Soulbound: Dual Cultivation-Chapter 66: The Connection

’Fuck, that was intense,’ he grinned, wiping his face with a cloth, his mind already racing ahead. The soul-binding wasn’t complete, not yet. The real work was in his chamber, where he could cultivate in private, fully process her rich Yin energy, and lock in the bond without giving himself over completely.

’Gotta keep control,’ he thought, tossing the cloth aside and grabbing his robe, pulling it on quick over his naked body.

"I’m heading to my chamber," he said, glancing back at her, her eyes still closed, her face serene as she cultivated.

"Gotta finish the process there." She didn’t respond, too deep in her focus, her body glowing faintly with the energy she was channeling.

He turned and headed for the door, his steps quick but quiet on the floor.

Lucas turned to leave, his hand resting lightly on the wooden door of her chamber. He was halfway through opening the door when her voice called out, gentle but firm.

"Xavier."

He paused and turned back to look at her.

"My name..." she said, a small pause lingering between her words, "...is Henrietta Williams."

Lucas was quiet for a moment. The name landed on him with unexpected weight. For someone so guarded, so cloaked in layers of mystery and formality, this was... rare. Personal. A gesture of trust.

He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he looked at her with a kind of quiet understanding. He gave a slight nod, his eyes holding hers for a beat longer than usual.

"Henrietta," he repeated softly, as if testing the sound of it with reverence. "Thank you... for telling me."

Her expression didn’t change much, but he noticed the slight shift in her posture, the tiniest relaxation in her shoulders. She had let him in, if only just a little.

Lucas gave her a subtle bow, one hand over his chest in respect. Then, without another word, he turned and stepped out of the chamber, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

"Henrietta Williams."

He had heard it loud and clear...and he saw the way she looked at him when she said it. That name... it carried weight. A gesture of vulnerability. And that made what he was feeling inside even more overwhelming.

His body was already reacting. The immense wave of Yin energy that had flowed into him was wreaking havoc, his meridians felt tight, like stretched cords on the edge of snapping. His Dantian pulsed like it had a mind of its own. This wasn’t like the other times. Henrietta’s cultivation level was leagues above his own. Her Yin energy was powerful...It wasn’t just powerful...it was dangerous and he needed to tame it quickly. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

He reached his chamber quickly, he wasted no time. He threw off his outer robe, settled into his usual meditation stance, and closed his eyes, his breathing deep and rhythmic. He guided his own Yang energy to circulate steadily, weaving it gently through his inner channels to suppress and balance the overwhelming surge.

Golden light slowly began to glow around him as his inner Qi sparked to life. The Yin energy clashing within him pushed back like a tide, wild and stubborn. He groaned softly as pain rippled through his body...but he didn’t falter. His eyes remained shut, sweat beading along his brow. He couldn’t afford mistakes now. If he didn’t refine and tame it, his cultivation foundation would crack... or worse, collapse.

He continued to cultivate for hours. He drew upon the stabilizing techniques he’d learned, slowly breaking down the Yin currents and guiding them into his Dantian. His entire body trembled as the cold energy finally began to harmonize with his Yang. He bit down, blood drawing at the corner of his lips as he kept steady.

Then finally....peace. A calm like still water settled over him. The energy wasn’t fighting anymore...it was flowing. Balanced.

Lucas opened his eyes slowly. He could still feel Henrietta’s presence, not physically, but within his spiritual core. A delicate imprint now lingered inside him... her soul now tethered faintly to his through the rite.

He sat quietly in his chamber for a while longer, the weight of what had just occurred settling in his chest like a heavy stone. He could feel it...faint, but undeniable. The connection.

A thread, invisible to the eye, yet taut and pulsing with life. Henrietta’s soul was now tethered to his. It wasn’t just a metaphysical link...it was a bond that would shift his path moving forward, whether he liked it or not. And the implications were enormous.

From now on, whenever she grew stronger in her cultivation, he would too. Even if he stayed still, even if he sat quietly in his room for days, her progress would pull him forward along with her like a current dragging a boat. It was incredible... and terrifying.

But the bond wasn’t without risk.

He would have to keep it balanced...always. Their cores had been linked through a process few in this era could even begin to understand, and if either of them wavered or betrayed the bond, the backlash could be devastating. A severe rift in trust, a spiritual imbalance, or even deliberate harm could cause their cultivation to collapse entirely. Neither one would escape the consequences. Crippled meridians. Shattered dantian. The soul itself could tear.

He had to tell her....once she was done meditating or cultivating, he would make it clear: betrayal wasn’t just painful. It was fatal.

Lucas drew in a slow breath and finally stood. His limbs were steady, though the weight of Yin energy from their connection still buzzed faintly through his veins like lightning buried under skin. He’d need to keep meditating often, grounding himself, keeping the tether firm and under control.

The bond was alive now. And so long as it lived, there could be no mistakes.

He stepped toward the door, his robes rustling softly with each careful stride. The corridors were quieter now...he preferred it that way. His thoughts remained with Henrietta for a moment longer, but only briefly. There was someone else he needed to see....Lira.

He hadn’t checked on her since the events of the banquet. She had been tending to the prince diligently, and he trusted her. But Lucas never liked to stay too long away from those he cared for.

And besides...he simply missed her. He turned and headed toward the chamber where Darius was being tended to.

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