Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 232 Hatred Arises
Seeing this scene, Feng Yang felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He sighed softly and stepped forward, wanting to comfort the heartbroken girls.

"Don't be sad, everyone. It's only a matter of time before we can't go together this time."

However, the girls' sobs did not subside at all.

The cries still echoed in the room, rising and falling like a mournful melody, enveloping the entire room in a thick atmosphere of sorrow that lingered for a long time.

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Feng Yang was speechless for a moment, and sighed helplessly. He knew the girls' grievances and resentment, which were obviously not something that could be appeased with a few words.

After all, going to the realm of gods to be with him was their dream, and now that their hopes have been dashed, how could they easily let go?

Qian Renxue stood to the side, her originally aloof face now showing a hint of helplessness and reluctance.

She couldn't bear to watch any longer. She glanced at the girls with a cold expression, her voice calm yet carrying a hint of strength.

"Look at your pretentious behavior. Is that all the ambition you have? Can't you rely on your own strength to ascend to the realm of gods? Then you could be with your husbands, right?"

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Upon hearing this, the girls all looked up, their eyes reddening, and glanced at Qian Renxue with a hint of resentment.

“Your innate soul power is level 20, and you’re almost a Title Douluo now, so of course you’re not in a hurry.” Meng Yiran snorted coldly, her words full of envy and jealousy for Qian Renxue’s unique advantages.

Although her innate soul power was not low, it was far inferior to that of Qian Renxue.

The path of cultivation is much more difficult, and it cannot be made as easy as Qian Renxue makes it sound.

"Exactly! It's easy for you to say when you're not the one suffering."

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Parting is always cruel.
Having ascended to the realm of gods, he must act swiftly to seize control of the entire realm.

Feng Yang stopped being pretentious.

"Qian Renxue, where's your mother?"

“In a secluded place outside the city,” Qian Renxue said.

Initially, Bibi Dong did not want to live in the palace.

He found a place to cultivate himself.

However, she never received the divine test from the Rakshasa God, which prevented her from becoming a god.

Therefore, she is also researching how to create her own divine position, but in terms of strength, she is always a little short.

According to Feng Yang's method, this will take several more years.
This also applies to Poseidon.
Poseidon, the god of the sea, was also unwilling to relinquish his position.

She, Poseidon, was unworthy to inherit her sea god-like status, and Poseidon had to be offered as a sacrifice.

They had no choice but to study creating their own divine positions.

After seeing her again.

Feng Yang retorted, "What? You, Poseidon, are not worthy to inherit his title as the god of the sea? Why must you be offered as a sacrifice?"

In a word!

This directly caused the kind and compassionate Poseidon to begin to hate Poseidon!
Am I, Poseidon, destined to be a sacrifice?
Feng Yang immediately mobilized his spiritual power, and the light around him flowed like stars, dazzling and brilliant.

With one arm around Xiao Wu and the other holding Ning Rongrong's hand, he instantly transformed into a dazzling streak of light and sped towards the God Realm like lightning.

Powerful air currents roared wildly around them, like ferocious beasts trying to stop them.

However, thanks to Feng Yang's powerful divine power protecting them, a transparent and tough light shield tightly enveloped the three of them.

Protected by the light shield, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong felt no hindrance or strain whatsoever. Watching the scenery rush past them, their hands, which had been slightly clenched with tension, gradually relaxed. During their journey, the immense pressure from the continent felt like an invisible, colossal force.

But in the face of Feng Yang's divine power, these pressures were nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree.

The protective barrier steadily resisted the external pressure, allowing them to move forward smoothly as if they were in an empty field.

After an unknown amount of time, the light before them grew increasingly dazzling, and then a soft glow enveloped them.

The next moment, the three of them were standing steadily on the plane of the God Realm.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong slowly opened their eyes, which had been slightly closed due to the bright light, and were speechless with astonishment at the scene before them.

The sky above the divine realm displayed a strange array of colors, sometimes a dreamlike purple, sometimes a dazzling gold, vibrant and ever-changing. Clouds of various shapes floated in the sky, some like gentle sheep, others like galloping horses, moving slowly in the gentle breeze.

In the distance, the rolling mountains shimmered with an eerie light, as if they were adorned with the most precious gems. At the foot of the mountains, fields of flowers vied for attention, their vibrant colors releasing a captivating fragrance that enchanted all who beheld them.

Xiao Wu covered her mouth with both hands in excitement, her eyes sparkling with joy: "Is this...is this the realm of gods? It's so beautiful, it's like a dream!"

Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly, her face beaming with delight: "I never imagined the God Realm would be so magical, completely different from what we imagined!"

"Moreover, I feel this divine power making every cell in my body throb."

"Could it be that being in the realm of gods means our cultivation can also improve rapidly?"

Both girls looked at Feng Yang with wide eyes.

“Of course,” Feng Yang said.

Yang, carrying Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, sped along like a black lightning bolt, tearing through layers of void and passing through heaven after heaven, finally arriving at the Lord of the Seventh Heaven.

A magnificent blue flame temple came into view, its entire body radiating a deep blue light, like a huge sapphire, shimmering with a mysterious and majestic aura under the sunlight.

At the entrance of the temple stood a familiar figure—the God of Flowing Clouds.

She wore a long, snow-white dress, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, adorned with a few pale blue flowers. A gentle breeze blew, causing the flowers to sway softly and release a delicate fragrance.

Her skin was as smooth and delicate as white jade, and her eyes were like a clear spring, crystal clear and exuding an ethereal aura.

"Husband, is she your maid?" Xiao Wu asked, blinking her big, watery eyes with a dazed look.

She tilted her head, her eyes filled with curiosity, as if waiting for Feng Yang's answer.

"Wow! Even the maids are so beautiful, they look like ethereal beings." Ning Rongrong couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hahaha." Feng Yang couldn't help but burst into laughter as he looked at their innocent and naive appearance.

The God of Flowing Clouds immediately looked displeased.

She frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, and said coquettishly, "I am a Level Two Flowing Cloud God! Who is his maid!"

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Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong then realized they had said the wrong thing, and their faces immediately flushed red.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Sister Flowing Cloud Goddess, we didn't mean to."

The God of Flowing Clouds looked at Feng Yang.

"Is this your wife from the mortal realm?"

"correct."

"Her cultivation level looks a bit low," Ning Rongrong said, deliberately sizing up Xiao Wu.

(End of this chapter)