Douluo Dalu(Soul Land): My System Is Dissatisfied

In the sky above the vast wilderness, the Amethyst Winged Lion King flapped its wings tirelessly. On its broad back sat three figures: Ya Fei, Xiao Yixian, and Yun Yun.

It was a rough flight—not because of the turbulence, but because the Amethyst Winged Lion King hadn't had a break in over half an hour. Still, it dared not stop unless commanded. With these temperamental women aboard, one wrong move could cost it more than just a nap.

Xiao Yixian sat up front. Just behind her, Ye Feng rested against her back. The gentle friction of movement between them brought a soft smile to the Little Medical Fairy's lips.

She didn't want this flight to end.

Though they'd only traveled together for a few days, Ye Feng had carved himself deeply into Xiao Yixian's heart. She could no longer deny it—he was dangerous, mysterious, but also warm in ways few ever saw.

"…He's nothing like what I imagined," she murmured under her breath.

Ye Feng raised a brow. Sharp as ever, he caught her meaning.

With a smirk, he summoned a gentle burst of Spirit energy. The Amethyst Winged Lion King, sensing the signal, came to a sudden halt in mid-air.

"Ahhh!" Xiao Yixian shrieked.

"Eek!" Ya Fei followed.

Caught off guard, the sudden inertia shoved them all forward. Xiao Yixian, now blushing furiously, instinctively stepped off onto her blue eagle, hand brushing behind her as if trying to soothe the contact.

She turned back, flustered. "What are you doing?!"

"We've been flying half an hour. Isn't that enough?" Ye Feng asked, grinning.

Xiao Yixian wanted to curse him—but stopped herself. This was what she had wanted all along, wasn't it? She'd even insisted on sitting in the front, knowing full well that Ye Feng would be seated behind her.

Her scheme? To plant desire in Ye Feng's heart, slowly, subtly. Not too fast—just enough to leave him wanting more.

Old mercenaries once told her: "Don't give it all away at once. Just make sure he knows what he's missing."

Xiao Yixian turned her head, still red. "I'm leaving."

"Mn," Ye Feng nodded.

"When will we meet again?"

"Maybe a year."

"A year?" she repeated, stunned.

"One year from now—at Wanyaozhai. We'll travel Zhongzhou together then."

"Don't lie."

"I never lie to you," Ye Feng said gently.

Xiao Yixian stared at him for a long time. Then she patted her mount and soared off toward the Izumo Empire.

—

"Let's go too," Ye Feng said.

He moved from in front of Ya Fei to behind her.

"Ah—Master Ye, you…?"

"What?" he said lazily. "You can walk in the air, right?"

"…You're the master, not me," Ya Fei muttered.

"Then stop questioning me. Just get on with the trip." He leaned forward, resting his head lightly on her shoulder. His chest pressed gently against her back.

"Eeep!"

"Relax. I'm just taking a break."

—

The Next Day

Ya Fei gently patted the Amethyst Winged Lion King, urging it to land in a small clearing. She winced.

Her shoulder felt… wet.

She reached up and touched it—then grimaced.

Drool.

Ye Feng, still asleep behind her, had clearly enjoyed his nap a little too much.

"Master Ye…" she called softly, holding back her urge to scream.

"Huh?" Ye Feng blinked awake, wiping his mouth and eyes lazily. He spotted the white handkerchief in Ya Fei's hand—the one she was using to clean off her shoulder.

So… she noticed.

He coughed lightly, pretending not to see it. He wouldn't admit it, not even under torture. Dignity was more important than an apology for accidental drooling.

"Let's head into the city," he ordered coolly.

"Yes, Master Ye." Ya Fei followed, channeling fire-attributed Dou Qi to quickly dry the damp cloth and shoulder.

"Master Ye… my Dou Qi feels more fluid than usual," she remarked as they walked.

"That's normal," Ye Feng said. "Eighty percent of the air here is filled with fire and earth elements. Thanks to the unique terrain, this place is ideal for cultivators like you."

She nodded.

Ya Fei wasn't just anyone. She had a Fire Spirit Physique —second only to the legendary Saint Physique. And this desert region? Practically custom-made for her advancement.

"From now on," Ye Feng added, "I won't help you unless your life is at risk."

"I understand."

The Amethyst Winged Lion King remained behind. A sixth-tier beast like that was too conspicuous here—it would only attract trouble. With regret, Ya Fei let it stay in the wilds beyond the city.

After walking nearly ten miles, they arrived at the city gates.

The atmosphere had changed. Unlike Wutan City, the people here had an untamed boldness about them.

Men walked shirtless, their bronze skin glistening with sweat and sun. They wore thick boots and wide belts, muscles on full display.

But the women—

The women were something else entirely.

With deep tan skin and tightly-fitted leather clothing, they walked with sensual confidence. Midriffs exposed, skirts short, and eyes sharp—they moved like serpents, hips swaying like waves under the desert sun.

Compared to them, Ya Fei—dressed in a flowing red gown—looked almost conservative.

Ye Feng's gaze roamed, lingering on a few of the bolder women.

"Mr. Ye…" Ya Fei's voice had a soft edge to it.

He didn't flinch. "They have their own unique charm. Just looking is a kind of pleasure."

Ya Fei bit her lip.

Looking around at the seductive movements of the desert women, she whispered, "If I wore those clothes, I'd look better than all of them."

Ye Feng smiled—but said nothing.

He didn't need to.

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