Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 789 Scaring Lan Fuzi
"Let me ask you a question: your phrase 'like loving one's wife' was probably just a metaphor, wasn't it?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head and said, "This is not a metaphor; I really do have two wives."

"Two, two people?!" Lan Fuzi seemed to be struck by lightning, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice changed tone.

She was initially speechless with shock at the number, but after a moment she recovered and stared at Nan Fusheng in disbelief, asking rapidly, "Wait, you already have a wife, why are you participating in this martial arts contest to find a husband?"

Nan Fusheng, however, seemed to have heard a strange question. A perfectly timed look of confusion crossed his face as he asked, "Does having a wife mean you can't participate? Is there a rule at the conference that those who are already married cannot participate?"

Lan Fuzi was taken aback by his question and subconsciously searched her memory for relevant rules. From the registration requirements to the competition process, there seemed to be no mention of "those with a spouse are not allowed to participate".

But this did not stop her from criticizing Nan Fusheng: "Did your wife know about this?"

"Yes, I know." Nan Fusheng nodded.

"They really didn't know... huh?"

Lan Fuzi had prepared a whole host of words to rebuke Nan Fusheng for his concealment and irresponsibility, but upon hearing his reply, her face instantly filled with doubt, and the words of criticism that were already on the tip of her tongue came to an abrupt halt.

Seeing her surprised expression, Nan Fusheng continued, "They not only knew, but they were also very supportive of my participation in this conference."

"This, this..." Lan Fuzi looked into his clear and open eyes and was momentarily dazed.

The man in front of her looked sincere and genuine, but his words were so bizarre that she couldn't tell whether he was being honest or trying to trick her.

"Alright, it's getting late, I should probably head back now, otherwise my family will worry." Nan Fusheng paused slightly, his gaze passing over Lan Fuzi's shoulder to the petite figure behind her, before calmly standing up again.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Lan Fuzi was clearly unwilling to let him leave so easily, so she immediately stood up and blocked Nan Fusheng's way, her tone firm, "If you don't explain this matter clearly today, don't think you can run away so easily."

Just then, Lan Fuzi suddenly felt her clothes being gently tugged.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, sweet voice sounded from behind, carrying a touch of childish innocence, yet revealing a seriousness that could not be underestimated: "Sister, this person is very important to me. If you don't let him leave, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

"Who?"

Lan Fuzi turned around with some confusion, but when her gaze fell on that figure, she was instantly captivated and could not look away for a second.

What came into view was an extremely cute little girl. Her long, smooth, white hair was carefully styled into a single ponytail, which hung obediently over her left shoulder. The ends of her hair had a distinct green gradient, and her eyes were an extremely rare deep green.

The young girl was dressed in a white and green JK uniform, with a white shirt and a green skirt, simple yet elegant, which made her petite figure look even more delicate.

She wore a pair of pure white over-the-knee socks on her calves, which made her skin appear even whiter and more delicate. Her overall outfit was both playful and had a touch of youthful energy.

"What a lovely child."

Anyone who sees Naxida for the first time is almost always struck by her exquisite, porcelain-doll-like appearance, and Lan Fuzi was no exception.

At this moment, all that remained in her heart was sincere admiration; her previous stubbornness and displeasure had been completely washed away by this sudden and stunning beauty.

"Little sister, what can I do for you?"

Lan Fuzi subconsciously squatted down slightly, trying to make himself at eye level with the little girl, and put on a gentle expression as he softly asked Naxida.

Cute things in the world always win people's hearts, and Lan Fuzi was no exception. Facing the adorable little girl before her, her tone unconsciously softened considerably.

Naxi Da raised her deep green eyes and looked at the blue Buddha in front of her. A faint smile appeared on her small face. The smile was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and pure.

She gently released her grip on Lan Fuzi's clothes, pointed her little finger at Nan Fusheng beside her, and continued in her soft, sweet voice, "Sister, it's getting late. I'm here to take this person home. Otherwise, the rest of the family will worry."

"Him?" Lan Fuzi looked back at Nan Fusheng suspiciously, then smiled and asked Naxida, "Little sister, what is your relationship with him?"

At this moment, Lan Fuzi was completely unaware that she was dressed in men's clothing and had deliberately concealed her feminine mannerisms in her words and actions, yet Naxida had been calling her "sister" from beginning to end.

Upon hearing this, Naxida's fair face flushed crimson, like a newly blossoming peach blossom tinged with morning dew. She lowered her eyes slightly and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Actually, actually I am his wife. I came out to look for him because he hadn't come home for so long."

Before she could finish speaking, the little girl seemed embarrassed by her own words and quickly covered her cheeks with her delicate white hands, revealing only her pair of dark green eyes as she secretly peeked at Lan Fuzi through her fingers.

Her blushing expression, so intense that even her ears seemed to turn completely red, would make anyone feel sorry for her.

"Damn it, they're playing me again." Nan Fusheng's heart tightened upon seeing this, and he cursed inwardly.

He knew all too well what kind of "scheme" was hidden behind Nasita's seemingly naive actions, so he dared not be negligent. He immediately circulated his soul power, and a barely perceptible halo appeared around his body as he prepared to deal with the situation.

Of course, this wariness wasn't directed at Naxida, but at the Blue Buddha in front of him. After all, being "talked about" by Naxida like this, he was genuinely worried that this straightforward girl might act impulsively and cause some trouble.

However, Lan Fuzi did not show the shock or anger that Nan Fusheng had expected; instead, a strange expression appeared on her face.

She paused for a moment, then slowly knelt down, reached out, and gently placed her hand on Naxita's forehead. It was slightly cool to the touch, nothing seemed amiss. She frowned and murmured to herself, "Little sister, are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"

"Huh?" Nasita was taken aback by this sudden action. Her small hands, which had been covering her cheeks, unconsciously fell down, and her deep green eyes, as clear as a deep pool, were filled with confusion.

She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, staring intently at Lan Fuzi, her small face clearly showing confusion as to "why this reaction?"

Even though he had already revealed his identity as his "wife," why did the other party not only not question him, but instead start to care about his health?

Seeing Naxida's blank expression, Lan Fuzi examined her closely for a few more moments. Noticing that aside from a slightly flushed cheek, her breathing was steady and her eyes clear, she didn't seem ill. Relieved, Lan Fuzi withdrew her hand, her tone becoming even gentler:

"Little sister, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? Or...did you hear some joke?"

She paused, her gaze shifting between Nasita and Nan Fusheng before finally settling on Nasita. She said softly, "At your age, you should be being loved by your parents at home. You can't just go with strangers, and you certainly can't make up relationships with strangers."

Although she had only known Nan Fusheng for a few days, Lan Fuzi was already furious with his occasional rude remarks. But if she were to be fair, she had to admit that Nan Fusheng was by no means a bad person.

Yes, Nan Fusheng is a good person.

Although he was a bit glib, had a terrible temper, and was fickle and restless even after having two wives, Lan Fuzi still wanted to say that Nan Fusheng was a good person.

Otherwise, why would he have chosen to save me without hesitation when I was in such a dangerous situation at the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform? You have to understand, they were just strangers who met by chance back then, and they didn't even have any real interaction.

Moreover, when she later hit him due to a misunderstanding, Nan Fusheng never really held it against her. Instead, he invited her to this secluded place to enjoy tea and chat.

Based on all these past experiences, Lan Fuzi silently made a judgment in her heart: Nan Fusheng was at most a bit rude and impulsive, but deep down he was an upright person and would never do anything inappropriate to such a young and vulnerable girl.

She was a bit straightforward, but she wasn't stupid. She wouldn't doubt Nan Fusheng's character just because the little girl in front of her was cute. "Tsk~ boring."

Seeing that things did not develop as she had expected, Naxida simply dropped her shy demeanor and revealed a calmness on her small face that was beyond her years.

She reached out her small hand and gently tugged at Nan Fusheng's sleeve. Her tone returned to its previous softness, but with an undeniable certainty: "Let's go, it's time to go back."

“Okay.” Nan Fusheng took Naxida’s soft little hand, paid for the tea, and walked out of the teahouse.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Upon seeing this, Lan Fuzi subconsciously wanted to chase after him, and his stubbornness for the "truth" resurfaced.

However, just as she lifted her foot, Naxida, who was being led by Nan Fusheng, suddenly stopped and slowly turned around.

Those deep green eyes narrowed slightly, and the shape of a four-leaf clover vaguely appeared in the pupils. His gaze was calm and expressionless, yet it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

"You've taken up enough of his time, little whale~"

Nasita's voice echoed in Lan Fuzi's mind. Although her tone was still soft and sweet, it carried a hint of coldness: "Being too greedy is not a good thing~"

Despite still having that delicate and lovely face, and that same childlike voice, in Lan Fuzi's eyes, Naxida seemed like a completely different person. An invisible pressure surged like a tide, making her gasp for breath.

At that very moment, a pair of enormous four-leaf clover-shaped pupils suddenly appeared within Lan Fuzi's spiritual sea.

Those pupils were deep and majestic, as if they contained the mysteries of the laws of heaven and earth. The mere appearance of them instantly suppressed her spiritual sea.

Even the soul power that reaches the level of a Super Douluo, capable of overturning rivers and seas, is instantly frozen in the meridians like a frozen river, unable to move.

"Gulp~" Lan Fuzi let out a soft sob, and a chilling coldness suddenly exploded from her heart, flowing through her blood and making her feel cold all over.

Her step, which she was about to take, seemed to be filled with a thousand pounds of lead; no matter how hard she tried, she could not take another step.

A powerful sixth sense screamed in her mind, like a resounding alarm bell—she mustn't chase! She absolutely mustn't chase after her! One more step forward, and death awaited her!

The one who gave her this death threat was actually this seemingly innocent and harmless little girl in front of her!

This realization sent a jolt through Lan Fuzi's heart, and an indescribable fear gripped her. She had never imagined that such a frail body could harbor such terrifying power.

Only when Nan Fusheng and Naxi Da's figures gradually disappeared into the distance and at the end of the street corner did the terrifying pressure that had enveloped Lan Fuzi recede like a tide.

"Ha ha--"

Lan Fuzi gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just survived a life-or-death struggle. Her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and her clothes clung tightly to her skin, bringing a chill.

She grabbed the edge of the table beside her to steady her swaying body, her legs still feeling weak.

Lan Fuzi was filled with shock and lingering fear. She never imagined that she had only been on land for a few days after coming from the sea, and that she would actually feel the threat of death and walk on the edge of the gates of hell just because of a seemingly insignificant little thing.

"She saw through my identity! A powerful figure, and very likely on the same level as my mother." Lan Fuzi finally managed to recover, but her face still showed lingering fear.

What left her with lingering fear was not only the almost suffocating pressure, but also the fact that her hidden identity had been exposed by the other party in one breath—the three words "Little Whale" struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

She dared to venture into the human world alone, naturally because she had her own source of confidence. That source was the whale pearl left to her by her father, a treasure containing the primal power of a giant deep-sea whale.

Relying on the power of the whale pearl, she uses a secret technique to conceal her true form. Even a quasi-god level expert would have no chance of easily seeing through her disguise. This is her greatest asset in the human world.

But just now, Nasita's casual remark about "little whale" completely shattered this facade she was so proud of.

What does this mean? Lan Fuzi dared not think too deeply, yet she had no choice but to face this conclusion—unless, the other party's spiritual power had already reached the same level as her mother's Divine Origin Realm!

Only spiritual power that touches the realm of the gods can so easily penetrate the concealment of the Whale Pearl Secret Technique and reach its source.

"Could she also be a soul beast?"

A thought suddenly surfaced in Lan Fuzi's mind, causing her to concentrate and ponder it carefully. She began to recall the power that had suppressed her just now. At first, she only felt utterly terrifying, but now, as she calmed down and savored it, many details gradually became clear.

Since Nasita never made any deliberate attempt to conceal it, the characteristics of that power, when recalled now, were clearly completely different from the soul power of human soul masters, instead carrying the unique primal aura of soul beasts.

However, this aura was completely different from the power of the soul beasts she was familiar with. Lan Fuzi had grown up by the Demon Emperor's side since childhood and was already used to her mother's cold and evil soul power, which was like the eternal night of the deep sea, carrying a chilling aura that devoured everything.

Narcida's power, however, was entirely the opposite. It was a vibrant energy, as if imbued with the spirit of mountains, rivers, and plants. It possessed both the vastness to encompass all things and the vitality to keep growing, forming a stark contrast to her mother's cold and evil power.

This unique power further convinced Lan Fuzi of her guess. Possessing such terrifying spiritual power and carrying the primal aura unique to soul beasts, the other party was most likely not human.

"She should be a soul beast, but Nan Fusheng should be human. How did these two get together?"

One question was answered, but more questions arose. Lan Fuzi gazed in the direction Nan Fusheng and Naxida had left, her eyes filled with complex emotions—fear, doubt, and an indescribable curiosity—the human world seemed far more complex than she had imagined.

……

"It seems that the child was quite frightened by me."

As they walked through the market, Naxida suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the teahouse. A faint smile appeared on her small lips, a smile that contained a hint of childlike cunning, yet also a knowing understanding of everything.

"Honestly, even if you want to scare her, you should at least conceal your presence," Nan Fusheng said, tapping Naxida's head in an annoyed tone.

Nasita playfully stuck out her tongue, her tone as light and cheerful as a deer leaping through the forest: "But that's what makes it more interesting. I remember someone once said: when a girl becomes curious about you, that's the beginning of her defenses crumbling."

She tilted her little face up, her deep green eyes sparkling. "Look, she saw us like this, and she'll probably become a little curious about you. I'm actually helping you make things happen."

Nan Fusheng shrugged and said, "Then I really thank you."

“Simply saying thank you isn’t enough.” Nasita suddenly stopped, stretched out her arms towards Nan Fusheng, making a gesture as if she wanted a hug, and said in a coquettish tone that left no room for refusal, “I want you to carry me.”

"Okay." Nan Fusheng smiled helplessly and squatted down as instructed.

Nasita leaped lightly and landed steadily on his shoulder, her movements as nimble as a little squirrel.

Her legs, clad in white over-the-knee socks, dangled at her sides, occasionally brushing against Nan Fusheng's cheek as he stood up, bringing a soft touch.

“Let’s go.” Nasita leaned down slightly, gently rubbing her leg against his cheek, her voice low and laced with a mischievous smile. “Don’t secretly lick me on the way, okay?”

“Who would do that?” Nan Fusheng retorted, then carried her on his back and steadily walked towards the Spirit Pagoda.

(Image of Naxi Da.)
(End of this chapter)