Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 248 Is this sect very strong?
After Mo Lingyun took the Golden Jade, its medicinal power surged rapidly through her meridians, its effects like a flash of lightning in the dark night, instantly illuminating her dim vitality. In just a few minutes, her body, which had been limp and weak, as if its bones had been removed, miraculously regained its strength. She first shakily propped herself up, then took a deep breath, slowly moved her legs to the edge of the bed, and steadily got off.

As soon as she was able to move around, she didn't bother to tidy her slightly messy hair.

She quickly turned around and looked around, immediately noticing the little bird, Flower Spirit. At this moment, Flower Spirit was curled up in a corner, its feathers ruffled, its body trembling painfully, each tremor seeming to tear at Mo Lingyun's heart.

Mo Lingyun was frantic, her heart gripped as if by an invisible hand. Without a second thought, she rushed out of the room like a gust of wind, heading straight for the Spirit Garden. Inside, colorful fairy flowers swayed in the breeze, and spirit fruits emitted a soft glow, but she had no heart to appreciate the beauty. Her gaze was urgent, like a traveler searching for light in the darkness, frantically searching among the various exotic flowers and fruits. Finally, she found the fairy fruit that would greatly benefit the Flower Spirit's injuries. The fruit, like a dazzling pearl, radiated an alluring glow among the leaves. She carefully reached out, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world, gently plucked the fruit, and then ran back to the house, her heart burning with anxiety, to feed the little bird, the Flower Spirit.

After Xiaoniao Hualing consumed the immortal fruit, a glimmer of light gradually returned to her eyes, which had been as dull as death, and her painful trembling slowly subsided. Mo Lingyun breathed a long sigh of relief, her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing, and a smile of contentment, like the warm spring sun, appeared on her face.

"Feng Yang," Mo Lingyun softly parted her lips, addressing Feng Yang by his name for the first time. Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a hint of awkwardness and shyness, as she had never called him that before. "Thank you so much today, otherwise, I would definitely be dead today." Her words were full of gratitude, and her eyes sparkled with a special light.

"You're welcome." Feng Yang's expression was calm, like a bottomless pool of ice. He responded lightly, then turned around without hesitation and walked outside with steady steps. He knew perfectly well that this woman must have many questions. If he stayed any longer, he would be overwhelmed by a series of questions. It was better to leave as soon as possible and have some peace and quiet.

Watching Feng Yang's resolute departure, his aloof and detached figure seemingly detached from the world, Mo Lingyun couldn't help but sigh inwardly: How aloof.
"Huh?" Feng Yang had just stepped outside when he bumped into Mo Shan. Mo Shan's eyes were sharp as he looked Feng Yang up and down, his gaze full of suspicion. He questioned, "Who are you, kid? What are you doing in our Yu Ling Sect?"

Upon hearing the sound, Mo Lingyun rushed out like a startled deer, her expression anxious. She quickly said, "Grandpa, don't be rude!" With that, she strode to Mo Shan's side and pulled the bewildered man aside. Her expression was excited, her eyes sparkling, and she whispered, "Grandpa, let me tell you, this person is like a god descended to earth." Mo Lingyun vividly recounted how Feng Yang had saved her.

Upon hearing this, Mo Shan's expression of surprise deepened, and his previously skeptical gaze instantly transformed into one of solemn respect. He hurriedly cupped his hands towards Feng Yang and said respectfully, "So you saved my granddaughter's life. I thank you in gratitude."

Feng Yang remained indifferent, merely glancing at Mo Shan with his lips tightly pressed together, uttering not a sound. Then, his gaze fell upon Mo Lingyun's face, his tone as calm as a still lake, as he asked, "When are you going to cook? I'm hungry."

Mo Shan: "."

"I'm coming right away!" Mo Lingyun's eyes lit up instantly, and a sweet smile, seemingly capable of dispelling all the gloom in the world, appeared on her lips. She turned and skipped towards the kitchen, her steps as light as a joyful little rabbit. At this moment, she was filled with both joy and worry. She was happy that Feng Yang didn't seem to have any intention of leaving immediately, but worried about what his purpose was in coming here, and where he came from. Feng Yang exuded a mysterious aura, and his personality was so aloof that she couldn't find an opportunity to ask him more questions. Even so, standing beside Feng Yang, Mo Lingyun inexplicably felt a strong sense of security, as if he were someone sent by heaven to protect her and accompany her as she grew up. Now that Feng Yang said he wanted to eat, it meant he would stay, and Mo Lingyun felt a warm glow in her heart, both at ease and happy.

Seeing Feng Yang's unapproachable demeanor, Mo Shan didn't want to make a fool of himself, so he followed Mo Lingyun to the kitchen. He frowned, his face full of doubt, and asked, "Granddaughter, did this guy really save you?"

"Really." Mo Lingyun answered affirmatively without looking up as she skillfully selected fresh ingredients.

"He doesn't look like a master to me at all." Mo Shan shook his head, his eyes full of doubt and his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"Isn't this what a master looks like?" Mo Lingyun stopped what she was doing, turned around, and retorted with an incredulous look on her face, her eyes full of protectiveness towards Feng Yang.

"Where do you look like a master?" Mo Shan pressed, his tone tinged with stubbornness.

"Don't you think that all masters are aloof?" Mo Lingyun blinked and said seriously, trying to gain some recognition for Feng Yang from her grandfather.

"..." Mo Shan was speechless for a moment. After a pause, he scoffed and said, "If I act aloof, am I an expert too? Besides, this kind of person is just withdrawn. Either he has a problem with his upbringing or his personality. I think we should just finish our meal and send him away. After all, someone as young as him can't be that good. He might just be here to seduce women."

"..." Upon hearing this, Mo Lingyun's face instantly flushed red, like the sunset on the horizon. The scene from last night involuntarily flashed through her mind; Feng Yang seemed to have seen her naked. She bit her lip lightly and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, please don't talk nonsense! He really is strong!"

"Very strong? Then tell me how many spirit rings he has?" Mo Shan raised an eyebrow and continued to ask relentlessly, trying to judge Feng Yang's strength based on his own understanding.

"It seems not." Mo Lingyun lowered her head slightly and said softly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"No?" Mo Shan raised his voice, his face full of surprise, and his eyes filled with even more suspicion.

"Alright, Grandpa, his strength is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, so please don't interfere. This is between him and me." Mo Lingyun said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt, her eyes flashing with stubbornness.

"..." Mo Shan shook his head helplessly and said with a stern face, "Hmph, you'll regret this someday."

"..." Mo Lingyun ignored her grandfather and busied herself with her work. She carefully selected the ingredients, each one seemingly imbued with a special mission in her hands. She was determined to cook all her best dishes. She secretly thought to herself, "I must win Feng Yang's heart through his stomach; perhaps then I can keep him by my side."

Inside the kitchen, smoke rose from the stove, and Mo Lingyun, like a graceful fairy, devoted herself wholeheartedly to cooking. First, she washed the carefully selected, tender spirit chicken and skillfully chopped it into even pieces. She heated a wok, poured in clear spirit oil, and waited until it was just the right temperature. Then she added scallions, ginger, and garlic, instantly filling the air with a rich aroma that stimulated the senses. She added the chicken, stir-fried it briefly until the skin turned golden and crispy, then added her secret sauce and spirit spring water to simmer. Soon, the rich aroma of the spirit chicken soup permeated every corner of the kitchen.

Next, Mo Lingyun began preparing a vegetable platter. The various vegetables she had picked from the Spirit Garden were vibrant in color: jade-green spirit melons, rosy pink spirit eggplants, and golden spirit peppers. She sliced ​​the spirit melons thinly, carved the spirit eggplants into delicate flowers, garnished the peppers with shredded chili peppers, and paired them with translucent lotus root slices. She then drizzled on a sweet and sour spirit vinegar sauce, and a platter of vegetables resembling a work of art was complete. Next came the spirit fish. The fish was incredibly delicious. She carefully removed the scales and innards, made a few cuts on the fish, and evenly coated it with salt and spices before placing it in a steamer. As the steam rose, the aroma of the spirit fish intensified. After steaming, she drizzled on a fragrant soy sauce made with hot oil, the aroma of which was truly captivating.

Dishes were laid out on the table, and Mo Lingyun, her forehead beaded with sweat from exhaustion, her hair slightly disheveled, couldn't hide the anticipation in her eyes. She invited Feng Yang to the table, then sat beside him, her hands supporting her chin, her gaze fixed intently on him. Her eyes were filled with nervousness and expectation, like a child waiting for their teacher to grade their homework, hoping for Feng Yang's approval of their culinary skills. Each dish was infused with her heart and soul; she hoped that Feng Yang's satisfied expression would follow, as if that were the best response to all her efforts and dedication.

Feng Yang tasted a bite of the dish on the table, nodded slightly, and parted his thin lips to utter two words: "Not bad." His voice was like the first gentle breeze of spring, soft yet powerful, brushing against Mo Lingyun's heart.

Mo Lingyun's hands, which had been slightly clenched due to nervousness, instantly relaxed, and her previously uneasy eyes suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light. The corners of her mouth uncontrollably turned up high, and the smile spread from her eyes to her entire face, just like a beautiful flower blooming freely in the spring breeze.

"Really? You really think it's delicious?" Mo Lingyun asked impatiently, her voice full of joy and surprise, looking like a child who had received a favorite gift, her eyes sparkling with lively light.

Before Feng Yang could answer, she began to chatter on and on: "I'm so happy! I put a lot of thought into making these dishes. I specially selected the freshest and tenderest spirit chicken, and I carefully prepared the sauce. I also spent a lot of time arranging the spirit vegetable platter, hoping it would suit your taste." As she spoke, she gestured excitedly, her excitement overflowing.

Watching his granddaughter's behavior, Mo Shan shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself, "This girl is usually so calm and collected, but she becomes a completely different person when she's with this kid."

"Feng Yang, eat a little longer, I'll go make up a bed for you in the guest room." Mo Lingyun's eyebrows curved into smiles, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze. As soon as she spoke, without waiting for Feng Yang's reply, she ran out like a cheerful little deer, her skirt swaying gently with her movements.

Night had completely enveloped the earth, and moonlight poured down like water, draping the entire Yu Ling Sect in a silvery veil. The flowers and plants in the courtyard swayed in the moonlight, like a group of tranquil, sleeping spirits.

Inside the guest room, Mo Lingyun lit an oil lamp. The dim, yellow light swayed gently in the breeze, casting her shadow on the wall and outlining a soft silhouette. She first laid the clean sheets flat on the bed, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle, then placed the soft bedding on top, and even patted the pillows to make them fluffy and comfortable.

After finishing all this, Mo Lingyun didn't leave immediately. Instead, she walked to the windowsill and slowly sat down. The moonlight outside the window shone down on her without reservation, and her hair shimmered with a faint luster in the moonlight. She took out an exquisite booklet, dipped her brush in ink, and gently touched the paper with the tip of the brush, beginning to carefully record the details of the day.

"Today, I encountered a great calamity, but was fortunate enough to be rescued by Feng Yang. He was like a god descending to earth, stepping forward in the time of crisis and turning the tide. His heroic figure and his decisive actions are deeply imprinted in my heart. Afterwards, I cooked for him, and his simple 'not bad' filled me with joy. Perhaps this is fate's arrangement, letting him enter my life and bring endless surprises and warmth... April 15th." Mo Lingyun murmured to herself as she wrote, a sweet smile always on her lips.

The next morning, the gentle sunlight streamed into the courtyard of the Yuling Sect. Feng Yang stood leisurely in the courtyard, basking in the sun with contentment. He stood tall and straight, like an ancient pine tree, letting the sunlight pour over him, exuding an aura of detachment from the world.

Mo Lingyun was not far away, holding a rag and pretending to wipe the window. Then she picked up a broom and swept the floor half-heartedly. However, her mind was not on these tasks at all. Her clear eyes kept sneaking glances at Feng Yang, her gaze seemingly drawn to him by a magnet, never looking away for a moment. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a hint of shyness and joy.

Just then, footsteps approached. Several men in matching uniforms climbed the steps and came into view. The man in the lead called out, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Mo Lingyun looked in the direction of the voice, her gaze falling on their attire. She murmured to herself, "These are disciples of the Divine Spirit Pavilion, wearing the Divine Spirit Pavilion's totem." With that, she straightened her clothes, gracefully approached them, her expression wary, and asked, "What is it?"

The disciple raised his chin slightly, his tone tinged with arrogance, and said, "Our sect leader said that if you want our Divine Spirit Pavilion to protect the five lands of the Spirit Control Sect, please contribute the methods of the herb garden and the cultivation of spirit fruits."

"What?!" Mo Lingyun's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes filled with shock and anger. "As the head of various sects, it is only natural for the Pavilion Master of the Divine Spirit Pavilion to help each other. Why is he making such an unreasonable request?"

The disciple's lips curled into a mocking smile as he replied flippantly, "Since we're helping each other out, shouldn't the Spirit Control Sect also contribute something? Alright, I'm just passing on the message. After all, spirit beasts are rampant right now. I heard that a city in the southern part of the world has been invaded by spirit beasts, and the scene was truly horrific..." With that, the disciples of the Divine Spirit Pavilion exchanged smiles, then turned and left without lingering any longer.

Mo Lingyun's face flushed crimson, her chest heaving violently, her displeasure and anger almost bursting forth: "The methods of the herb garden and the methods of the spirit fruit are the foundation of our Spirit Control Sect. It is through these methods that we can cultivate soul beasts into spirit beasts. This is the result of generations of hard work passed down from our ancestors. The Divine Spirit Pavilion claims to be unfriendly to soul beasts and only knows how to kill, yet now they actually covet these things. It is utterly hateful!" As she spoke angrily, she subconsciously looked at Feng Yang, as if seeking a sliver of comfort and support.

Feng Yang listened quietly, his expression remaining indifferent. He slightly raised his eyes, looked at Mo Lingyun, and calmly asked, "Is this sect very strong?"

Mo Lingyun composed herself, nodded solemnly, and said, "Yes. There are at least 12 experts who have made a move but are little known, and it is said that there are even more powerful figures hidden in the Elder Hall..."

Calculate it this way.

Wouldn't this Divine Spirit Pavilion be equivalent to the Spirit Hall in Douluo Continent?

Dominating a region?!

(End of this chapter)