Douluo: I become stronger when I take in disciples!

Chapter 256 That Pleasant Torture
As the three stumbled and fell to the pool in the center of the flower field, spiderweb-like patterns suddenly appeared on the surface of the pool. A shell-shaped spirit beast the size of a millstone burst out of the water, its shell covered with charred burn marks, and corrosive liquid dripping from its serrated edges.

It opened its massive, barbed maw, and a stench-laden venom sprayed towards Mo Lingyun—so fast that the air itself crackled with a sharp sound.

"Watch out!" Ren Yaoyao blocked with her jade flute, which glowed with azure light, forming a shield. The venom sizzled against the barrier, sending up acrid white smoke. Taking advantage of the moment, Mo Lingyun unleashed Han Yuan's soul chain. The ice crystal chains entangled the edge of the seashell, but were shattered by the violent shaking of the creature. In that critical moment, she caught a glimpse of something unusual in the reflection of the pool—deep within the seashell soul beast's eyes burned an orange-red flame identical to the afterimage of the fire spirit!

"It's been corrupted by the power of the scorching sun!" Mo Lingyun spun to dodge the sweeping shell, a few strands of her hair being sliced ​​off by its sharp edges. She glanced at Feng Yang, who remained standing at the edge of the flower sea, his figure like a statue in the darkness, a ghostly blue flame flickering at his fingertips, yet he refrained from attacking. At this moment, more soul beasts imbued with the aura of fire emerged from the mist, their roars merging with the howl of the scorching sun, weaving a vast net of death above the Weeping Flower Abyss.

Mo Lingyun's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold, eerie blue light. Her soul power surged, and wisps of icy energy burst forth from her fingertips, spreading rapidly like a spiderweb. With a delicate shout, she conjured a giant ice lotus in her palm and slammed it down fiercely towards the shellfish-like soul beast. In an instant, a bone-chilling cold swept through the surroundings, and the moisture in the air rapidly condensed into ice crystals. The flames burning on the soul beast's body sizzled under the suppression of the icy energy, sending up plumes of white smoke.

Sensing the threat of the icy force, the shell-like soul beast roared angrily, its massive shell thrashing wildly in an attempt to break free of the ice's restraints. However, Mo Lingyun wouldn't give it the chance. She swiftly formed hand seals, and more ice spikes erupted from the ground, pinning the soul beast firmly to its spot. As the soul beast struggled, splattered venom that dripped onto the surrounding flowers, causing those already vibrant blossoms to grow even more wildly.

Just when Mo Lingyun thought she had temporarily suppressed the enemy, a sudden change occurred. The once quiet sea of ​​flowers suddenly became restless, and countless stems and leaves, like giant pythons that had come to life, rushed madly towards the three of them. The thick vines were covered with sharp thorns, and strange slime flowed from their surfaces, corroding the ground and leaving deep pits wherever they went.

"Watch out!" Ren Yaoyao waved her jade flute, the sound transforming into azure sound waves, attempting to shake off the approaching vines. But these plants seemed driven by some force; after being broken by the sound waves, new branches rapidly sprouted from the broken ends, continuing to entwine them. Mo Lingyun's expression turned grave. She knew that these plants were likely affected by the aura of the 100,000-year-old ferocious beast, Zhu Ri, from the Weeping Flower Abyss, becoming crazed and bizarre.

She unleashed her icy power again, attempting to freeze the troublesome plants, but found its effectiveness greatly diminished. It turned out that after absorbing the fiery energy of the scorching sun, these plants had developed a certain resistance to ice-attribute power. Mo Lingyun frowned, dodging the vines' attacks while pondering a way to break the stalemate.

Dodging a thorny vine that lashed out at her, Ren Yaoyao was suddenly entangled by three thick, blood-red flower stems around her ankles, and was dragged headfirst into the depths of the flower sea. Her silver bell hair ornaments scattered in the tumbling, and her jade flute flew from her hand, tracing a desperate arc through the pile of decaying leaves.

"Feng Yang! Quick, help me!"

Mo Lingyun flung herself out of the icy abyss, but she was unable to hunt down the hundreds or thousands of plants.

There was simply no time to save Ren Yaoyao.

She turned to look at the tall figure behind her, only to see Feng Yang surrounded by eerie blue flames, like an inviolable barrier. The moment the sprawling plants touched the edge of the flames, they turned to ashes with a crackling sound, and even the surrounding air distorted into scorching ripples.

Feng Yang leaned against the charred tree trunk with his arms crossed, the hem of his cloak fluttering in the fire and wind. He looked down at the two struggling in the vines, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held an unfathomable glint.

The moment Ren Yaoyao let out a shrill scream, his pupils contracted slightly—the girl's slender waist was cinched into an astonishing curve by the tough vines, and her pale pink gauze dress was soaked with juice, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining breathtakingly beautiful lines.

She has a youthful face and large breasts.
Ren Yaoyao's cry for help was abruptly cut off by the tightening vines, and her neck turned bright red.

The girl's slender body was twisted into a fragile arc, her hair disheveled and stuck with decaying leaves and sap, struggling futilely in suffocating fear.

"Help!" Ren Yaoyao's broken cries for help came to an abrupt halt. The vines, like iron chains, dug into her pale neck, and crimson marks spread rapidly across her snow-white skin, like blooming blood-red roses. The girl's slender body was twisted into a fragile arc, her hair disheveled and stuck with decaying leaves and sap, struggling futilely in suffocating fear.

The flames within Feng Yang's sleeve suddenly surged three inches, a barely perceptible flicker flashing in his deep blue pupils. Just as Ren Yaoyao's consciousness was about to fade, his figure tore through the air like a ghost. Wherever the blue flames passed, distorted ripples appeared in space, as if even time itself froze in the intense heat. The scorching airwaves whipped up the surrounding petals, and the entire sea of ​​flowers shrank and collapsed under the oppressive force of the flames.

"laugh--"

The blue flames, like an invisible blade, precisely swept past Ren Yaoyao's side. The unruly vines, upon contact with the flames, first twisted and convulsed violently, their surfaces developing eerie charred patterns, then exploded into countless sparks, scattering tiny sparks in the air before finally dissipating into wisps of smoke. The rescued girl fell like a kite with a broken string, but Feng Yang stretched out his long arm and gently caught her in his embrace.

Mo Lingyun stared blankly at this scene, the ice cone in her hand, which was not yet fully formed, quietly dissipated.

Seeing Ren Yaoyao freed, Mo Lingyun's tense back finally relaxed. The phantom of Han Yuan condensed into sharp ice blades behind her, ready to meet the vines that attacked again.

Ren Yaoyao's eyes seemed to be filled with thick honey, shimmering with an unnatural luster. Her originally clear gaze was shrouded in a hazy, crimson mist. The look in her eyes as she gazed at Feng Yang was no longer the familiar clarity she usually possessed; instead, it was filled with an inexplicable heat and bewilderment, as if her soul had been ripped away, leaving only a bewitched shell.

Her hand rose uncontrollably, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if drawn by some invisible force, slowly reaching towards Feng Yang's chest. The movement was gentle and slow, yet carried a stubborn determination. Her silken sleeve slipped down, revealing a section of her fair wrist, which appeared particularly pale and fragile against the backdrop of the blood-red flower sea.

As she drew closer, her breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, her warm breath swirling between them. What should have been an even breath was now erratic and labored, each exhale carrying a heart-stopping tremor, as if a restless, trapped beast lurked within its chest. Her body leaned forward involuntarily, radiating an aura completely different from her usual self. She didn't resemble the conscious Ren Yaoyao at all; rather, she seemed like a puppet controlled by some evil force deep within the sea of ​​flowers. The next second…

Ren Yaoyao had already wrapped the blood-stained vines around her waist, clinging to Feng Yang like an octopus. Her hot breath brushed against Feng Yang's ear, her originally clear voice becoming hoarse and seductive: "So hot. Closer."

Hear the words.

"Yaoyao, what is this?" Mo Lingyun's question caught in her throat, her voice trembling like a withered leaf about to fall from a branch in late autumn. She looked at the winding purple lines on her companion's neck, and at the way Ren Yaoyao unconsciously rubbed against Feng Yang's shoulder, her knuckles, which were gripping the Spirit Control Token, turned blue and white.

A surge of blue flames erupted around Feng Yang, the intense heat sending petals flying, yet strangely transforming into a gentle halo when it touched Ren Yaoyao's hair. Beneath his furrowed brows, his gaze shifted between wariness and restraint, as the girl's flower-stain-stained fingers hooked onto his robe: "Could it be that the flower poison has corrupted your mind?"

Mo Lingyun leaned closer for a closer look, then suddenly gasped. A dark glint of desire flickered within the swirling crimson mist in Ren Yaoyao's eyes, and her body, pressed tightly against Feng Yang's, was uncontrollably burning hot, her breath escaping with a seductive moan: "And this seems to resemble that indescribable flower poison."

"I think I'm going to die!" Ren Yaoyao suddenly grabbed Mo Lingyun's wrist, a fleeting clarity flashing in her eyes, only to be swallowed by mist again. She abruptly rolled over, tackling Feng Yang to the ground. Blood-stained vines wrapped around his neck, her small tongue licking his Adam's apple like a serpent, her hoarse murmurs mingling with gasps: "It hurts so much, save me."

"It seems you'll have to leave, Lingyun." Feng Yang's voice was tinged with suppressed grit, and blue flames exploded around him. The blazing sea of ​​fire instantly engulfed the two of them, petals turning to dust in the intense heat, and the soft sound of tearing fabric echoing through the blinding blue light.

Mo Lingyun turned her back, her nails digging deeply into her palms. She heard suppressed groans and the rustling of fabric beside her, mixed with Ren Yaoyao's gradually subsiding sobs. When the blue flames finally faded, she turned and saw Ren Yaoyao slumped in Feng Yang's arms, an unnatural flush still lingering on her pale cheeks, her hair disheveled and clinging to her sweat-dampened forehead: "Feng... Feng Yang..."

Ren Yaoyao's consciousness wavered between chaos and clarity. Her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment as she stared incredulously at Feng Yang in front of her.

Tear away her confinement and shackles.

A complex emotion welled up inside me, a strange feeling that was a mixture of fear, shyness, and a subtle excitement.

Her thoughts drifted in confusion.

A thought surged in his mind: Feng Yang before him was a god! An invincible being on the Douluo Continent, a god standing at the pinnacle of power, looking down upon all living beings! And he himself was just a lowly Soul Master who hadn't even reached level forty, like an insignificant speck of dust on this vast continent.

Such a gap was like an insurmountable chasm. Yet at this moment, she was so close to this god-king, close enough to feel the intense heat emanating from him, close enough to see the light gleaming in his eyes. This stark contrast made Ren Yaoyao's heart pound even faster, overwhelmed with an uncontrollable excitement!
She didn't know if it was fate's arrangement or a terrible nightmare, but she knew that this encounter with Feng Yang would leave a deep mark on her life, becoming a memory she could never forget. Under the shadow of Feng Yang's powerful strength, she felt so insignificant, yet inexplicably felt a sense of security from being protected. This contradictory emotion intertwined within her, plunging her into deeper confusion.

Mo Lingyun felt an immense loss.

Mo Lingyun stood there, staring at the gradually dissipating sea of ​​blue flames. She felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out, and a wave of bitterness and resentment surged within her.

Feng Yang, this powerful and mysterious deity.

The moment he appeared and rescued her from the jaws of a ferocious beast in a princess carry, a seed was quietly planted in her heart—to catch up with the man before her.

In her imagination, there should be a unique bond between them, an unspoken understanding that no one else could interfere with. But now, the scene before her was like a heavy hammer, striking her heart hard. By a twist of fate, Ren Yaoyao had unexpectedly gotten into such intimate contact with Feng Yang first. Unconsciously, her nails dug into her palms, leaving deep marks.

Her mind kept replaying the moments she had spent with Ren Yaoyao, and the sisterly bond they once shared now seemed somewhat blurred. A complex emotion spread through her, a mixture of helplessness at the cruel twist of fate and a hint of resentment towards Ren Yaoyao. "You really have to be careful of your best friend," she thought to herself with a bitter smile, her self-deprecating words filled with bitterness.

Mo Lingyun knew she shouldn't have such narrow-minded thoughts, but matters of the heart are inherently difficult to control. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, and her gaze became firm again. No matter what, she would not easily give up on her goal. Even if the road ahead was full of challenges, she would rely on her own strength to occupy a place in Feng Yang's heart, and this unexpected interlude would only make her more determined to move forward.

Ren Yaoyao slowly opened her eyes. The hazy mist that had shrouded her eyes due to the flower poison had dissipated, restoring their usual clarity. However, her cheeks still bore a lingering flush, and her delicate body retained a slight tingling sensation from the peculiar flower poison. She lay there quietly, her eyes tightly closed, her mind still savoring the dreamlike experience she had just had. Although it was due to the flower poison, it had brought her an indescribable and strange feeling, and she was somewhat greedily enjoying this lingering aftertaste that was both pleasurable and slightly shyly tormenting.

When Feng Yang stood up with his steady and powerful body, the slight movement startled Ren Yaoyao. A wave of panic washed over her, as if someone had stumbled upon a secret deep within her heart. She quickly opened her eyes, sat up abruptly, and frantically straightened her disheveled clothes, trying to conceal her slightly disheveled appearance from the struggle.

(End of this chapter)