Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

The hard clam shell opened, revealing a soft core, and at that moment, the long sword glowing with golden light appeared perfectly in Wen Nan's palm.

Having watched Yu Shujun swing this lightsaber countless times, it was the first time Wen Nan had touched the sword himself.

This [Root Breaking Slash] was much lighter than he anticipated.

The golden glow flowed across the nearly transparent sword body, grasped in his palm like some kind of hard gauze, hot but not burning.

With a slight twist of Wen Nan's wrist, the blade immediately moved with his motion toward the ceiling, so fast it seemed that the sword was truly a beam of golden light cast from Wen Nan's palm.

With a "crack" sound, a corner of the ceiling was split, followed by a "boom" as many shattered stones and pieces of the wall fell.

Yu Shujun's eyes had been half-closed, his gaze dreamy, his cheeks flushed, deeply entrenched in some emotion unable to extricate himself.

Upon hearing the commotion, Yu Shujun's eyes snapped open wide, his face full of alertness as he looked toward the corner of the room.

Seeing the rubble piled in the corner and the slit in the ceiling, Yu Shujun turned around to see the lightsaber clenched in Wen Nan's palm. "…Is it done?"

As he suddenly spoke, he found his voice hoarse, the simple two words uttered carrying a clear tremor, completely lacking his usual aloofness and restraint, even tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

The sound of Yu Shujun's voice scratched at Wen Nan's heart, making him smile involuntarily with a playful tone: "Does it not hurt anymore?"

Unwilling to utter another word, Yu Shujun just lifted his eyelids and glanced at Wen Nan.

The once deep-sea blue eyes were now misty, with red-rimmed eyes and tear-brimmed corners glaring at Wen Nan, less like a warning and more like a coquettish anger.

In Wen Nan's heart arose some mischievous thoughts, which he promptly put into action.

Just a moment ago, Wen Nan had been very considerate of Yu Shujun's feelings, enveloping him in kindness and making him momentarily forget what this person was usually like, which caught him off guard and he lost his ground, allowing the opposite to strike straight at the weak point.

Yu Shujun's body went soft, and a voice that even made him blush escaped from his throat.

Anger at his body's betrayal, and even more anger at the other's audacity, Yu Shujun's lightsaber suddenly shot out, the blade grazing past Wen Nan's cheek.

Wen Nan raised his hand, instinctively using his palm sword to block, the clash of the swords producing a sharp, grating sound akin to knives on porcelain, sending chills down one's spine.

Wen Nan laughed, teasing, "Really want to duel with me in bed?"

Yu Shujun retracted his sword, speaking hoarsely, "You forced me." Then, pushing down on Wen Nan's chest and lifting his leg, he made to rise and retreat.

Wen Nan raised his hand to hold down the other's thigh, explaining, "I wasn't intentionally teasing you. I mentioned before, my skill [No Unorthodox Desires] requires the emotional state of 'pain mixed with pleasure.' Just now… it was clear you were too engaged and only felt 'pleasure.' I had to act to ensure the theft succeeded."

The excuse was grandiose, yet Yu Shujun found himself unable to refute.

In matters such as these, Yu Shujun could never outargue this battle-hardened man. Ultimately, he decided to change the topic, "Your grip on the sword is wrong, the force is misplaced. You should rely on arm strength, not wrist strength."

"Really?" Wen Nan assumed a posture of eager learning, extending his sword-hand toward the other, "I don't know how, will you teach me?"

Thinking Wen Nan was genuinely interested in learning swordsmanship, Yu Shujun took hold of his wrist, and in the next instant, was embraced by Wen Nan, spun around to face the window.

Something was triggered, Yu Shujun gave a startled cry, but quickly suppressed the bothersome sound.

The two sat one behind the other on the bed, in a posture as if riding the same horse, with Wen Nan offering his sword hand to Yu Shujun, and his other hand around the other's waist, whispering in his ear, "Work together? You handle the top, I'll take care of the bottom?"

Yu Shujun: ...

He wanted the other to shut up but ultimately restrained himself.

...

...

Staying too long inside the Divine Staff Sheath can make one's sense of time very thin.

Though at first claiming it was to help Yu Shujun complete his mission sooner, Wen Nan found it hard to let go in the end.

The room was filled with a hot atmosphere, both were drenched in sweat, Wen Nan lowered his head, gently sniffing the nape of the other's neck, feeling slight tremors in the arm holding his wrist, unsure whether it was due to fatigue from holding the sword too long, or simply to accommodate him.

Unsure how long it had been, the red warning light of the mission countdown flickered on the hovering light screen above, reminding Wen Nan of how little time they had left.

Accumulating more than ten hours of enhanced effect [Endurance is Key], coupled with a large amount of "pain mixed with pleasure" emotional value, the two, holding one sword, delivered the last strike into the deep groove on the barrier before them.

Crack!

A clear sound of wood being split echoed in their ears.

"It's open!"

It was as if a surface of ice frozen for years had been broken open, and countless fine cracks spread outward like lightning from the breach, continuously issuing the sound of the inner wall cracking.

In the midst of this sound, Wen Nan and Yu Shujun finally released each other, tidying their clothes.

Just as he had slipped on his shirt, the floor began to shake violently, and soon everything around them grew blurry and dim, until they were engulfed in complete darkness.

Their bodies spun and plummeted rapidly, and when Wen Nan opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a hard floor.

Squinting, his vision slowly cleared, he strained to recognize his surroundings and soon realized he had returned to a familiar place.

"Father! You're finally back! Father!"

A fine electronic voice sounded beside his ear.

Following the sound, Wen Nan's gaze shifted downward from the ceiling to see that white cleaning robot now mounted on the wall, its central screen displaying tearful eyes, blinking at him.

He was out.

Not only had he emerged from the Divine Staff Sheath, but also from Snow Mountain Villa, the whole instance itself.

He was directly transported to the small building of his guild's office, at this moment lying straight on the floor of the second floor.

Propping himself up on his arms, Wen Nan was about to sit up when he felt something hard in his palm.

Dropping his gaze, he found it was a stick.

It was like the dark brown wood of a peach tree, its surface shiny as if glazed, only as long as a palm. It was thin, with one end fine, the other slightly thicker.

At a glance, it looked like an ancient simplistic chopstick or a wooden hairpin.

Slowly rotating the stick, the twelve runes engraved on its exterior could be clearly seen.

As Wen Nan's fingertip touched the "∈" symbol in one of the runes, a faint golden light appeared on the surface of the stick, flowing along the pattern of the rune, finally gathering into a small hovering light screen at the end of the stick, upon which appeared a line of small text—

[Detected residual energy of Ah Rham's Divine Staff Fragment "Replica Soul," collect into the Divine Staff Sheath?]

Divine Staff Sheath?

Is this little stick he now held in his hand the Divine Staff Sheath?