faced with Ye Wan Ning’s words, Zhu Haomiao could only remain silent. In some sense, she wasn’t entirely wrong... And he’s even more dangerous than an enchanting demon! On the other side, hearing this, Li Cang appeared wary and fearful, retreating a step silently. Are you serious about stepping back? Even I’m not afraid, so what are you afraid of? In the next moment, realizing that Li Cang might be afraid of being dominated, Zhu Haomiao instantly felt like he’d eaten a fly, his features scrunched up tightly. The worst part was, he couldn’t find a way to explain!