49: Chapter 49 The Shield of Holy Light

A few hours later...

Wang Sheng leaned against the ice platform, with Frost Mage Lin Shiyun nestled in his arms. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded over his chest like snow, resembling flowing moonlight.

Her ice-blue sleepwear lay scattered on the floor, the silk fabric shimmering with a soft luster under the light of the spirit fire.

Her slender yet curvaceous figure was outlined like an ice sculpture under the moonlight, her delicate waist resembling a willow branch.

Yet the curves of her chest were full and rounded, appearing in his arms like a painting traced by moonlight, every arc exquisitely and perfectly formed.

Her face was buried in his chest, revealing only a pair of ice-blue pupils and lips reddened by the moonlight. The cold light in her ice-blue pupils had completely faded away.

In its place was a clarity and tenderness, much like an ice lake that had finally thawed to reflect the entire sky.

The Frost Mage, who was usually so distant and aloof, now seemed like a flower revealed after the ice and snow had melted—fragile, real, and heartbreakingly beautiful.

"Wang Sheng."

"Hmm?"

"...What is the system reward?"

Wang Sheng paused for a moment, then heard the system notification chime in his mind, sounding like the crisp crack of ice breaking:

[Ding! Congratulations to the Chieftain on taking a second wife!]

[Drawing reward...]

[Congratulations, you have obtained the Legendary Skill Book: Shield of Light!]

[Shield of Light]

[Quality: Legendary (Gold)]

[Forms a layer of holy light shield on the surface of the body, capable of negating damage equal to 200% of your own Power of Holy Light, lasting for 30 minutes, with a cooldown of 6 hours. While the shield is active, you and friendly units within 10 meters receive 15% damage reduction.]

[Talent Inheritance: Frost Affinity!]

[Frost Affinity: Ice-type spell power +30%, ice-type spell consumption -20%. When fighting alongside an ice-type class user, both sides gain an additional 10% spell power.]

Wang Sheng looked at the data on the system panel, his lips curling into a smile. Shield of Light!

A Legendary quality defensive skill!

His biggest weakness when he was sent flying by the Giant Horned Rhino King during the Beast Tide was his defense. The Holy Light Warrior's attack power was strong enough,

but his defensive measures were limited to the basic Shield of Light, which was stretched thin when facing attacks from a Barbarian Warrior of the third rank or higher.

Shield of Light not only provided a high amount of damage negation, but also had an area-of-effect damage reduction aura, which was a qualitative leap in combat power for the entire tribe!

And Frost Affinity,

his gaze fell upon Frost Mage Lin Shiyun in his arms.

Frost Affinity increased his ice-type spell power by 30%, and when fighting alongside an ice-type class user, both sides' spell power increased by an additional 10%,

which meant that his coordination with Frost Mage Lin Shiyun would produce an effect where one plus one is greater than two.

When the system granted talent inheritance, it clearly considered the wife's class characteristics. Every time he took a wife, the talents he obtained would complement and amplify the wife's abilities.

"Shield of Light, Legendary quality." Wang Sheng told Frost Mage Lin Shiyun about the system reward.

The Frost Mage lifted her head from his chest, her ice-blue pupils flickering in the light of the spirit fire, like two ice lakes lit up by flames, cold light and warmth intertwining.

"Legendary skill..." She repeated softly, then the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. That smile, which had appeared for the first time today, like a flower revealed after the ice and snow had melted, appeared on her lips once again. "It seems I am worth that price."

"Worth what price?" Wang Sheng looked down at her.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun reached out, her cold fingertips gently tapping the tip of his nose, her movements as soft as touching a snowflake.

"Worth the price of a Legendary skill."

She paused, the smile in her ice-blue pupils like a warm current surging beneath the ice, gentle and shy.

"So, you didn't lose out."

Wang Sheng watched her smile. It was the first time he had seen Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's true, heartfelt smile, without any defenses or disguises.

The Frost Mage's smile was like the first flower revealed after the ice and snow had melted—not a blooming peony, not a passionate rose,

but a tiny flower bud growing from a crack in the ice, as if formed by moonlight, fragile yet resilient, cold and shockingly beautiful.

"I didn't lose out." He reached out to tuck the loose hair from her forehead behind her ear, his fingertips brushing her earlobe. The little cold pearl rapidly heated up again, turning so red it looked like it was about to burn.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun bit her lip, the temperature of his kiss still lingering on her pale pink lips, then she buried her head back into his chest, blushing.

"You are not allowed to touch my ears again."

"Okay."

"...And you are not allowed to tell anyone that I cried today."

"Okay."

"Especially do not tell Zhao Linger; if that little broadcaster finds out, the whole camp will know."

"Okay."

"...Also," her voice grew smaller and smaller, muffled against his chest like a curled-up little beast,

"Tomorrow... tomorrow when you wake up, I won't watch over you for ten hours anymore."

"Hmm."

"I will watch over you for twenty hours."

"..."

"The Frost Mage's mental power recovery speed is naturally faster than others; watching for twenty hours is absolutely no problem. Why are you laughing! I'm being serious!"

Wang Sheng couldn't help but laugh. That laughter was like the warm sun of winter, surging from his chest and echoing in the tent, melting the last layer of frost on the ice walls.

"Okay, twenty hours it is."

"Hmph!"

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun buried her face even deeper, her long, silvery-white hair cascading over his chest like flowing moonlight.

Her body trembled slightly in his arms, not a tremble of cold, but a warm, soft tremor like a spring river after the ice has turned to water.

Outside the tent, the silver-blue light of the Moonlight Blessing flowed slowly, like a pair of gentle hands, lightly brushing over every tent and every person.

Lingxi River glimmered with fragments of silver in the night, the sound of the river like a lullaby, gently embracing the entire camp into the bosom of the night.

And in that ice-blue tent on the north side of the camp,

the frost on the ice walls had completely melted.

Water droplets slid down the ice walls, appearing like the second round of tears shed by the Frost Mage, but it was no longer cold in the tent.

Ice turned to water.

Water turned to warmth.

And those warm, irreversible things, like a spring river, were growing quietly, firmly, and more solidly than any ice wall before the dawn arrived.

In the silver-blue light of the Moonlight Blessing outside the tent, a petite figure quietly approached the ice-blue tent.

Zhao Linger pricked up her Spirit Sound Master ears, listened for two seconds, then ran away with her mouth covered, her crisp laughter forcibly suppressed into a kitten-like "hehehe."

On the other side, Shen Xun'er stood before the Ancestral Spirit Altar, the lingering light of the Moonlight Blessing swirling in her moist, almond-shaped eyes.

Her lips curved, like two warm crescent moons—not jealousy, not reluctance, but a composure and magnanimity unique to the principal wife, like moonlight embracing all things.

She gently raised her hand, and silver-blue moonlight flowed from her fingertips like a gentle river, winding toward the ice-blue tent on the north side of the camp.

It was a targeted transmission of the Moonlight Blessing, gentler and longer-lasting than usual, like a silent blessing.

Lingxi River glimmered with fragments of silver in the night.

Moonlight like water.

Ice turned to water.

And this night was destined to be one of the warmest nights in the history of the Bright Tribe.