[Dual Sacred Yin Wolf Seal]
Type: Spiritual Contract – Bloodline-Bonded
Grade: Unique, Ungraded.
Origin: Yin Wolf Clan
Description:
A rare, instinctive spiritual seal formed only when twins of the rare pure-blooded Yin Wolf bloodline bond simultaneously with a single compatible male through first union. This seal is not created by conscious will but triggered by ancient bloodline instincts responding to a destined partner. Once formed, the seal creates a three-way soul-link between all bonded parties that can only be undone by death.
Damn, it is a way more unique bond than I thought, Yaohu absorbed the information with astonishment.
In the end, he was a normal mortal at heart even now. Such unbelievable things like soul bonding was a bit too alien for him.
So, what did this bond actually mean to him and the two wolfish beauties in his arms?
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Effects on Host (Yang Yaohu):
🔹 Soul Link (x2): You are permanently spiritually tethered to Mirin and Mijin. You can:
Sense their emotional states.
Locate them over great distances.
Share minor vitality and spiritual energy in emergencies.
🔹 Soul Mate:
You three now share one cultivation. As long as one of you breaks through, the other two will also see simultaneous breakthroughs. If one of you improves your foundation, all three of your foundations will become better. Of course, you cannot use each others Martial Techniques or Battle Skills.
🔹 Protection Seal: If the bonded Yin Wolves are in fatal danger, you will feel it immediately.
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Wow…
Yaohu was quite… speechless. He had thought that these Yin Wolves were, most probably, just a weak bloodline. But this was nothing weak—this was legendary. Especially when bonded to someone like him.
Who was he?
He was a cheat protagonist sent here by a God.
He was the Inheritor of a system.
He had been prepared for a lonely, unstoppable journey to the top.
Yet now?
They were going to keep up with him whether he wanted it or not.
Keep up with a genius like him!
He looked at the two pouting white haired beauties with envy. How good was their luck? He wished he could be like them, stealing luck from another protagonist while sitting in home like good wives.
But then, Yaohu grew serious.
This was good. But, what did the Bond do to the ladies?
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Effects on the Bonded (Mirin & Mijin):
🔹 Loyalty Instinct (Passive): Extreme emotional pull toward the bonded male during times of primal heat.
🔹 Mating Ritual: Cultivation with Yaohu or receiving his essence will drastically increase their growth rate.
🔹 Pain/Emotion Feedback (Minor): Their bodies will react subconsciously if Yaohu is severely injured or emotionally overwhelmed.
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He stared at it all in silence for a long while. Then, he sighed. But just as he was about to begin a lengthy conversation with his new soul mates, they both exclaimed at the same time.
""Mirin—Mijin—our cultivation!"
Yaohu blinked. "What is it?"
Both of them turned to look at him with wide, watery eyes.
"We are at the ninth rank of Intermediate Warrior Realm! How?"
He smugly smiled. "You guys don't know your own bond's power, do you?"
They looked at him with those innocent puppy eyes again.
Mijin explained: "Our Yin Wolf bloodline has never seen the birth of twins before us. Our grandma always said that our bond would be special. But this big of an impact from just bonding?"
Mirin nodded frantically. "Yes, this is unheard of!"
He pinched their cheeks. Even Mirin did not defy his touch due to her sheer shock. He explained: "Basically, all of our cultivations synchronized and our foundations are now in a sort of supportive synergy. From now on, one of us raise, all of us raise."
They blinked.
He sighed. He had to explain it better.
…
By the time they understood all the effects of the Bond, the women were filled with shock. Apparently, the usual Bond they knew about was never the Dual Yin Wolf Seal, it was just the Singular Yin Wolf Seal. And that seal did not have the power to synergize the Bonded and the Bond's cultivation at all.
This was a speciality of the twin sisters.
But upon hearing all of it, the elder sister's face became filled with indignity. "You are so lucky!" she exclaimed from his arms.
He frowned. "Why?"
"Do you know that we two sisters are genius cultivators? Compared to our talent, you might as well be a rotten apple!"
Yaohu's face warped in rage. "What?"
"Humph!" Even Mijin was proud. "You are indeed lucky to be our Bond, otherwise I would never sleep in your arms like this!"
"Yeah, do you know how many guys would die for such an opportunitgy?"
If the emperor knew about their talent, even he would have taken them in as his most acclaimed wives!
After all, wouldn't their cultivation become equal to his?!
Wouldn't he get two cute loyal white wolves by his side?
Yaohu stared at the two women, his pride—for what it was worth—hurt. "Damn you! Do you know how talented I am? Do you know how many women would die to be here in these sacred laps?"
The girls rolled their eyes.
…
After a long bout of ruthless back-to-back, Yaohu finally noticed that the girls were not staying in his arms like playful puppies just because they wanted to. Yes, it was part of the reason they didn't leave his arms.
Their instincts made them incredibly comfortable under his touch, and if they said they didn't like it, that would be a lie. But there was also another reason—after having bonded, then having their cultivation go through a metamorphosis, their bodies were unusually weak. They had no strength to leave his arms.
And, they were getting more and more sleepy.
Even as Mirin argued with him like her life depended on it, he could see her eyes struggle to stay open.
Noticing it, he harrumphed and said calmly. "Look, you can't even keep your eyes open."
She growled with her cute fangs.
"Shut up, bastard!"
Mijin was already yawning. Then, before Yaohu could react—Mijin transformed without any prior sign of it.
Her beautiful human body vanished to be replaced by a small wolf cub.
It yawned another time, cutely snuggled in Yaohu's lap—stretched—then went to sleep there. Mirin stared at her in clear envy, then stared at Yaohu in irritation. After that, the same scene replayed.
Yaohu, a bit dumbfounded, stared at the two small wolves in his lap with an unexplainable bout of cuteness hitting him.
He carefully caressed their chins.
They were long asleep.
He unceremoniously carried Mijin and put her on top of his own head, then carried Mirin in his arms. Then, with the smirk of someone who had won a lottery out of nowhere, he ran away from the place.
Just as the ladies had become ninth rank Intermediate Warriors, so had he become the same rank. With this much strength and his keen senses, avoiding the random maids and eunuches on the way were as easy as child's play.