My Arms Can Turn into Blades-Chapter 196 - 165: Illusion Soul_2

As for its function... it's simple, to mimic the techniques and authority abilities he has witnessed.

For example.

Lu Hao's 'Invisible Blade', a technique he wasn't quite adept at and released with utmost slowness. Now, with the 'Illusion Soul', he can mimic it more precisely and quickly.

The specific power and speed depend on his proficiency, the capacity of the spirit within, and... the limit of pain he can endure.

"..."

Chen Lusi slowly raised his hand.

And behind him, the shadow followed suit, raising its hand.

In the air.

An uncatchable blade formed.

What followed was a strong, piercing pain as if the soul itself was being stirred.

Chen Lusi immediately put down his hand, halting the technique, and looked at the shadow that mirrored his actions.

...That's the price.

And this was just a single blade.

Thinking of this, Chen Lusi couldn't help but glance at the phone fallen on the ground, remembering the video he had just seen.

Theoretically, he could indeed mimic Xia Yue's 'Composite Technique', whose name he still didn't know.

But Chen Lusi didn't think he could really achieve it since he didn't have enough spirit capacity. It's different from what's on the video.

Besides, all he remembered feeling was rage at the time, with no recollection of any pain.

Additionally, at that time, his shadow was fully standing.

And now, his shadow still remained, merely having a segment peeled off and stood up from the ground.

...Is it different?

Or was there some external force at that time? Something that helped him bear some of the burden?

With this in mind, Chen Lusi suddenly realized something and tentatively called out, "Lan?"

No response.

No little girl in a white dress appeared beside him.

"..."

Chen Lusi sighed, stood up from the ground, and dispersed the humanoid shadow that had arisen.

The shadow, like liquid, plunged into the ground, dissolved, and returned to its normal form.

Witnessing this, Chen Lusi leaned back, returned to the sofa, rested his hand on his forehead, and gazed at the ceiling.

Another thing he couldn't understand.

Still, no one gave him any answers.

Why is it different from the video...

Wait...

Chen Lusi raised his hand from his forehead, paused for a moment, and activated the 'Slashing' authority.

Flesh twisted.

The blade reappeared.

Obviously, he succeeded.

He hadn't realized it just now, but seeing the thin blade composed of flesh brought him back to his senses.

What could this be?

Is this... a double authority ability?

Is that normal?

Chen Lusi silently looked at his own arm, uncertain... He hadn't solved one mystery before facing another.

While this new 'Illusion Soul' authority opened more development paths for him.

Yet it also brought more problems.

Making him wonder... Is it really okay to keep practicing like this?

Click—

Suddenly.

A soft sound of a door opening ensued.

Chen Lusi immediately let the twisted flesh on his arm return to normal, gathered his thoughts, and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

The two sisters walked out of the bathroom, entering the living room, their smooth and soft camisoles outlining their curvaceous figures, with their long, jet-black hair still wet, and their jade-like cheeks dotted with drops of water, fresh and charming.

Beneath the nightwear, their rounded, long, and snow-white legs stepped on sandals, glaringly white.

The two sisters now resembled each other more, especially since their nightwear was identical.

Yet, there were differences, so it wasn't impossible to identify them.

"Why's your face so pale?"

Lin Ying noticed right away that Chen Lusi's face seemed a bit off as soon as she came out.

"It's nothing." Chen Lusi thought for a moment, looked to the side at Lin Wan, and said nothing more.

Noticing Chen Lusi's gaze, Lin Wan gently moved her damp hair, then took a step forward, "Sis..."

But halfway through speaking.

She called herself on her sister, only to change her address, "Chen Lusi, help me dry my hair."

Chen Lusi found it a bit odd, but before he could say anything.

"I'll help you dry your hair, you go take a bath, and I'll cook later."

Lin Ying proactively spoke and then pulled her sister back into the room.

Chen Lusi: "..."

He watched the two sisters walk into the room, found it strange but didn't dwell on it, instead standing up to find his clothes and heading into the bathroom.

Half an hour later.

Chen Lusi walked out of the bathroom.

The two sisters were already in the kitchen.

Before long, the meal was ready. After the three finished eating, Lin Wan was ushered back to her room by her sister.

Told to get a good rest.

"What's with her?"

Chen Lusi watched Lin Wan leave, cleaning up the dishes while glancing at Lin Ying, whose hair still had a trace of dampness, and asked.

During the meal, Lin Wan seemed to hesitate constantly, calling out for her sister one moment, then calling Chen Lusi the next, unclear what she was up to.

"I told her not to call you brother-in-law when I was showering."

Lin Ying turned back; her captivating face still carried a faint blush from the recent bath, "I want her to be a bit more mindful, but she might not change right away."

"Got it."

Thinking of what he had mentioned to Lin Ying before, Chen Lusi nodded, then placed the dishes into the dishwasher, "So I'll move back to my apartment tomorrow since you're back; there's no special need for me to take care of anything."

Actually, one reason for his earlier departure was also related to Lin Wan growing up.

No matter how close, he wasn't their real family after all.

Some things are indeed not quite suitable.

"No need."

Lin Ying paused, then immediately replied, "No need to move; I'll keep an eye on her."

Chen Lusi did not respond.

"... Help me dry my hair."

Lin Ying seemed to know Chen Lusi had made up his mind; after a moment of silence, she suddenly took his hand, leading him toward the sofa.

Unwillingly, Chen Lusi said, "You can dry your sister's hair, but not your own?"

"I'm used to it."

"Lin Wan is used to it as well."

"She needs to adapt; I don't."

"Do you want to say that in front of her?"

"..."

By the sofa, Lin Ying slowly turned around, facing Chen Lusi.

Although many of the women Chen Lusi had met recently were exceedingly pretty.

He still found few could compare with Lin Ying; maybe due to prolonged company or something else...

Even now, her captivating and stunning face, the slightly floating black hair, crystal-clear delicate skin, dressed in a casual home nightgown, still held unparalleled allure.

"I need to maintain the older sister's authority in front of her, not in front of you."

With these words, Lin Ying sat on the sofa, gently patting the spot beside her.

Chen Lusi had no choice but to go find the hairdryer.

Soon.

Woo-woo—

The sound of the hairdryer resounded in the living room.

Lin Ying faced Chen Lusi, resting her white chin on his shoulder, practically leaning against him entirely.

As he flipped her long hair, Chen Lusi helplessly remarked, "Can't you even sit up straight now?"

"We've done this while drying hair before."

Lin Ying curled her slender legs, lazily replying, "This way, my neck hurts less."

Chen Lusi stayed silent.

Ever since they were young, her excuses seemed remarkably consistent... They did it before, so they should keep doing it.

He had been fooled many times.

Diverting the conversation, Chen Lusi asked, "Did you return because of the defection incident?"

"Yes."

Lin Ying nodded, "But I skipped work because you hadn't woken up."

After a brief pause, Chen Lusi didn't comment.

He had no standing to advise her.

Receiving no response, Lin Ying stopped speaking, but her hands reached under his arms, playing with his long hair, again and again.

Observing that she moved closer and almost clung to each other, he was about to say something.

Lin Ying stopped her hands and suddenly hugged him tightly, whispering:

"Chen Lusi, thank you."

"..."

Feeling the soft, supple body pressing against him, Chen Lusi stiffened slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed any other thoughts and asked, "Thank me for what?"

Lin Ying lifted her head slightly, her warm cheeks brushing against his neck, "Thank you for protecting Lin Wan."