Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 253 Confirms the Mastermind Behind the Scenes

have to say.

The Space Dragon King is quite capable.

This method was created to allow soul beasts to share spiritual power.

No wonder it attracted the covetous eyes of the Divine Spirit Pavilion.

As long as the disciples within the sect are not greedy and insist on becoming gods.

This fourth ring alone is a 100,000-year soul ring.

There's absolutely no problem traversing the Five Elements Continent.

After all, mortals can become gods!
How easy is it?

If God's children can all become God.

In that realm of gods, there is no shortage of gods.

As the last wisp of icy blue spiritual energy entered Mo Lingyun's brow, the howling wind around her seemed to pause. She swayed, struggling to rise, leaning against the icy rock wall beside her. The moment her fingertips touched the biting cold, she suddenly felt dizzy; the world before her was like a shattered kaleidoscope, countless lights flashing wildly on her retina. A metallic taste rose in her throat, and before she could utter a sound, she fell straight backward like a kite with a broken string. The silver ornaments in her hair collided with the ice crystals as she fell, scattering tiny fragments of cold light.

"Lingyun!!" Ren Yaoyao's shrill scream instantly shattered the silence of the valley.

"No need to panic." The Ice Immortal Tiger's deep voice carried the unique chill of the snowy region, and the light flowing in its tiger eyes was like condensed stardust. "It's just that the spiritual energy connection was too domineering, and a mortal body can't withstand it for a while. After she wakes up and rests for a while, she will recover on her own." After saying that, it gently pushed Mo Lingyun towards Feng Yang. Although the movement was gentle, it contained an undeniable power.

Feng Yang's long arms slipped under her knees and back, easily lifting her up. The heat emanating from him melted the surrounding ice.

An invisible light curtain was projected.

Carrying Mo Lingyun, Ren Yaoyao flew out of Hanfeng Ridge like an arrow, leaving only a fleeting trail behind her.

In the blink of an eye.

It has already reached an altitude of several thousand meters.

During the flight, the Ice Immortal Tiger suddenly spoke, its voice tinged with inquiry: "This deity's aura is so powerful." Seeing that Feng Yang didn't respond, it didn't give up, instead lowering its voice to continue: "However, I've heard that the divine realm has strict rules: deities are not allowed to interfere in mortal affairs at will, or they will be besieged by the gods. Your presence here..."

what? !

Ren Yaoyao gasped.
The gods will punish them!

How serious is this?
Her face, which had been filled with worry, instantly lost its color, and the sound of her gasping for breath was clearly audible in the silent high air.

She looked up at Feng Yang and saw that blue flames had appeared around him at some point.

The clouds churned like a raging sea under the pressure of divine power, only then realizing that they had inadvertently touched a taboo that could overturn heaven and earth.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Feng Yang's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, devoid of any warmth.

Before the words were finished, an invisible pressure suddenly descended, forcing the Ice Immortal Tiger's massive body to plummet several feet, its fur standing on end due to the divine power.

"Yes! I will keep my mouth shut!" Ice Tiger hurriedly lowered his head, even tucking his tail tightly between his legs, his former majesty completely gone.

Feng Yang did not stop there. He suddenly turned his head, his icy gaze sweeping over Ren Yaoyao as if it were a physical object. The girl felt a chill creep up her spine to the back of her neck, and she involuntarily took a half step back, the vacuum divine power beneath her feet rippling.

"And you!" The oppressive aura surged forth like a tidal wave. "If you dare utter a single word, I'll throw you off this cliff." The threat was chilling.

Ren Yaoyao looked down into the thousand-meter-deep abyss, where the mountains and rivers on the ground seemed as insignificant as dust, and a sour feeling rose in her throat.

Ying Ying Ying.

How could you bear to part with someone so adorable?

She pouted, looking aggrieved, and mumbled softly, "I...I understand."

The heart that was originally overjoyed at the prospect of getting close to the gods was now as if it had been doused with ice water, leaving only endless disappointment and grievances churning in the chest.

Inside the inn's room.

The atmosphere was so tense it felt like ice could be squeezed out. Ren Yaoyao knelt by the bed, her fingertips unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt, her gaze fixed on Mo Lingyun's pale face, wishing she could materialize her longing and urge her to wake up immediately. In the silence, even the faint sound of the flickering candlelight was amplified into thunder, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the Ice Fairy Tiger perched on the windowsill out of the corner of her eye—the spirit beast had shed its massive battle form, shrinking to the size of a palm. Tiny ice crystals clung to its fluffy white fur, and its amber vertical pupils reflected the moonlight, truly resembling a glowing snowball. Ren Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and she jumped up to it, saying, "Senior Ice Fairy Tiger! Lingyun's spirit beast is called Flower Spirit, shall I name you something too? How about Snowball!" Her voice was so sweet it could drip honey, like she was coaxing a spoiled cub. The air suddenly plummeted to freezing. Fine frost mist rose from the Ice Immortal Tiger's body, and its originally round body suddenly exploded, instantly transforming back into a three-meter-tall behemoth. Its tiger claws slammed heavily onto the blue bricks, shaking the entire room: "An ancient divine beast of 11 years old, how dare you insult this mountain god with such a childish name as 'Snowball'?!" The roar made the window frames vibrate, and the candlelight was almost extinguished.

Ren Yaoyao staggered backward under the pressure, but still looked up with her flushed face and pointed at the miniature version of the Ice Fairy Tiger: "But, but you are really cute when you shrink! Round and chubby, just like a snowball." Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

The Ice Fairy Tiger was so angry its whiskers stood on end, but when it met the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, it inexplicably deflated. It flicked its tail, and ice crystals fell in a flurry: "Listen well, this mountain god's name is Han Yuan!"

"Han Yuan?" Ren Yaoyao blinked, tilting her head to examine the frost mist surrounding the spirit beast, and suddenly realized, "Was that the name your previous contracted disciple gave it? It's so cold and profound, it really matches the chill around you!" She clapped her hands and laughed, her clear voice dispelling some of the coldness, "Then that's what I'll call you from now on! Senior Han Yuan—"

Han Yuan opened his mouth, but in the end he only let out a muffled groan, which was taken as acquiescence.

The snow outside the window lattice fell softly, sifting the morning light of the third day into fine silver foil. Mo Lingyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and as her consciousness emerged from the chaos, the first thing she felt was a warmth that seeped into her bones—not the dry heat of ordinary charcoal fire, but a gentle warmth with a divine quality, like being enveloped by the gentlest sunlight in winter. She slowly opened her eyes, and in her hazy vision, Feng Yang sat as still as a pine tree, the blue flames dancing around him casting flowing totems of shadow on the wall; while Ren Yaoyao curled up unguarded beside her, her hair adorned with tiny ice crystals, unconsciously snuggling against her in her sleep.

"Awake?" Feng Yang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The blue flame in his hand suddenly surged by half an inch, making his angular profile appear and disappear.

Mo Lingyun tried to sit up, but it felt like she had fallen into a sticky honey pot, her limbs so weak she couldn't muster any strength. She then realized with a start that every inch of her skin was burning hot, yet her consciousness was terrifyingly clear, she could even see the dust floating in the air.

As Feng Yang stood up, a gust of wind swept through him, and the blue flames suddenly shrank to the size of fireflies. He walked to the bedside, his gaze sweeping over Ren Yaoyao, who was standing between them, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. The next second, a crisp "smack" exploded in the quiet room—his merciless slap landed on Ren Yaoyao's round buttocks, startling a tuft of snow-white down.

"Ugh!" Ren Yaoyao sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her sleepy eyes met Feng Yang's calm, expressionless face, and she instantly woke up, her breathing becoming erratic. She rubbed her reddened skin, her eyes brimming with grievance and embarrassment: "Why did you spank me? I'm a girl!"

"A girl?" Feng Yang looked down at her, his eyelashes casting sharp shadows beneath his eyes. "So what?"

Ren Yaoyao blushed and stuck out her neck: "Men and women should not touch each other!" Before she could finish speaking, she was cut off by Feng Yang's casual remark.

“I’ll just pick you up and do it, then there’s no question of kissing.” His voice was icy cold, but his words were like wildfire, burning Ren Yaoyao’s ears bright red. In her panic, the girl knocked over a low stool and stumbled out the door. The wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud “bang,” startling the crows resting under the eaves.

The room fell silent.

Mo Lingyun looked at Feng Yang's outstretched hand. The faint light swirling around his fingertips gently brushed against her wrist, like a feather brushing against a deep pool. The moment he helped her up, a current surged up her spine from their skin, even making her hair feel numb. She forced a smile and said, "It's hard to imagine that a cold-faced deity could be like this—" Her voice trembled as the sudden warmth burned her, "...beneath your aloof exterior lies such unbridled freedom."

Hahaha.

Feng Yang laughed inwardly.

She almost lost her composure.

A howling wind swept across the snow-capped peaks, tearing the morning light of the fourth day into shredded silver foil. Feng Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his dark robes fluttering in the gale, and the faint blue divine patterns around his body suddenly glowed.

His entire consciousness expanded and unfolded.

They realized that their formation was being attacked relentlessly.

Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao were talking when she suddenly noticed his expression turn cold.

A rapid descent.

As they soared to a height of a thousand meters, the sight below made everyone gasp: a torrent of more than twenty soul beasts was crashing against the ground's protective barrier with an almost frenzied frenzy.

The Thunder Dragon spewed purple lightning from its mouth, each impact exploding into blinding sparks on the barrier, arcs of purplish-blue electricity crisscrossing wildly along the array's patterns; the Frost Abyss Serpent's icy blue scales gleamed with an eerie blood-red light, its tail sweeping across the ground, causing spiderweb-like cracks to form, freezing even the air in its wake; the Rock Ruins Kui Bull stomped its massive hooves on the ground, the resulting shockwaves causing ripples across the barrier. Most chillingly, the normally docile Qionghua Deer, its antlers now wreathed in black mist, frantically rammed its head against the barrier with its sharp spikes, its white fur splattered with its own blood.

Inside the barrier, the people of the Spirit Control Sect crowded at the edge of the safe zone, their exclamations and discussions rising and falling. An elderly man with white hair, leaning on his cane, his cloudy eyes filled with awe: "I've lived most of my life, and I've never seen such a resilient barrier! These soul beasts attacked for a full day and night, and the barrier didn't even show a crack!"

“Indeed!” The young hunter beside him gripped the short knife at his waist. “Those self-proclaimed genius array masters of the Divine Spirit Pavilion probably can’t even compare to the edge of this restriction!” A whisper suddenly arose from the crowd: “I heard that the master who set up the array even saved Miss Mo Lingyun. To have such supernatural powers at such a young age, he is truly a god.”

Ren Yaoyao's fingertips, gripping the hem of her skirt, turned slightly white. She gazed at several familiar figures among the horde of soul beasts, her voice trembling: "Thunder Ember Dragon, Shadow Nightmare Spider, Blood Erosion Vine Python—these soul beasts usually belong to different territories, some are even natural enemies. How could they suddenly gather together?" She suddenly pointed to the southeast corner, "Look! Their attacks are all concentrated in that direction, it's almost like..."

"Like being pulled by invisible threads." Mo Lingyun's voice was as cold as ice, her gaze sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the soul beasts' synchronized movements. "Even if ordinary soul beasts went berserk, they couldn't possibly coordinate with such precision." The two women exchanged a glance, simultaneously uttering their terrifying hypothesis: "Someone is controlling them!"

"This is indeed a good opportunity for training." Han Yuan's voice echoed in Mo Lingyun's mind, his icy blue tiger eyes flashing with fighting excitement. The spirit beast transformed into a streak of light and landed on her shoulder, the ice crystals condensed in its fur reflecting a cold light. "These soul beasts with cultivation levels of thousands to tens of thousands of years are perfect opponents for testing shared spiritual power."

Mo Lingyun took a deep breath and leaped down. The instant she landed, her four spirit rings burst forth like a full moon. The outermost 100,000-year spirit ring emitted a chilling, eerie blue light, its oppressive aura spreading out like a tangible force, instantly freezing the snow on the ground into ice spikes. The spirit beasts that had been frantically ramming against the barrier froze abruptly, fear appearing for the first time in their scarlet vertical pupils—the instinctive tremor etched into the bloodlines of low-level spirit beasts facing a superior being.

"Roar—!" After a brief stalemate, a Thunder Ember Dragon roared first, leading the pack in a charge. Mo Lingyun's silver hair flew wildly, her delicate hand clenching in mid-air: "Fourth Soul Skill—Snowstorm!"

In an instant, the sky seemed to split open into an icy abyss. Countless crystal-clear ice spikes, carrying a bone-chilling cold, poured down, freezing the air in their wake. The ice spikes pierced the vital points of the soul beasts with pinpoint accuracy; the lightning of the Thunder Ember Dragon was frozen into fragments, and the venomous webs spewed by the Shadow Nightmare Spider turned to dust in the icy tide. The Blood-Eroding Vine Python's vines, barely entwined with the ice spikes, were instantly frozen into brittle pieces, shattering into ice shards in the wind.

Blood splattered on the ice crystals, blooming into tragically beautiful red plum blossoms. A Qionghua deer collapsed with a mournful cry; the moment the black light in its eyes dissipated, two clear tears streamed down its face. Ren Yaoyao turned her head away, unable to bear the gruesome scene, a lump forming in her throat. But quickly, she clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fury: "No matter who's behind this, they must pay the price!"

Han Yuan nodded slightly, its tiger tail sweeping across the ground, leaving a long trail of ice. It gazed at the scattered soul beasts still attacking the barrier in the distance, its pupils contracting slightly: "Things are probably not that simple. There's a certain order within the madness of these soul beasts, and the methods of those controlling them..." Its unfinished words intensified the chill in the air.

(End of this chapter)