Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 254 Directly Points to the Divine Pavilion

Dusk, like blood, dyed the entire forest an eerie dark red. Feng Yang stood with his hands behind his back, a faint golden light emanating from his body—a sign of his divine sense being projected outwards. His divine sense, like a vast net, spread outwards at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, expanding to a hundred miles in the blink of an eye. Under the cover of this invisible net, no movement within a hundred miles could escape his perception.

Every creature's scent, every subtle movement, even the unintentional changes in people's expressions, were magnified countless times and presented clearly in his mind. It felt as if he had suddenly activated an invincible cheat code in the middle of a fierce battle, able to see everything around him with crystal clarity. He could even accurately count the number of pimples and moles on each person's face; this terrifying perceptive ability was chilling.

Just then, a dazzling light flashed within Feng Yang's divine sense range. His heart stirred, and he focused his attention on it. It was Mo Lingyun; her 100,000-year soul ring was radiating a dazzling light, containing a powerful and ancient force that caused the surrounding air to tremble. Seeing this extravagant 100,000-year soul ring, everyone's faces showed shock. Some stared wide-eyed, while others couldn't help but gasp, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

Amidst the shock, Feng Yang keenly noticed two people acting suspiciously. Their eyes darted around, glancing left and right frequently, their bodies slightly hunched, as if concealing some unspeakable secret. Feng Yang didn't rush to attack, nor did he approach to question them. Years of experience told him that sometimes remaining still could yield more information. He quietly observed, waiting for the right moment.

Finally, after Mo Lingyun dealt with all the frenzied soul beasts, the two furtive figures exchanged a glance, a flicker of panic in their eyes, before hurriedly running back the way they came. Their steps were rapid, as if they wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible. Feng Yang's lips curled slightly upward, and he locked onto the two with his divine sense, turning to Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao, saying, "Follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yang's divine power surged, lifting the two girls into the air. The three of them streaked across the sky like a streak of light. Mo Lingyun asked with a puzzled look, "Feng Yang, where are we going?" Feng Yang's gaze sharpened as he looked down and said in a deep voice, "Do you see those two people running down there?"

Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao followed Feng Yang's gaze and began searching carefully in the forest below. Feng Yang wasn't flying very high, only a hundred meters, which wasn't difficult for them, as Soul Masters, to spot their targets. Soon, Ren Yaoyao noticed the two rapidly moving figures and said, "Are they those two men with Ghost Leopard Martial Souls who are incredibly fast runners?"

“That’s right,” Feng Yang replied confidently.

"What's wrong with them?" Mo Lingyun was still puzzled.

Feng Yang said slowly with a serious expression, "These Heavenly Soul Beasts have all gone mad and completely lost their minds, thus becoming completely at the mercy of others. I am certain that this is related to these two people."

"Huh?!" Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao exclaimed at the same time, their faces filled with disbelief.

“These two aren’t very skilled, how could they possibly have such abilities?” Mo Lingyun said, frowning.

“That’s right! So many soul beasts, some of which have tens of thousands of years of cultivation, how could they possibly do that?” Ren Yaoyao chimed in.

Feng Yang shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath and said, "Are you two idiots? If we just follow them, we'll find out who's behind these two."

Mo Lingyun said somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, I'm usually very smart, but today I'm just a bit too caught up in the situation to see clearly."

Ren Yaoyao quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, I can vouch for Sister Lingyun."

Feng Yang couldn't help but laugh, "Both of you are idiots." Although the conversation between the three was relaxed, the atmosphere remained tense, because they all knew that a huge conspiracy might be hidden behind it.

And so they continued their pursuit of the two men. Two days passed in total. Although the two possessed the Ghost Leopard Martial Soul, granting them speed comparable to those with flying Martial Souls, their pace on the ground was incredibly slow compared to Feng Yang's—like the difference between a bicycle and an airplane. Moreover, their journey was quite long, seemingly heading towards a mysterious place.

During the pursuit, Mo Lingyun seemed to have discovered some clues. She looked ahead and said with a solemn expression, "Isn't this the direction to the Divine Spirit Pavilion?"

"The Divine Spirit Pavilion?" Ren Yaoyao realized after being reminded, "That's right, it's the Divine Spirit Pavilion!"

Ren Yaoyao looked worried and continued, "Could it be that the Divine Spirit Pavilion is the mastermind? After all, they are already recognized as the number one sect on the continent. Logically speaking, they shouldn't do such a thing, but people's hearts are unpredictable."

"Hmph." At this moment, the palm-sized Ice Immortal Tiger that had been hovering in Mo Lingyun's ear suddenly spoke. Its voice was cold and full of vicissitudes, "Don't always be deceived by appearances. Your human desires are endless. In the face of powerful interests, rules and reputation can be thrown to the back of your mind."

Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao fell silent after hearing Bing Xianhu's words, nodding thoughtfully. Ren Yaoyao, recalling the actions of the Divine Spirit Pavilion, felt even more furious. That day, the Divine Spirit Pavilion had actually coveted their Yu Ling Sect's core secret technique, an act that left Ren Yaoyao with a very poor impression of this so-called number one sect on the continent.

"But recently, the Divine Spirit Pavilion convened all the major sects, including our Qingfeng Valley, to discuss the chaos of the soul beasts. On the surface, they seemed to be actively working to solve the problem. Could it all be a facade?" Ren Yaoyao asked doubtfully.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere grew even more tense. As the two men confirmed they had entered Qingfeng Valley, both Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao became increasingly wary.

Ren Yaoyao said with a serious expression, "This is such a big matter, I have to go back and tell my master. After all, if this is true, wouldn't we all be being used as pawns by the Divine Spirit Pavilion? At that time, the situation on the entire continent will become even more chaotic."

Mo Lingyun nodded in agreement and said, "That makes sense. Go ahead and go back early to explain things clearly."

However, Ren Yaoyao did not leave immediately. Instead, she smiled mischievously and said, "Sister Lingyun, why don't you take me? You know the journey isn't safe. I'm a little worried about going back alone."

Mo Lingyun smiled helplessly and said, "I also have to go back. I have to tell Grandpa that Senior Han Yuan is willing to come back and help us. This is great news for our Yu Ling Sect."

Ren Yaoyao persisted, saying, "But Qingfeng Valley is hundreds of miles away from here. It would take me ten to fifteen days to get there and back. You have Hua Ling and Feng Yang, both of whom can fly. With you by my side, I can get back faster and tell Master the news sooner."

Mo Lingyun couldn't persuade Ren Yaoyao otherwise, so she said, "How about this, you come back with me to see Grandpa first, and then we'll go to Qingfeng Valley together. It'll also be a good opportunity for Grandpa to discuss with the seniors what to do next."

Ren Yaoyao then smiled happily and said, "Okay!"

Soon, the three arrived at the Yu Ling Sect. Inside, the architecture was ancient and elegant, exuding a mysterious aura. When Mo Shan learned that Mo Lingyun had successfully shared spiritual power with the former Ice Immortal Tiger, the white-haired old man burst into tears, excitedly exclaiming, "Heaven has eyes! My Yu Ling Sect! It is finally about to usher in glory! With Senior Han Yuan's help, our Yu Ling Sect will surely regain its former glory!"

"Hmph." Han Yuan snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance. "It's not that Heaven has eyes! It's that I, Han Yuan, have eyes and am willing to give you another chance. Don't let me down."

Mo Shan nodded and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you so much, Senior Han Yuan! We, the Yu Ling Sect, will never forget your great kindness."

Han Yuan glanced at Mo Shan and continued, "Don't be too happy yet, kid. If you continue to play dirty tricks like before, I'll leave at any time. Then you'll regret it."

Mo Shan nodded repeatedly, and after a while, he realized what was happening and asked in confusion, "Senior Han Yuan, I'm already quite old, why are you still calling me 'youngster'?"

Han Yuan said disdainfully, "So what if you're old? In my eyes, you're just a little kid in your fifties."

Followed.

Mo Lingyun also asked Mo Shan if there were any other clues about spirit beasts.

Ideally, they should all be spirit beasts that have served in the Spirit Control Sect. That way, they will naturally give the Frost Abyss Ice Immortal Tiger some respect.

After all, if we were to re-cultivate the soul beasts into spirit beasts...

It will take at least several decades.

Feng Yang didn't have time to stay here forever.

One year in the mortal realm is equivalent to one day in the divine realm.

Three years is just three days.

Feng Yang is expected to return to the God Realm within three years.

We can't delay this for too long.

But Mo Shan seemed to have gone senile, unable to recall any clues about the spirit beast.

There was no other way but to give up and wait for him to remember, or perhaps look through the family records.

Next step.

Feng Yang, carrying Mo Lingyun and Ren Yaoyao, once again took to the skies.

Heading straight towards Qingfeng Valley
Stepping into Qingfeng Valley is like stumbling upon a secluded paradise favored by time. The winding flagstone path, like a ribbon, meanders through the dense bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves rustling in the breeze like countless tiny jade combs smoothing the wind's hair. The morning dew, still wet, reflects the soft sunlight on the bamboo leaves, sparkling and translucent, like stars scattered across the earth.

Following the path, you'll see bamboo houses nestled deep within the bamboo grove, their pale blue gauze curtains draped above them, swaying gently in the breeze and adding to their ethereal beauty. A crystal-clear stream flows gurgling through the valley, its waters splashing against smooth pebbles, creating a melodious tinkling sound that blends with the distant chirping of birds to form a captivating symphony.

Throughout the valley, female disciples dressed in plain-colored gauze dresses could be seen, their figures light and graceful. Some were washing clothes by the stream, their silvery laughter drifting away with the water; others were practicing martial arts in front of bamboo houses, their soul power swirling around them like a thin mist with each wave of their hands, blending seamlessly with the surrounding natural scenery; still others were gathering herbs among the flowers, the delicate wildflowers adorning their hair swaying gently with their movements, like fairies among the flowers.

White birds often soar across the valley, their wings tracing the sky and leaving a faint trail of light. The distant mountains, shrouded in mist, appear and disappear, adding to the mystique and ethereal atmosphere of Qingfeng Valley. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and grasses, along with a subtle spiritual energy, soothing the soul.

Feng Yang, Mo Lingyun, and Ren Yaoyao descended from the sky.

Many Qingfeng Valley disciples sensed it and gathered around.

"Junior Sister, you're back."

“Mo Lingyun from the Yuling Sect has also arrived.”

"Mo Lingyun, why don't you just join our Qingfeng Valley? Anyway, the Yuling Sect is beyond saving."

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“You really have no idea how powerful Lingyun is now,” Ren Yaoyao exclaimed. “No wonder the Yuling Sect was once the number one sect on the continent.”

The other female disciples did not believe it.

After all, no one really knew much about the Yuling Sect after its decline.

"And who is this person?" a female disciple asked, looking at Feng Yang.

Ren Yaoyao was just about to boast about Feng Yang.

He is a god!

Then he remembered that Feng Yang forbade him to tell anyone, otherwise he would be thrown from thousands of meters in the air.

"Alright, that's enough chatting, senior sisters. I have something important to tell Master."

Say it.

Ren Yaoyao then led Feng Yangmo Lingyun toward a luxurious room above.

"Master!"

Mo Lingyun stepped into the room.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the room, and sheer curtains swayed gently in the breeze. At the call, a figure slowly emerged from behind the screen. It was a woman in a moon-white, wide-sleeved dress; the flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the hem appeared and disappeared with her steps, like real clouds drifting by.

She slowly turned her head, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, adorned with a single, exquisitely crafted jade hairpin—simple yet elegant. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her features exquisitely beautiful, her eyes like obsidian immersed in a cold pool, clear and deep, shimmering with an unfathomable brilliance. The charm in her eyes possessed both the liveliness of a young girl and the composure refined by time, making it impossible to guess her true age. It was as if time had left no trace on her, only bestowing upon her boundless beauty.

This person is none other than Ye Yunshu, the head of Qingfeng Valley.

"Hmm? You're back so soon? Have you dealt with all the soul beasts around the Spirit Control Sect?"

"It's solved, all thanks to Feng." Ren Yaoyao was about to say Feng Yang's name when she paused, her gaze falling on Mo Lingyun's face. "Thanks to Mo Lingyun herself, her Spirit Sharing Technique is so powerful, it's unbelievable! The fourth ring is 100,000 years!"

(End of this chapter)