Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1552: Frenzied Ecstasy

Enlarge the magnitude...

Without making a sound, Ji Liushuang gazed at Benji within the pristine white Sword Prison.

Under Professor Fu’s meticulous explanation, she successfully filled the missing link in the logical chain just now.

Indeed, there is some invisible force compelling Benji to answer the questions.

This driving force is so powerful that even when he refused, an astonishing pleasure kept accumulating.

This is also the source of that strange distortion on his face.

Benji is being submerged in overwhelming pleasure, and he doesn’t want anyone to notice this.

Whether it was initially expressing his thoughts willingly or pretending to refuse the test at the end, it was all part of his effort to disguise.

Of course, aside from that, he seemed to have another choice, which was to give a wrong answer.

Unfortunately, her sword completely blocked off this possibility.

Professor Fu really never believed they could be cured.

Ji Liushuang sighed inwardly.

Actually, deep down, she was the same.

From the first time she came into contact with them, using Sword Heart Enlightenment to sense their states, she should have foreseen this despair long ago, yet—

"Hope is a beautiful thing, but sometimes, because it shines too brightly, it tends to make people overlook other things."

Professor Fu’s teachings once again came at the right moment, his gaze on the silent Benji unchanged.

"In the pursuit of knowledge, it’s best to bring it out only during brief rests to comfort oneself."

...

Is it because personal inclinations are affecting judgment?

As a student who listened attentively, the instructor’s final conclusion clearly resonated with Ji Liushuang.

At this moment, she could already feel that beneath the peaceful facade Benji struggled to maintain, something seemed to have already come to life.

Every searing breath tore a discordant distortion on Benji’s features.

If she hadn’t instinctively believed they could still be helped, she might have felt this point sooner...

"No need to underestimate yourself; academic spirit has to be cultivated bit by bit. Didn’t you see even Professor Chang, despite his age, is equally inexperienced in this aspect?"

In the silence, Instructor Fu’s guidance came as an undeniable fact.

"Even I, likewise benefited from the accumulation of rich operational experience to avoid some bad habits."

Rich operational experience... This surprisingly didn’t sound strange at all.

Expert Fu’s psychological counseling had always been direct and effective. Ji Liushuang’s slight self-reproach instantly transformed into boundless imagination.

The reason for such good results is primarily the core element of sincerity.

Operational experience is not mere talk, and indeed, similar scenes have occurred, involving the same places and characters.

Once upon a time, Brother Benji, with his face pressed down into the soup, struggled continually between pleasure and the desire to survive until he reached the limits of endurance.

Seeing Brother Benji’s facial management faltering, Fu Qian naturally recalled a moment when his joy reached its peak.

The main difference between this experience and the past one seems to be having an assistant instead of a leader here, saving Fu Qian from taking action.

"So, what now?"

And at this moment, the assistant’s attentiveness once again manifested as Miss Liushuang quickly composed herself and confirmed the next steps.

"Wait. I’ve always believed in Sir Benji’s talent."

Fu Qian had evidently already made up his mind, signaling to quietly observe the changes.

This wasn’t empty praise; back at the ball when Brother Benji boasted, Fu Qian truly believed it.

So young and self-taught, transcending primal desires to explore a higher tier of pleasure, he indeed showed a notable talent in this peculiar pursuit.

In fact, this was part of the reason for seeking him out.

Often, the more talented are more perceptive, making his understanding a perfect tool to test the true effect of the ball in his hand.

Regrettably, it seemed Brother Benji was no longer hearing the praises.

From his completely distorted expression, one could vaguely sense he was already submerged in endless pleasure.

"Good."

Ji Liushuang had no objections to this, and even checked the stability of the Xinjian Prison first to avoid affecting the implementation of the plan.

To her relief, the latter was remarkably stable, not showing any anomalies due to overload.

While in her field of vision, as Professor Fu glanced around, he surprisingly knitted his brows slightly.

...

The nature is still somewhat special; it’s not easy to materialize things inside as outside.

Of course, Miss Liushuang, influenced by emotions and displaying a slightly more serious posture, would never have expected the reason behind Professor Fu’s frown.

The reason for Fu Qian’s reaction was simple—when observing changes, having a place to sit is obviously best.

But when he attempted to materialize chairs within the Sword Prison, he faced obstacles.

The reason he could forcibly interject earlier was straightforward—Miss Liushuang’s Xinjian Prison was enacted on the Clear Dream Ring’s foundation, while he was the Master of the Dream Realm.

Essentially, much like on the Half-Moon stage, where Red Moon exercised control over his dream, the Sword Prison also possessed some of his foundational power.

Under such circumstances, cautious operations to break through specific restrictions were indeed possible.

And indeed, it proved to be achievable; however, once really inside the Sword Prison, some additional limitations arose.

For instance, the attempt to create something out of nothing clearly wasn’t feasible, only deep regret.

Fortunately, Brother Benji didn’t disappoint with his consistent talent, albeit lacking the necessary height.

In the ensuing period, Fu Qian and Ji Liushuang watched with open eyes as the distortion on Benji’s face took root, grew, and flourished.

And when the accumulation of inhuman sensation reached its peak, as though it might tear apart the "self," it suddenly shattered with a crash.

"I feel... very good..."

Lowering his head, the previously distracted gaze converged again. Benji suddenly responded to Fu Qian’s question.

And staring at the Finger Ball in his hand, his tone bore neither suffering nor release, entering a moment of equanimity.

Yet, this made things feel even stranger.

The abrupt change before and after was like a sphere swollen to the limit, exploding with neither air nor water inside.

Nothing at all.

So this time without Fu Qian’s reminder, Miss Liushuang already sensed the wrongness on her own.

However, as she narrowed her eyes to not miss any subtle movement from Benji, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Professor Fu gesturing toward her.

"Good, what did you see within that ball?"

At the same time, he posed a new question.

"Whitehead... Sanctuary."

Benji’s gaze finally shifted from his hand, looking at Fu Qian and slowly speaking.