Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 247 is incredibly sophisticated.
Mo Lingyun crawled inching towards the little bird across the uneven ground, using both hands and feet. The wind howled, tearing at her clothes, and each step seemed to drain all her strength. Finally reaching it, she trembled as she gently cradled the unconscious bird, its body still warm, in her hands, her care as if she were holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

At this moment, the four-eyed azure ox behind her revealed its ferocious nature, radiating a chilling aura of killing intent. Its two enormous eyes burned with a raging, savage flame, showing no mercy whatsoever. With a powerful push of its thick limbs, its massive body, like a roaring cannonball, charged viciously towards Mo Lingyun, accompanied by gusts of wind. Mo Lingyun felt the ground beneath her feet tremble violently from the force of the impact, as if the earth were about to collapse. She slowly turned her head, her heart instantly gripped by an invisible hand, a chilling despair shooting from her toes to the top of her head.

Overwhelmed by helplessness and fear, she slowly closed her eyes, instinctively raising her hands to cover them tightly. Her mind went blank; she had given up resisting and could only passively wait for death's cold scythe to fall mercilessly.

Inside the barrier, some of those who witnessed this shocking scene couldn't bear to look and quickly turned their heads away; others raised their hands to cover their eyes, but a sliver of light still peeked through their fingers, both afraid to see the bloody and cruel scene and unable to resist wanting to confirm the final outcome.

Just as the massive body of the Four-Eyed Azure Ox was about to crash heavily into Mo Lingyun's delicate and seemingly vulnerable body, a dazzling blue light, as if from the heavens, flashed past her like lightning. The light was so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes for a moment. The Four-Eyed Azure Ox's massive body swept straight past, but it seemed to have struck an invisible yet incredibly resilient mass of air. The powerful recoil caused its body to lurch violently, its four hooves digging two deep furrows in the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The next second, an extravagantly dressed man appeared without warning. He wore a long robe shimmering with iridescent light, embroidered with mysterious patterns. With each step he took, the gems and threads on the robe reflected a dreamlike glow. He seemed to radiate a soft and sacred light, every movement exuding an otherworldly aura, like a god descending to earth. With a swift and fluid motion, he gently embraced Mo Lingyun, his graceful figure tracing a perfect arc in the air, appearing three meters away in the blink of an eye, as if walking on air, unbound by the rules of the mortal world.

"what?!"

"what?!"

"what?!"

In an instant, the common people erupted like a powder keg, screaming in terror. Their eyes widened in disbelief, their mouths gaping open as if they could fit an egg inside, as if they were witnessing the most unbelievable and unimaginable scene in the world. Everyone was shocked: Mo Lingyun had actually been saved!

Mo Lingyun, initially filled with despair and quietly awaiting death, did not feel the expected excruciating pain. Instead, a warmth, like the gentle spring sun, enveloped her, as if she were being held firmly in the embrace of a majestic yet tender mountain. Mo Lingyun was filled with confusion and felt very strange. Under this warm embrace, her tense nerves gradually relaxed, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In that critical moment, Mo Lingyun slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, revealing a face very close to hers. The features were exquisitely defined, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards to her temples, and deep, sharp eyes that shone like cold stars. Her cold expression conveyed a chilling indifference that kept people at a distance, yet she exuded a powerful aura as majestic as a mountain, making people unconsciously want to rely on her, as if everything in the world could be steadily supported in her presence.

Before Mo Lingyun could recover from the initial shock, she caught a glimpse of the four-eyed azure ox gathering its strength once more. Its muscles were taut, radiating boundless frenzy and killing intent, like a giant cannonball being reloaded and fired, charging madly towards them. Mo Lingyun's eyes widened instantly, terror gripping her heart. It felt as if an invisible hand was choking her. The word "be careful" lingered on her tongue, but before she could utter it, a flash of light appeared before her eyes, and the man who had been holding her steadily vanished like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The next second, Mo Lingyun felt the ground beneath her feet suddenly rise, and a cold wind whistled past her ears. When she looked around, still shaken, she found herself atop a slightly elevated mountain ridge. The man stood beside her, his figure as upright as a pine tree. Mo Lingyun was completely stunned. The young man before her had a youthful face and appeared to be about her age, yet the strength he had just displayed was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, far beyond the reach of a Title Douluo, completely surpassing her understanding of the world's powerful figures. Where did this person come from? What earth-shattering secret did he harbor?
The man's eyes were lowered, his cold, almost tangible gaze sweeping casually over the still-roaring four-eyed azure ox below. Then, he bent down slightly, his movements gentle yet undeniably firm, gently placing Mo Lingyun's delicate body on the solid ground. Immediately afterward, he flicked his arm, releasing an invisible burst of energy. In that instant, the slender azure sword that had hung quietly at Mo Lingyun's waist seemed to be infused with a vibrant soul, humming as it broke free from its sheath, tracing a beautiful arc through the air like a shooting star before landing steadily in the man's long, powerful palm. The moment the man grasped the hilt, his aura seemed to surge once more. Every subtle movement was incredibly fluid and unrestrained, as natural as flowing water, yet so handsome it was impossible to look away, leaving a deep imprint on Mo Lingyun's heart.

"Roar—!!" The four-eyed azure ox, seemingly toyed with, let out a ferocious roar that shook the surrounding air, its voice filled with rage and resentment. Its four eyes were now completely filled with crimson fury, like four raging flames, and the breath it exhaled from its nostrils carried a dense killing intent, spreading like a tangible mist. With a powerful push from its hind legs, its massive body leaped high into the air, like a towering mountain rising from the ground, charging fiercely towards the man. In the instant of its leap, its enormous body blotted out the sky, completely enveloping the man in a terrifying shadow.

However, facing this seemingly catastrophic attack, the man remained calm and composed, showing no sign of alarm. He unhurriedly raised his azure sword, its blade gleaming coldly like a bolt of lightning in a freezing night. Just as the four-eyed azure ox lunged forward, its foul stench almost engulfing him, the man suddenly exerted force in his wrist, flicking it slightly. In an instant, an incomparably sharp sword aura tore through the air, surging forth with a world-shattering force.

puff~

With a muffled yet chilling sound, the once majestic, seemingly invincible four-eyed azure ox's massive head was effortlessly severed by a seemingly casual sword strike, as easily as a ripe fruit. Crimson blood gushed out like a burst dam, drawing horrifying streaks in the air. Then, its enormous body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, lifeless and dead on the spot. Such a terrifying display of power caused Mo Lingyun to gasp again, her heart pounding violently in her chest as if it would burst.

After slaying the giant beast, the man slowly turned around, his gaze piercing, meeting the eyes of the still-shaken Mo Lingyun. While Mo Lingyun was still reeling from the shock, the man suddenly and unexpectedly hurled his slender sword upwards. The sword spun rapidly through the air, carrying a chilling aura, like a bolt of blue lightning, shooting straight towards Mo Lingyun. Mo Lingyun was terrified, her face drained of color. Instinctively, she raised her hands to cover her eyes and head, her body instinctively curling up, filled with fear and helplessness.

moment.

Clang!
A crisp, melodious sound, like metal clashing against stone, suddenly rang out. Mo Lingyun slowly lowered her trembling hands and looked closely. She saw the slender blue sword steadily reinserted into its sheath, perfectly still, as if it had never left at all. "..."

The man remained calm, his gaze fixed on Mo Lingyun, before taking a step towards her. Each step was steady and powerful, as if he were treading on the ground and also on Mo Lingyun's heart.

"You, you..." Mo Lingyun's voice trembled, her eyes fixed on the faint blue light emanating from the man, the strangely familiar scent lingering in her nostrils. She snapped back to reality, frantically looking down at her chest. The blue flame flower she always wore was nowhere to be seen. As if suddenly grasping a crucial clue, she looked up in astonishment, about to utter a word, but her voice choked with tension.

"My name is Feng Yang." The man's thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and indifferent.

It exudes a high-class vibe.

“Feng Yang?!” Mo Lingyun murmured softly the name she had just learned and which still seemed quite unfamiliar, as if she wanted to engrave it deeply in her heart, chewing over each word repeatedly, trying to find more secrets about the man in front of her from these two simple words.

"Let me take you back to rest first." Feng Yang's voice was deep yet gentle, carrying an undeniable certainty. As soon as he finished speaking, his movements were gentle yet firm, and he reached out again, steadily lifting Mo Lingyun up around the waist. In an instant, Mo Lingyun felt her body lighten as she was held securely in Feng Yang's strong arms.

Feng Yang lightly touched the ground with his feet, and without warning, his entire body shot up like an arrow, soaring straight into the sky. Without any external force, without the dazzling light of a flight soul skill, he simply and incredibly soared freely through the air. A powerful gust of wind howled against them, wildly ruffling Mo Lingyun's hair. She instinctively clutched Feng Yang's clothes, looking up at his cold, handsome profile. At this moment, his features were even clearer against the backdrop of blue sky and white clouds, like a divine sculpture.

Mo Lingyun's heart pounded uncontrollably, as if a fawn were leaping wildly through her chest. In all her past years, she had never seen such a handsome man, so exceptionally powerful. His appearance was like a dazzling shooting star piercing the dark night, instantly illuminating her entire world. "Are you... human or god?" Mo Lingyun murmured involuntarily, her voice carried by the wind, yet reaching Feng Yang's ears with crystal clarity.

"Whatever you take me for, that's what I am." Feng Yang's gaze remained steadfast as he stared ahead, his tone calm yet seemingly containing endless depth, offering this intriguing answer in a soft voice.

Mo Lingyun was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. She could only let Feng Yang hold her as they traveled through the vast sky. Her thoughts had already drifted far away, her heart filled with curiosity and joy for Feng Yang.

Unfortunately, the distance between the two places was too short. Mo Lingyun was still immersed in the warmth and unique scent of Feng Yang's embrace, and before she could fully enjoy it, the short journey was over, and Feng Yang had already brought her to the Yu Ling Sect.

To Mo Lingyun's surprise, Feng Yang acted with remarkable ease, as if he knew the entire layout of the Yu Ling Sect perfectly. He walked straight into the sect and confidently arrived at Mo Lingyun's room. Once inside, he gently placed Mo Lingyun on the bed.

Looking at her familiar surroundings, Mo Lingyun suddenly recalled a scene. In that moment, the man before her had transformed into a blue flame flower, which she had placed in a vase. And during that time, she had been completely unaware, the entire process of her bath being observed by him. Thinking of this, Mo Lingyun felt a rush of heat to her head, instantly blushing and her cheeks burning as if on fire.

A touch of nervousness and shyness crept into her eyes as she stole a glance at Feng Yang. He remained calm and expressionless, as if he had completely forgotten the past. Seeing this, the raging fire of shyness that had burned within Mo Lingyun gradually began to cool…

"Gods... do you know where the pharmacy is? They have Golden Jade there, which can help me recover quickly from my injuries." Mo Lingyun's voice was soft and weak. Although the Yu Ling Sect was quite powerful, strangely, it didn't even have a single support-type Soul Master. Fortunately, the sect had its own pharmacy, stocked with the holy healing item Golden Jade, which was Mo Lingyun's only hope for recovering from her injuries.

Feng Yang's gaze met hers, his deep eyes seeming to hold endless stars. He said softly, "Just call me Feng Yang." With that, he turned and strode quickly towards the pharmacy with steady and firm steps. His back was as upright as a pine tree, and every gesture he made exuded a powerful and reassuring aura, as if he could easily resolve any problem.

(End of this chapter)