Douluo Dalu(Soul Land): My System Is Dissatisfied

"What do you mean by this?" Yun Yun asked softly.

Ye Feng didn't hesitate. "That dress is made from the skin of a Chaos Hydra. Its defense scales with the owner's strength. Even if you're only a Dou Huang now, wearing it lets you ignore the attacks of a Dou Zong."

"Ignore Dou Zong attacks?" Her eyes narrowed. "You're avoiding my question. I asked—what do you mean by this gift?"

Ye Feng met her gaze, calm and certain. "All of my women wear dresses made from Chaos Hydra skin."

"…Your woman?" Yun Yun's lips twitched, a flicker of joy briefly flashing in her eyes.

"Yes."

"I never said I would marry you."

"You kissed me," Ye Feng replied with a smirk. "And now you want to pretend it never happened? What happened to the mighty Sect Master of Misty Cloud—do you only dare to love but not to take responsibility?"

"Who said I don't dare?" she huffed. Her cheeks flushed, but she waved a hand, slipping the dress into her storage ring. "Anything else?"

"Take out your sword," he said.

Yun Yun raised a brow but obeyed, summoning a long green sword from her ring. Simple emerald lines etched its surface, its energy calm but focused.

Ye Feng responded by taking out a glowing bone with a deep green luster.

"What is that?" she asked, feeling the power radiating from it.

"Soul bone," he said. "It's native to Douluo Continent. Similar to your world's magic cores, but purer. Denser. Stronger."

She leaned closer, curious.

Ye Feng summoned a brilliant flame—one that shimmered with every hue imaginable. The air around them heated instantly, rising to a near-blistering temperature.

"Heavenly Flame!" Yun Yun gasped.

"Indeed," Ye Feng said. The rainbow fire curled around the sword and soul bone, melting them slowly. He shaped them together, molding the fusion like molten clay.

Under his terrifying Spirit power, the weapon reformed into a new sword—its shape still recognizable, but now engraved with foreign, glowing runes. Wind swirled around the blade, drawn to it like moths to a flame.

"No Dou Qi needed," Ye Feng said. "It commands wind on its own. Try it."

Yun Yun took the sword carefully. One swing—just a flick of her wrist—and a ten-meter blade of wind shot forth, tearing through the air like lightning. Her eyes widened.

Even an ordinary cultivator could kill a Dou Ling with that.

As a Dou Huang? She could challenge a Dou Zong head-on.

"There's no proper forging platform here," Ye Feng muttered. "So this will have to do for now."

"…It's more than enough," she said softly, storing the weapon. "Is there anything else?"

Ye Feng smirked. "Only one thing left. You haven't thanked me."

"Thank you?" she repeated, folding her arms. "You didn't even accept the things I gave you."

"Says who?" He pointed to his forehead. "Right here."

Yun Yun blinked. "You want another kiss?"

He closed his eyes without a word.

Yun Yun stepped forward quietly.

Three seconds passed.

He felt a soft, warm touch on his forehead.

When he opened his eyes, Yun Yun was already airborne—wings spread, green light trailing behind her.

"Next time we meet," he called out, "I want to see you wearing that dress."

No response. No backward glance.

Just silence.

He didn't know if she heard him.

But somehow, he felt she had.

—

The Next Morning

Ye Feng stepped out into the clearing. Ya Fei and Xiao Yixian were already waiting.

Above them, a giant blue eagle soared through the skies, its cry echoing across the valley.

"You're awake," said Xiao Yixian.

Ye Feng nodded. "Yeah."

"Today we part ways," she said. "You're heading to the Tager Desert. I'm off to the Izumo Empire."

"…Right."

Xiao Yixian turned to the Amethyst Winged Lion King, her eyes sparkling. "I miss riding this guy. Wonder when I'll get to again…"

"Why not now?" Ya Fei offered with a smile.

"Exactly what I was thinking!" Xiao Yixian grinned. "But this time—I'm sitting in the front!"

"No problem."

With a laugh, Xiao Yixian leapt up onto the Lion King's back. Just as Ya Fei moved to join her, Xiao Yixian called out sweetly:

"Ye Feng, aren't you coming?"

Ya Fei: "…"

Ye Feng: "…"

The timing was… suspicious.

"Mr. Ye, you go first," Ya Fei said, voice a touch too polite.

"Alright," Ye Feng replied. He didn't question it—just vaulted onto the Lion King's back.

Ya Fei stood there, hesitating. She'd understood what Xiao Yixian was planning only after it was too late.

If all three of them rode together on that narrow backspace…

She'd be forced into very close quarters with both of them.

Xiao Yixian turned back innocently. "Sister Ya Fei? Aren't you coming?"

"Ah—" Ya Fei blinked, flustered.

"We've sat here like this before," Xiao Yixian teased. "There's enough room. Come on."

"…Okay." Ya Fei climbed up, cheeks flushed. Her fingers brushed her hip unconsciously.

She still remembered last time—the sudden brake, the sharp jolt of pain. Her butt had never forgiven her.

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