Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 601 You don't want Fors to be suppressed either, do you?

"Congressman Fusheng, my socks seem a little dirty."

A mischievous smile appeared on Gu Yuena's face as she slowly raised her calves, which were encased in white stockings.

Against the backdrop of snow-white silk, her rounded toes appeared even more delicate and charming, with a rosy tint, like a finely carved piece of jade, radiating a soft and captivating luster that irresistibly drew the eye.

These words came without warning and had no connection to the previous conversation, leaving Nan Fusheng somewhat bewildered. He didn't know what Gu Yuena was up to, and his doubts grew stronger.

Nan Fusheng glanced subconsciously at Gu Yuena's jade-like feet, which were covered in white silk, and said with a serious look in his eyes, "No, they look very clean to me."

Gu Yuena, seeing Nan Fusheng's "lack of romantic understanding," was not angry at all; on the contrary, she found his reaction rather cute.

She pursed her lips slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips, before abruptly changing the subject: "Fusheng, do you know what Fors's status is in the Spirit Pagoda?"

This unexpected question left Nan Fusheng even more bewildered, his eyes filled with confusion, but he still answered truthfully:

"Fors is one of the four great Spirit Masters of the Spirit Pagoda, and her teacher is one of the thirty-six councilors of the Spirit Pagoda. Therefore, apart from the tower master and the two deputy tower masters, there should be very few people in the Spirit Pagoda whose status is higher than hers."

"Yes." Gu Yuena smiled and nodded, her smile as dazzling as a star in the night sky, yet enigmatic. Then, tilting her head slightly, she continued, "Do you know my status in the Spirit Pagoda?"

After a moment's thought, Nan Fusheng said seriously and methodically, "You are also one of the four great Spirit Transmission Envoys, and your teacher is the deputy tower master of the Spirit Transmission Tower: Heavenly Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu. In terms of status, you should be about the same as Fors, right?"

"That's right."

Gu Yuena clapped her hands lightly, her smile deepening, and then slowly spoke, her voice clear yet carrying a hint of mystery:

"However, you're wrong about one thing. Because I helped the Spirit Pagoda overcome the challenge of creating artificial ten-thousand-year-old souls, even the Pagoda Master is on my side within the Spirit Pagoda."

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng was startled, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He said somewhat cautiously, "Your status in the Spirit Pagoda is indeed very high, but why are you telling me this?"

Gu Yuena smiled slightly, a smile as dazzling and captivating as fireworks blooming in the night sky, yet concealing a hidden meaning. She parted her lips slightly: "Councilor Fusheng, what do you think it would be like if I joined the Tower Master and the others in pressuring Fors at the Spirit Pagoda meeting?"

Although in reality, it was always Fors who made things difficult for Gu Yuena, through her conversation with Nan Fusheng just now, she had keenly realized that Nan Fusheng had no idea about Fors's specific position in the Spirit Pagoda, or the conflict between the two.

Since such an information gap exists, don't blame her for taking advantage of it to manipulate Nan Fusheng.

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng's eyes widened immediately, staring at Gu Yuena in disbelief. After a moment, Nan Fusheng chuckled dryly, "Gu Yue, you must be joking with me, right?"

"A joke?" Gu Yuena looked at Nan Fusheng with a half-smile, her eyes flashing with a complex light that was hard to fathom.

"Do you think I'm joking?" she retorted, her tone carrying an undeniable firmness, as if declaring to him that this was no simple joke, but a long-planned scheme.

"Why?" Nan Fusheng stared intently into Gu Yuena's eyes, trying to find the answer in the depths of her gaze. "When you were here before, Fors took good care of you, practically raising you like a daughter."

Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Gu Yuena instantly recalled the embarrassing scene of calling Fors "Mom" when she had lost her memory, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple.

That was one of her few embarrassing moments, and every time she thought about it, she felt incredibly awkward.

"How dare you say that?" Gu Yuena said, somewhat embarrassed and angry, her voice tinged with reproach.

"She made me call her 'Mom' back then, and she...she even spanked me! Do you think I should get revenge on her?"

Yes, spanking!

When she had amnesia, she called Fors "Mom," which was one thing. But that woman Fors took advantage of her situation, catching her off guard by saying she didn't know anything about amnesia and giving her a good beating.

Just like an adult punishing a disobedient child, they would pin her to their knees and beat her mercilessly. Sometimes she hadn't done anything wrong, but Fors would still grab her and beat her, as if it were a deliberate act of revenge.

During the period when she suffered from amnesia, she was afraid of Fors and often sought refuge with Nan Fusheng.

The thought of that humiliating time filled Gu Yue with rage. Dragons were not to be touched, but Fors not only touched them, she also hit them. That alone was enough for Gu Yue to harbor resentment towards her.

Fortunately, although Gu Yuena was a little angry, she quickly calmed herself down and looked at Nan Fusheng with her violet eyes.

Under Gu Yuena's gaze, Nan Fusheng appeared uneasy. He scratched his head, an embarrassed expression on his face, and carefully chose his words, saying, "I apologize for Fors's behavior and hope you can forgive her."

"Hmph." Gu Yuena snorted lightly, slightly raising her delicate chin. Her deep, captivating violet eyes were fixed on Nan Fusheng as she reiterated her earlier question: "Councilor Fusheng, I think my socks seem a little dirty~"

This time, her tone carried a clear hint, as if she was deliberately guiding Nan Fusheng to understand the deeper meaning behind her words.

After a brief moment of surprise, Nan Fusheng seemed to finally understand the hidden meaning behind her words, and said somewhat cautiously, "It does seem a little dirty."

Seeing Nan Fusheng's "sensible" attitude, a hint of pleasure flashed in Gu Yuena's eyes, and then she said softly, "Then, could Councilor Fusheng help me wipe it?"

As she spoke, her white silk-clad feet, which were resting on the table, moved slightly. Her rounded toes, like mischievous little elves, teasingly beckoned towards Nan Fusheng. This suggestive gesture made the atmosphere even more subtle.

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng's mind went blank for a moment, filled with shock and hesitation. But after a brief stalemate, he sighed helplessly and replied in a low voice, "Of course."

He slowly got up and walked heavily to Gu Yuena's sofa, squatting down as if these simple steps carried a thousand pounds of weight.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, and then slowly reached out and gently cupped the white silk-clad feet resting on the table in his palm.

When his palm touched the delicate white silk, a wonderful sensation instantly spread throughout his body.

The white silk had a hint of rosy skin tone, and it felt as smooth and silky as the finest mutton fat jade in the world, making one want to touch it a few more times.

Moreover, the softness of the white silk and the warmth emanating from it blended together, as if slowly melting in his palm. This strange sensation made his heart race and his whole body tense up.

Nan Fusheng began to examine the jade-like foot in his hands carefully, trying to find any stains. But the result disappointed him greatly; the white stockings were spotless, without a trace of dirt.

"Gu Yue, your socks are very clean." Nan Fusheng persisted, looking at them from left to right, even bringing his face close for a closer look, but still couldn't find a single stain. He looked up at Gu Yuena, his eyes full of confusion.

Seeing this, Gu Yuena gave a coquettish laugh, her voice carrying a hint of pouting: "Yes, there is. It's just that you can't see it." Her tone was willful and unreasonable, yet it also had a unique charm and cuteness that made it impossible for anyone to truly be angry.

Faced with Gu Yuena's unreasonable behavior, Nan Fusheng sighed slightly and said helplessly, "Then how about you take off your socks and I'll wash them for you?"

"Alright." Gu Yuena's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes full of mockery. She said, "Then, please, Councilor Fusheng, give me a proper 'wash.' But I don't want to use plain water."

"Huh?" Nan Fusheng looked up in surprise. "If you don't use water, how are you going to wash?"

Gu Yuena's smile deepened, like a blooming rose, beautiful yet dangerous. She gently withdrew her jade-like foot from Nan Fusheng's hand, then slowly raised it, lightly touching Nan Fusheng's lips, and whispered, "I've heard that human saliva has antibacterial properties."

Upon hearing Gu Yuena's words and feeling the soft touch on his lips, Nan Fusheng's expression instantly became complicated. A hint of panic and resistance flashed in his eyes, and he leaned back slightly, quickly moving away from that white silk foot.

Then, Nan Fusheng straightened his back, looked at Gu Yuena with righteous indignation, and said firmly, "No, this is the only thing that is really unacceptable." His voice was filled with unquestionable determination, indicating his bottom line.

"Hmph, you've done similar things for Fors and Xu Xiaoyan, and now you're pretending to be innocent." Gu Yuena snorted inwardly, clearly remembering all the details of the past. Thinking about it now only added to her displeasure.

Then, Gu Yuena parted her lips slightly and said slowly, "In that case, I won't force Councilor Fusheng. However, it will probably be even more difficult for those commoner soul masters in Tianhai City to rise up."

Gu Yuena's tone carried a hint of regret, as if she was feeling sorry for the future of the commoner soul masters in Tianhai City. But in reality, she knew what kind of impact her words would have on Nan Fusheng. She was gradually forcing Nan Fusheng into the "trap" she had set.

"In other cities, people can buy ten-thousand-year-old souls much more easily, but it's not possible here in Tianhai City. They clearly had the opportunity, but it was rejected by their governor."

Gu Yuena continued speaking, her words full of hints and guidance, trying to move Nan Fusheng by mentioning the plight of commoner soul masters in Tianhai City and make him change his mind.

After speaking, Gu Yuena made a move to get up, her movements unhurried, as if waiting for something. Sure enough, before she could stand up completely, she felt a large hand tightly grab her calf. Turning around, she saw it was Nan Fusheng.

"Councilor Fusheng, what are you doing?" A hint of smugness flashed in Gu Yuena's eyes, but she still pretended to exclaim in surprise, feigning innocence.

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng stiffened, looking helplessly at Gu Yuena, and said in a gentle tone, "Gu Yue, can't we change the terms?"

"No way~" Gu Yuena blinked, looked at Nan Fusheng mischievously, and then whispered, "Councilor Fusheng, you don't want the people of Tianhai City to be without artificial ten-thousand-year soul spirits, do you?" She tilted her head slightly, a sly smile on her face, but her voice was full of pressure.

"Or rather, you don't want Fors to be suppressed in the Spirit Tower, do you?"

Gu Yuena's words seemed to possess a magical power, constantly echoing in Nan Fusheng's ears, bewitching his mind, and causing him to struggle between reason and emotion, principle and compromise.

In those long few seconds, time seemed to stand still. Nan Fusheng looked into Gu Yuena's resolute eyes and knew that he had no way out.

Finally, as if he had exhausted all his strength, his voice was hoarse and full of helplessness: "I...I understand." These words seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, each word filled with his inner struggle and compromise.

"Then hurry up and come on." Gu Yuena's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with a playful, cat-and-mouse-like light. She deliberately rubbed one foot gently against the other, the movement slow and seductive.

She slightly spread her toes, allowing Nan Fusheng to see more clearly her jade-like feet wrapped in white silk. Her pink toes were faintly visible against the white silk, exuding an indescribable allure.

"Fu Sheng~ Hurry up~"

Gu Yuena's voice was soft and sweet, like the gentlest breeze in spring, yet it carried a hint of allure, which entered Nan Fusheng's ears and made his heart beat faster.

At this moment, in Nan Fusheng's eyes, Gu Yuena's sweet smile was no longer the kind of friendliness she used to have, but rather a deadly trap.

In a daze, he seemed to see a pair of devil horns growing from Gu Yuena's head, baring their fangs and claws, dragging him into an endless abyss. His reason teetered on the brink of collapse in the face of this powerful temptation.

Gu Yuena seemed to think that wasn't enough. She smiled gently, and then leaned back gracefully, her posture languid and alluring. One of her jade-like feet slowly rose up, as if issuing a final summons to him.

Nan Fusheng's hands trembled involuntarily as he slowly reached out to cup that small, exquisite jade foot. When his fingers touched the delicate white silk, it was as if he had touched a blazing flame, sending a shiver down his spine.

His throat was dry, and he swallowed hard. Then, as if driven by some mysterious force, he slowly stuck out his tongue and licked it slightly.

Unexpectedly, the snow-white stockings did not leave his mouth full of hair from the licking, nor did they have any other smell. The thin layer of stockings covered his small feet, allowing him to do as he pleased, as if silently proclaiming Gu Yuena's victory.

(End of this chapter)