"Crash!" The sharpest part of Chen Yuting's crystal shoe emerged with force—so powerful that it had taken both of them a long time to build up that strength. "Ah!" Huang Mao's dagger landed with a sound of distress. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the tip of Chen Yuting's shoe, driven by the sharp nail, had pierced Huang Mao's eye, causing him to bleed profusely. The passion within Gao Liang surged. With a powerful kick, he nearly sent the steel pipe of the yellow-haired young man flying—clearly, Gao Liang’s strength had awakened. The yellow-haired man’s large axe came swinging, and Gao Liang dodged just in time, narrowly missing Chen Yuting’s head. As he ducked, his body contracted and his head lowered, precisely landing on a damp, soft, flowing thing. The two looked at each other—wow! They were kissing. Chen Yuting blushed deeply, yet the yellow-haired man’s axe arrived just then, forcing Gao Liang to dodge again, and in the midst of the chaos, they ended up kissing once more. Gao Liang and Chen Yuting felt something unusual. Beyond the delightful sensation of kissing, they both sensed a true energy flowing into their bodies from the other. This energy—only Gao Liang recognized it—was the complementary, dual cultivation energy between male and female. Zhou Chao absorbed essence from Hu Mijing, nourishing yin and strengthening yang, which elevated his aquatic ability to a new level—this was a model of mutual cultivation between man and woman. Yet, while Zhou Chao’s ability followed a "devilish" path, his own approach was more aligned with a "divine" one. The divine path of mutual cultivation benefits both parties; even an unintentional kiss at a critical moment can trigger bodily transformations, delivering greater beneficial energy to both. High Light had always possessed this concept of mutual cultivation, merely never putting it into practice—this time, however, he had done so unexpectedly. High Light received his first kiss from Chen Yuting, and in return, Chen Yuting received the yang energy from High Light’s virgin body. As their yin and yang energies converged, both felt a tremendous surge of vitality. Physically, High Light noticed not only a tenfold increase in his attack power but also an 80% improvement in agility. Together, Chen Yuting and High Light launched coordinated attacks. "Ah! Ooh!" Chen Yuting’s pointed toe kicked Huang Mao’s penis right through, and the sensation of his life force being struck—how painful it must have been—was unmistakable. Huang Mao immediately dropped to his knees, eyes wide open, stunned, trembling. Chen Yuting exhaled in relief. Thanks to her brisk morning run, otherwise she’d have been humiliated by this rough guy and how could she face Gao Liang! Gao Liang also stepped in, even more forceful and precise. "Crack!" A palm strike, sharp as a keen blade, sliced through the air and landed solidly on Huang Mao’s left cheek. "Crack!" Another palm strike followed, this time on his right cheek. Instantly, Huang Mao’s face swelled up, puffing out like a balloon. At that moment, Huang Mao’s younger brother came charging in with a steel pipe. Gao Liang smiled calmly and effortlessly snatched the pipe. With just a pull and a push, he sent the younger brother flying ten meters away—crashing hard into a solid iron pillar, head bleeding and dazed. "Big boss! Big boss!" Huang Mao immediately knelt down, bowing deeply to both Gao Liang and Chen Yuting "Yellow-haired guy and his younger brother were pleading desperately. Chen Yuting, who couldn't bear to see anyone begging, instantly softened and signaled for Gao Liang, who was holding his huge fist, to let them go. As Gao Liang hesitated to lower his fist, he suddenly felt sharp pain in his eyes, and everything went black—what on earth? I can't see anything now! Ah! It must be Zhou Chao using his hydrokinetic ability to remotely control me. That ghostly water sphere still lingering in my eyes is causing disturbances—without a doubt, Zhang Yaping is now in serious danger. Gao Liang lost focus for a moment and stumbled. Taking advantage of that, Yellow-haired guy and his younger brother launched a fierce attack. Yellow-haired guy picked up a nearby stool and struck Gao Liang hard on the head. Though Gao Liang couldn't see due to the pain, he immediately lifted Chen Yuting high above his head and said to her, 'Take my place as my eyes—help me find my way!' 'Liang! Hurry! Move to the front—get out of the way now!' The highlight immediately showcased the authentic Kung Fu from Shaolin Temple, skillfully dodging the attacks. Though not as powerful as before, he now radiated a vibrant energy and an indescribable strength, fueled by his kiss and mutual cultivation with Chen Yuting. He elegantly evaded the assault, yet Huang Mao and his younger brother launched a furious counterattack, wielding a large axe and a steel pipe in tandem—facing him from both sides, closing in from left and right. With both of them striking simultaneously, it became clear: there was no room for escape. "Yuting! Hurry, rub my eyes! Hurry!" Chen Yuting immediately began massaging high-light's eyes. Under the gentle pressure of Chen Yuting's delicate hands, High-light's pain eased. Yet, despite the relief, his vision remained blurred. "It's over! I can't see anything anymore!" High-light expressed deep sorrow, and Chen Yuting felt equally saddened. At that moment, High-light suddenly sensed a soft, invisible hand gently massaging his eyes—quite different from Chen Yuting's touch. This sensation felt so familiar! At the same time, a subtle force seeped from the eyes into his body, instantly clearing his mind and sharpening his senses—his vision became vivid and his hearing acute. It was Ying'er! It was Ying'er! High Light felt a surge of joy. Thanks to Ying'er's exquisite hands and the infusion of her 3,000-year-old spiritual energy, High Light's eyes no longer ached—he could now see clearly. After narrowly evading the relentless attacks of the great cleaver and steel pipe, High Light truly came alive. "Yingting, let's try the dual cultivation again!" Under High Light's guidance, Chen Yuting responded seamlessly, firmly holding onto this steel-willed warrior. The perfect pairing of beauty and strength stirred even greater resentment in Huang Mao and his young companions, who charged at High Light and Chen Yuting without hesitation. Chen Yuting, still uncertain, trembled slightly and instinctively turned her head to avoid the assault—she landed with a soft thud, her graceful lips brushing against High Light's face, while High Light himself was also dodging. With a slight shift, their lips once again came together. Chen Yuting was stunned, while Gao Liang embraced her and began passionately kissing her. Chen Yuting couldn't push him away—Gao Liang's kisses were so intense. Through the fervent kisses, Gao Liang transmitted his inner energy into Chen Yuting's body. As she was kissed, Chen Yuting felt as sweet, refreshing, and smooth as if she had taken a piece of watermelon frost throat lozenge. A wonderful sensation spread throughout her body, relaxing her completely.