Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 230 This Little Rascal
As soon as she approached Feng Yang, Feng Xue felt a powerful yet warm aura, like a giant mountain. The familiar feeling flowing deep in her blood instantly put her at ease, as if she had found the safest harbor.

"Daddy!" Feng Xue hugged Feng Yang's neck tightly and shouted excitedly.

"Hmm?" Feng Yang responded, gently stroking his daughter's hair, his eyes full of love.

"I heard people in the palace say that my daddy is a god! Are you really a god?" The little girl's eyes were wide open as she curiously looked at Feng Yang, her appearance so cute that one couldn't help but want to pinch her cheeks.

"Of course," Feng Yang replied with a smile, his tone filled with the pride of a father.

“But you look just like us, you don’t have three heads and six arms!” Feng Xue tilted her head, looking confused. The gods in her mind probably had strange appearances, but she didn’t expect her father to look so ordinary.

These innocent words once again drew laughter from everyone, which echoed throughout the palace, filling it with warmth and joy. The longing of three years of separation and the joy of reunion were all blended into this strong atmosphere of family affection.

The melodious sounds of string and bamboo instruments flowed slowly through the palace.

A group of palace maids, dressed in uniform and with beautiful faces, entered in single file with light and orderly steps.

They held exquisite trays steadily in their hands, which were filled with all kinds of mouthwatering delicacies.

Meanwhile, the palace chefs bustled about, working together to serve the steaming, exquisitely presented dishes to the spacious dining tables.

A plate of bright red and fragrant roast duck is gently placed on the corner of the table. The glistening duck skin looks as if it has been carefully coated with an enticing honey color, making one's mouth water.

Next, a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings was served. The thin, translucent dumpling skin wrapped around tender and plump shrimp meat, with the juices inside faintly visible, as if they were about to burst out of the skin at any moment.

And then there's the golden-yellow squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, its body cleverly cut into decorative patterns. After being deep-fried, it rises high, resembling a nimble squirrel. Drizzled with a sweet and sour sauce, its aroma instantly fills the entire room.

One dish after another was served, each exquisitely presented, like a work of art.

The steamed sea bass is garnished with bright green scallions and bright red goji berries, creating a harmonious color combination.

The Jade White Jade Rolls are made by wrapping tender meat filling with fresh vegetables, and have a unique shape.

The Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish is rich and diverse in ingredients. Precious ingredients such as abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin are faintly visible in the rich broth, exuding a mellow and tempting aroma that is intoxicating just to smell.

The palace maids and chefs worked together seamlessly and efficiently, and in no time, the once somewhat empty dining table was filled with a dazzling array of delicious food.

Feng Yang didn't eat much for three days in the God Realm.

"Let's eat first," he suggested with a smile, his voice tinged with eagerness.

"it is good!"

The girls responded crisply, instantly shifting the focus of the lively discussion about cultivation.

But just as they were about to sit down, a problem arose: everyone was eagerly anticipating sitting right next to Feng Yang.

And so, another lively argument broke out.

Xiao Wu is still the fastest.

He dashed to the seat to Feng Yang's right, plopped down, and proudly shook his head: "I'm the fastest, this seat is mine!"

"You shameless woman. You sat next to your husband for so long and I didn't say anything to you. Now you want to sit next to your husband again."

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Ning Rongrong was not about to back down, so she quickly ran to Feng Yang's left and was about to sit down.

But Meng Yiran dodged first.

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

"Meng Yiran, how could you do this? I was about to sit down!"

Huo Wu put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Don't fight over it! I want to sit next to Feng Yang too!" As she spoke, she tried to pull Xiao Wu up.

Xiao Wu clung tightly to the chair, refusing to let go, and kept shouting, "No, no, I got it first!"

Dugu Yan sneered from the side: "All you know is how to fight. Stop arguing, let whoever is stronger sit."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment, but then they started arguing again about who was stronger. For a time, they argued back and forth, creating a heated debate.

Feng Yang looked at the scene before him, feeling both annoyed and amused; it was just like before.

He stood up and clapped his hands. "Stop arguing. Today, everyone will take turns sitting next to me. Everyone has a chance."

"Daddy, I want to sit in your lap."

Feng Xue tilted her head back, her eyes wide and round, looking at Feng Yang with anticipation, as if she were about to cry if Feng Yang didn't agree.

"it is good."

Without hesitation, Feng Yang's face instantly lit up with an extremely doting smile. He gently bent down and steadily pulled Feng Xue into his arms.

His movements were gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting his precious daughter, and his eyes were filled with an overwhelming love.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue pretended to be annoyed, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.

“My daughter is better than me; I’ve never sat in your lap while eating.”

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Upon hearing this, Feng Xue, like a little adult, turned her head and glared at Qian Renxue.

Those round eyes were filled with a smug little pride in having his father all to himself.

His glare, with its endearing clumsy expression, made everyone burst into laughter again.

Inside the palace, the warm atmosphere grew even stronger, with laughter rising and falling, leaving only the beauty and joy of this reunion.

The dinner party officially started.

Feng Yang, holding Feng Xue, sat steadily in the main seat. Palace maids moved about in an orderly fashion, filling everyone's wine cups with fine wine.

Feng Yang picked up his wine glass, his gaze slowly sweeping over the group of beloved girls in front of him.

Each of their faces was deeply imprinted in his heart.

"My girls, let's have a drink together."

Upon hearing this, the girls' eyes welled up with tears, deeply moved.

Three years passed, a long and arduous period. Each of them struggled to move forward in their own lives, yet they always kept Feng Yang in their hearts.

On countless quiet nights, they gazed at the bright moon, longing for him far away, imagining the scene of their reunion.

At this moment, my dream has come true. Feng Yang is right in front of me. I call out to them, "My girls."

This simple name carries endless love and affection.

They just want to be their husbands' girls forever.
"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The girls' voices mingled together, clear and resonant.

They raised their glasses high, the glistening liquid shimmering under the light, like tears welling in their eyes.

The clinking of wine glasses produced a melodious sound, a symphony of happiness, a symphony of their reunion.

Wine, when it enters a sorrowful heart, turns into tears of longing; but when it enters a joyful heart, it is filled with sweetness and happiness.

They drank it all in one gulp, feeling the warmth of the wine, just like the love Feng Yang gave them, warm and passionate, flowing through every part of their bodies and seeping into the deepest part of their souls.

"Husband, where will you sleep tonight?"

Xiao Wu's cheeks were flushed, her big, watery eyes staring straight at Feng Yang. Her voice was soft and sweet, but with a hint of urgency. The slightly upturned tone at the end seemed to have a hook, gently tugging at Feng Yang's heartstrings.

She had just had a little wine, and an alluring blush rose on her fair skin, just like a beautiful peach blossom blooming in spring.

"Look at this little slut, she's only had a few sips of wine and she's already so impatient?"

(End of this chapter)