Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 231 One Night, Seven Weeks

"Husband, where will you sleep tonight?" Xiao Wu asked, her cheeks flushed.

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

Ning Rongrong lightly covered the corner of her mouth, her eyes brimming with laughter. Although her words were teasing, her slightly forward-leaning body and the expectant look in her eyes when she looked at Feng Yang clearly revealed her own little thoughts.

Dressed in a gorgeous gown, she had lost her usual dignified and reserved demeanor. With the effects of the wine, she exuded a unique and alluring charm.

"Of course you'll sleep with me!"

Huo Wu suddenly stood up, hands on her hips, her red hair wildly flowing, her eyes burning with intense passion, as if Feng Yang was determined to have her tonight.

She has a straightforward personality and can never keep things to herself. All the longing she has felt over the past three years has now turned into this direct and passionate struggle.

"Follow me!"

Zhu Zhuqing was usually aloof and taciturn, but at this moment she couldn't hold back any longer. She parted her thin lips and uttered these two short and powerful words.

She clenched her fists slightly, her knuckles turning white. Although she was just standing there quietly, the aura she exuded revealed her inner urgency. Her cold gaze was fixed on Feng Yang, as if she wanted to hold him back with her eyes.

"My husband! I've learned a new trick!"

Dugu Yan leaned against the table, her eyes alluring, her voice so soft it could melt hearts. She gently twirled the wine glass in her hand, glancing at Feng Yang with a half-smile, the deliberately drawn-out tone carrying an irresistible allure that stirred the imagination.

The girls chattered amongst themselves.

Three years of longing surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, completely overwhelming their reason.

Their hearts and eyes were only on Feng Yang, and they no longer cared about their usual reserve and shyness. They had no scruples at all and were focused on vying for Feng Yang's company tonight. The scene was so intense that it was almost out of control.

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“We can go together,” Feng Yang said.

"what?"

"Husband!"

Are you sure you can?

"I'm just afraid you'll be bedridden for three days, hahaha."

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Feng Yang's previous guess has come true!

He was covered in girls.

Seven days later.
Even a god couldn't withstand the onslaught of these ferocious girls!
They could wear down an iron pestle.

“I’ve been in the mortal realm long enough. This time I can bring two girls to the divine realm,” Feng Yang said.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bombshell, instantly exploding among the girls.

Before, it was just fooling around; now, the real battle is about to begin!

They might even directly activate their martial souls and start a fight.

"Stop it all!"

Feng Yang had no choice but to use his authority to suppress them.

This finally made them stop.

"This time, we will still choose to use the lottery method to ensure fairness and impartiality!"

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The girls all looked at him, their eyes filled with both resentment and a hint of expectation. They seemed to be weighing whether this seemingly fair method could truly determine their fate.

“Qian Renxue will draw the lots, and I will draw one.”

Feng Yang spoke calmly, his gaze slowly sweeping over each girl present. His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The girls exchanged glances, but none of them raised any objections.

After all, Qian Renxue had not included herself in this opportunity to go to the God Realm.

As the empress of the Huaxia Empire, she bore the heavy responsibility of governing such a vast empire, making it difficult for her to extricate herself.

For at least the next ten years, she will have to stay here and diligently handle the affairs of the empire.

She had already planned in her heart that when her daughter Fengxue grew up and had enough ability and responsibility, she would hand over the empire to her and let her continue to rule the Chinese Empire.

Of course, other children who demonstrate more outstanding talents during their growth are also candidates to be considered.

Amidst the complex emotions of the crowd, the girls' name tags were neatly placed face down on the table, one after another.

Those small name tags, at this moment, seem to bear a heavy burden, pressing down on everyone's heart.

Their breathing became increasingly tense and rapid, as if every breath of air had become incredibly precious.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Feng Yang's hands. He slowly raised his hand and gently brushed it over the name tags one by one. Every movement seemed to pluck at the heartstrings of everyone present.

Finally, as if making up his mind, Feng Yang casually picked up one of the many name tags. Everyone held their breath; the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Feng Yang slowly turned over the name tag, which clearly read—Xiao Wu.

"Ahhh!"

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, then burst into an extremely excited scream, the sound of which seemed to pierce the roof.

She was so happy she was practically beside herself, her face beaming with an incredibly radiant smile, like a flower in full bloom, constantly calling out, "Husband, husband."

She called out as she skipped and hopped toward Feng Yang, her joyful appearance resembling that of a bird that had regained its freedom.

The other girls' expressions froze instantly; their expectant eyes dimmed, replaced by jealousy and displeasure.

Their lips trembled slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but they swallowed it back and could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wu was immersed in joy.

Feng Yang gently patted Xiao Wu's shoulder to calm her down, then reached out to the table again, ready to draw the second spot.

The girls, who had just calmed down a little, were jolted awake again, their breathing becoming rapid once more. Feng Yang's hand lingered on the remaining name tags for a moment before finally picking one up. The moment he flipped it over, the name on it was—Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong first stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe her eyes. After confirming that it was true, she cheered excitedly, just like Xiao Wu.

She covered her mouth with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes with emotion, and then jumped directly into Feng Yang's arms.
On the other girls' faces, disappointment, like a heavy gloom, pressed down, impossible to conceal.

The light that had been shining in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by endless loss and sorrow.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, each glistening teardrop dangling precariously from her long eyelashes, as if they would spill over at the slightest blink.

Xiao Wu was overjoyed. Holding Ning Rongrong's hand, she jumped and skipped around Feng Yang, her laughter clear and melodious, like the cheerful chirping of birds in the forest.

That laughter, however, was like a series of sharp knives, piercing straight into the hearts of the other girls.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lower lip tightly. Her face, which was originally cold and aloof, was now full of loneliness. She turned her head slightly away, not wanting anyone to see the tears in her eyes, but her trembling shoulders still betrayed the sadness in her heart.

Huo Wu's once vibrant red hair now seemed to have lost its vitality, drooping limply over her shoulders. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white, but could only watch helplessly as Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong stood beside Feng Yang, her heart filled with resentment and grievances churning within her.

Dugu Yan leaned against the wall, staring blankly ahead, tears finally sliding down her cheeks, leaving two clear tear tracks.

She murmured to herself, her voice filled with bitterness: "Why not me..."

The sound was as soft as a sigh in the wind, and it quickly dissipated into the noisy room.

(End of this chapter)