Chapter 8: Personal Guards—Fu Junyu, Tang Xiang, the Lolita and the Royal Sister
Inside the basement training chamber, the atmosphere buzzed with tension and disbelief.
Fu Junyu and Tang Xiang—Shen Tian's two most trusted personal guards—had just breathed a sigh of relief after confirming his safety.
But the moment his calm voice echoed in the room, they froze.
"Two hundred and two thousand kilograms," Shen Tian said lightly, almost as if he were commenting on the weather.
The women's eyes widened in shock.
"What?! Two hundred and two thousand?!"
Their red lips formed a perfect "O", and their elegant faces paled with disbelief.
After all, they had been by Shen Tian's side for over three years—training with him, guarding him, watching him grow.
They knew every nuance of his strength. Or at least, they thought they did.
Even Xu Xin and Liu Ting, those two clingy girls who always hovered around Shen Tian like bees to honey, didn't understand him as deeply as Fu Junyu and Tang Xiang did.
"Impossible..." Tang Xiang whispered, stunned.
But before she could finish her sentence, a violent burst of thunder surged around Shen Tian's body.
Sparks danced over his skin like lightning chains, and in the next second, he disappeared with a crack of air.
Boom!
The entire basement trembled as Shen Tian slammed his fist into the dynamometer once more. The numbers jumped.
203,000 kg.
The two women were stunned into silence.
Just a few days ago, his punch was barely 28,000 kg—an Intermediate General level.
Even with his Nine-Layer Thunder Blade at the fourth level, his explosive strength had only peaked at 98,000 kg. And now… it had more than doubled?
Tang Xiang and Fu Junyu stared at the display as if it were some kind of illusion. Yet reality was clear and brutal.
Shen Tian was no longer the same person they had known.
Then came his speed test.
Shen Tian's figure blurred like a mirage as he dashed forward.
Without using any technique, his base speed hit 300 meters per second—dangerously close to breaking the sound barrier.
When he activated the Thunder Blade Movement Technique:
Flowing Light, his speed spiked to 560 meters per second, enough to rival even mid-level War Gods.
"How did this happen…?" Fu Junyu murmured.
Could it be some rare elixir? Chalcedony essence? Dragon's blood?
Impossible. They had been with him constantly—nothing had changed.
Which meant something must've happened recently, something they didn't know. Something powerful enough to awaken this monstrous transformation.
Their expressions tightened. Shen Tian wasn't just a valued student.
He was like a son to Tang Qin and Jiang Fang—his benefactors, his mentors, his protectors.
If something had happened to him without their knowledge, they'd never forgive themselves.
Without thinking, the two women stepped forward and grabbed his arms.
"Shen Tian, are you hurt anywhere?" Tang Xiang asked.
Fu Junyu's fingers ran across his chest, checking his pulse, inspecting his muscles.
Shen Tian blinked, speechless, as the two beautiful women began examining him like panicked doctors.
Their soft hands roamed across his chest, shoulders, abdomen, even down his thighs. He stood still, letting them touch him, his expression torn between amusement and arousal.
The scent of their perfume—soft, elegant, and feminine—rose to his nostrils.
Tang Xiang's royal grace and Fu Junyu's youthful innocence blended into a dangerously intoxicating mix.
His heart began to beat faster. His blood surged.
He was still a man, after all.
The two women seemed to realize something was wrong.
A blush crept onto their cheeks, and their movements froze. They glanced at each other awkwardly and tried to step back.
But they didn't get far.
Before they could pull away, Shen Tian's strong arms suddenly wrapped around both of their slender waists.
His grip was gentle but unbreakable, like a steel embrace soaked in warmth.
"W-What are you doing?" Tang Xiang gasped.
"You say no, but your body is being honest," Shen Tian whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I've waited too long to let you run away again."
Tang Xiang's face went scarlet. Her legs weakened instantly.
The timbre of his voice, the warmth of his hand—it was all too much.
"You… nonsense…"
Before she could protest further, Shen Tian lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss.
Bang!
Tang Xiang's mind went blank.
All thoughts dissolved in that instant, her world reduced to the heat of his mouth and the strength of his hold.
She stared up at him, her beautiful eyes wide in helpless wonder.
Meanwhile, Fu Junyu, the adorable little loli, buried her red face in Shen Tian's chest.
But she couldn't help sneaking glances upward, her large eyes shimmering with complex emotions.
He feels different, she thought. Stronger. Wilder. More… captivating.
There was something about Shen Tian now—a magnetic pull, an invisible pressure—that made her want to cling to him forever.
She didn't know when it started, but her heart had already begun to beat in rhythm with his.
Shen Tian, unaware of her inner struggle, was about to go further when—
Grrrrr—
His stomach suddenly let out a monstrous growl.
"…Shit," he muttered, freezing.
An intense hunger assaulted him like a tidal wave. Not just ordinary hunger—it felt like his body was devouring itself from the inside out.
The effects of his evolved bloodline and increased gene density were demanding a terrifying amount of energy.
"What's wrong?" Tang Xiang asked, concerned.
"H-Hungry," Shen Tian said bitterly, his arms loosening. "Just when things were finally getting good..."
The girls blinked, then burst into soft laughter. Their eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of frustration.
"You're such a tease…" Tang Xiang pouted, smacking his chest lightly.
"You better feed yourself before you pass out on top of us," Fu Junyu added, still blushing.
With a sigh, Shen Tian walked over to the freezer near the training room wall.