145: Chapter 145 The Iceberg CEO's Uniform Night (Part Two)

Shen Wanbing's Adam's apple bobbed.

She reached behind her and pressed the latch of the cabin door.

Click.

Locked.

The indicator light of the acoustic isolation layer turned green.

Chen Chen's hand swept down from the fourth button.

The sound of the buttons popping open was extremely faint.

The lapels of the shirt slid open.

Those excessively long legs, wrapped in Micro-compression Black Stockings, shimmered softly under the blue glow of the Concentration Bed. When Chen Chen grabbed her ankles, Shen Wanbing's breathing completely faltered.

The high heels were tossed against the cabin wall, making a crisp clatter.

The memory foam sank deeply.

The iceberg face that usually showed no emotion shattered into nothingness before the massive disparity in power.

The knuckles of the billionaire female CEO, who had been frozen for ten thousand years, turned white as she gripped the sheets. Most of the sounds escaping from her thin lips were suppressed by her biting down hard, leaving only intermittent breaths leaking through the gaps of her teeth.

The Micro-compression Black Stockings tore.

The tear spread from the inside of the knee all the way to the root of the thigh.

The system time jumped to midnight.

[Ding! It is midnight; the Daily Settlement has been triggered!]

[Core Talent · Physical Overlimit is being settled...]

[constitution +10! Current constitution: 157!]

[agility +5! Current agility: 73!]

A surge of heat exploded from within Chen Chen's bone marrow.

His body temperature soared.

The temperature of his palms suddenly spiked—transmitted directly to Shen Wanbing's waist.

"Mm—!"

Her back arched, her long jet-black curly hair scattered across the pillow, and the pendant of the concentration ice heart necklace was pressed beneath her collarbone.

All emotional suppression functions were completely deactivated.

The jealousy accumulated over more than ten days, her admiration for the strong, and her desire restrained to the limit—all of it burst through the dam at this moment.

The stern iceberg CEO dug her fingers into Chen Chen's shoulders and back.

[Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation: Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment triggered!]

[Chen Chen constitution 157 → Shen Wanbing constitution 36, difference of 121 points. One-way transmission activated.]

[Shen Wanbing constitution +3! Current constitution: 39!]

[Detected Shen Wanbing Mental Power 92 > Chen Chen Mental Power 88—Feedback condition met!]

[Feedback ratio 4%, Shen Wanbing Mental Power 92 × 4% = 3.68, rounded to 4.]

[Chen Chen Mental Power +4! Current Mental Power: 92!]

Mental energy poured back frantically along their intertwined bodies—vast Mental Power surged from Shen Wanbing's sea of consciousness and rushed into Chen Chen's brain domain.

His temples throbbed twice.

Deep in his mind, a valve that had been tightly closed was pushed open a crack.

The second time.

Shen Wanbing's constitution rose to forty-two, and Chen Chen's Mental Power rose to ninety-six.

The third time—

"No—"

Shen Wanbing's voice was completely broken.

The billionaire leader, who was usually precise and organized in every word, couldn't even piece together two complete syllables now.

"...Too..."

Chen Chen didn't stop.

The moment the third dual cultivation was completed, the system notification sounds were so dense they almost overlapped.

[Shen Wanbing constitution +3! Current constitution: 45!]

[Chen Chen Mental Power +4! Current Mental Power: 100!]

[—Warning! Host Mental Power has broken through the 100-point mark! The brain domain level has undergone a qualitative change!]

One hundred points.

Mental Power surpassed a hundred.

In Chen Chen's mind, that valve that had been pushed open a crack—slammed wide open.

The consciousness space expanded threefold in an instant.

The coverage range, penetration power, and sensing precision of his Mental Power tendrils all underwent a massive leap.

He could even clearly feel the brainwave frequencies of everyone in the fortress, including the anxious fluctuations of Jiang Jiuyou tossing and turning, unable to sleep in the Pilot Tower on the fourth floor.

Simultaneously—

[Detected a drastic change in beauty Karma!]

[Target: Shen Wanbing, bond progress has broken through to Lv.6!]

[Exclusive affixes "All-Seeing Eye / Daily Supply Blind Box" have synchronized evolution to Lv.6!]

[Lv.6 New Effect: The minimum quality of Blind Box products is raised to Gold Grade. The frequency of the "Targeted Selection Blind Box" is increased from once every three days to once every two days, and the selection options have expanded from three to five, which can include S-rank options.]

[Additional beauty affix Passive Evolution: When Shen Wanbing uses her Radar Talent, Mental Power consumption is reduced by 40% (previously 20%). When Shen Wanbing and Chen Chen are in the same vehicle, the Radar detection radius is increased by an additional 30%.]

Chen Chen leaned against the headboard, flipping through the numbers on the panel.

Mental Power at one hundred.

Blind Box guaranteed Gold Grade.

A five-choice-one targeted Blind Box every two days, and it could even yield S-rank.

He looked down at Shen Wanbing beside him.

The billionaire female CEO had completely lost all her dignity.

Her high-end custom shirt was crumpled in a pile next to the pillow, and her Micro-compression Black Stockings were torn over half the way from the knee to the thigh.

Her jet-black curly hair was scattered everywhere, sticking to her sweat-dampened shoulders and collarbone.

That iceberg face that usually controlled thousands of people was flushed down to her ears, and her dark pupils were so unfocused they couldn't fix on his face at all.

The concentration ice heart necklace hung below her collarbone.

"...How much... did your Mental Power... increase..."

Her voice was so raspy she sounded like a completely different person.

"It broke a hundred."

Shen Wanbing's eyelashes fluttered twice.

Even in this state, her precisely functioning brain was still doing the math.

"My Mental Power is ninety-two... fed back to you three times... four percent each time... you rose from eighty-eight to a hundred..."

"Mm."

Shen Wanbing closed her eyes for a second.

"It was worth it."

After saying those four words, she rolled over, her entire body as soft as jelly, lying motionless in the memory foam.

Chen Chen pulled a blanket over her.

He walked to the cabin door and twisted the latch open.

The first-floor cabin.

Seven pairs of eyes—waiting.

Jiang Yanxue's dark red pupils scanned him from head to toe: "Two hours and forty-seven minutes."

Qin Hongye had come down from the fifth floor at some point and was leaning against the weapon rack, the direction of her dark brown pupils clearly a bit off.

Su Xiaoqi was still gnawing on a bone, not even looking up: "Is Sister Bing's throat broken? Her screams sounded so strange just now."

"Just eat."

Four voices spoke in unison.

Chen Chen walked to the command console and sat down, opening the blueprint for the faith deprivation tower on his panel.

An S-rank mental-type building.

Once deployed, it could suppress all mental pollution within a two-kilometer radius and forcibly strip away the faith buff effects of hostile units within range.

Against the fanatical followers of the Bishop of Ashes—this was a nemesis-class weapon.

But the materials needed to build it—one hundred Tier 3 Mental Cores—happened to be the batch that Shen Wanxing had produced with her hundredfold critical hit.

Adding in the processing time of the refinery—

The communicator rang.

Shen Wanbing's voice drifted down from the second floor, so raspy it was almost unrecognizable:

"Don't touch the mental cores... I've already finished reviewing the blueprint parameters... It needs seven hours and thirty minutes to manufacture... Make them all together while we travel during the night..."

Chen Chen raised an eyebrow.

Even when she was paralyzed in bed and unable to move, her work efficiency remained top-notch.

"Copy that."

He turned off the communicator, sent the refinery and all the Tier 3 Mental Cores into the S-rank manufacturing station in the third-floor expansion bay, and started the manufacturing process.

The holographic projection unfolded an exploded view of the faith deprivation tower's components.

Thousands of precision parts began to take shape one by one in the high-temperature refinery.

The Ghost Fortress continued to cruise through the Magnetic Storm Floating Forest, towing the Sky Fortress, with the dark silver fleet halo enveloping all the vehicles within.

On the fifth-floor dome, Qin Hongye lay on the firing platform, her scope scanning the acid marsh below.

In the distant darkness, three pairs of dark red eyes were watching the fleet from afar.

But they quickly retracted.