Fei Yang, Am I Beautiful?

That same day, a different story was unfolding elsewhere.

A team set out from Suotuo City, steadily advancing toward Heaven Dou City.

This team was sizable, with teachers and students totaling twenty to thirty people—it was the full original membership of Shrek Academy, along with the teachers and students of the Royal Fight Team.

This time, Shrek Academy was essentially packing up wholesale, planning to join the Royal Academy.

Earlier, in the Soul Arena competition, the Royal Fight Team had lost to the Shrek Team, and Tang San's performance had been especially dazzling—their five had fought seven, and they'd still won the match.

This had made the Royal Fight Team lose all face, and many of its members deeply resented the arrangement to merge the two academies.

But the teachers had already finalized the decision, so even if they had objections, there was little room to argue.

Everyone knew in their hearts that once they returned to Heaven Dou City, the Royal Fight Team would likely face disbandment and reorganization.

Dugu Yan was especially aggrieved—during the fight, her snake venom had been devoured by Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, and even her snake tail had been stabbed, humiliating her, proud as she was.

"Poison arts cannot be disgraced" was the creed of the Dugu clan, and this battle had soured her opinion of Tang San to the extreme.

She secretly plotted in her heart that once back in Heaven Dou City, she would tell her grandfather Dugu Bo about this and have him stand up for her.

If she had the chance, she also wanted her grandfather to act covertly and sabotage the merger of the two teams.

And so, the two teams, each harboring their own thoughts, set out on the road to the Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Whether due to Ye Feiyang's indirect influence or not, Tang San, who according to the original plot would have trained in Suotuo City for about half a year, only stayed a little over three months before deciding to move on.

Ever since Xiao Wu left, he had thrown all his energy into cultivation, and his progress was astonishingly fast.

The protagonist's halo was also working behind the scenes; after absorbing his third soul ring and the Eight Spider Lances, his soul power had now risen to level 35.

Yu Xiaogang was extremely satisfied with Tang San's current state, even secretly thinking to himself: if he'd known Xiao Wu leaving would give him such motivation to train, he should have found a way to separate them earlier.

Just as the team was halfway along the road, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.

The newcomer was travel-worn, dust still clinging to his clothes from the journey, clearly having traveled for days without much rest.

This was Dugu Bo, who had hurried from the Yin Yang Well, urgently searching for his granddaughter.

After leaving Falling Moon Forest, he had followed the main road without stopping, and his persistence paid off—he finally caught up with this team.

Dugu Bo landed directly in front of the convoy, firmly blocking its path.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking the road?" the lead driver shouted, unable to help himself.

He knew the people in the carriage were all important, so he deliberately raised his voice more than usual to sound more confident.

Dugu Bo couldn't be bothered with idle talk; he directly released the pressure of a Titled Douluo—the driver was instantly crushed to the ground by that immense force, unable even to lift his head.

At that moment, the people in the carriage finally realized they had run into someone not to be trifled with.

Dugu Yan lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out, spotting Dugu Bo ahead at once. A delighted smile broke across her face: "Grandfather! Why are you here?"

She rushed over in three quick steps, throwing herself into Dugu Bo's arms, whining with a tearful voice: "Wuwuwu~~ Grandfather, your granddaughter has been bullied..."

The smile that had just appeared on Dugu Bo's face vanished instantly, his tone turning stern: "Yan Yan, tell Grandfather quickly, who bullied you?"

Before Dugu Yan could speak, the people in the carriage had already come down one after another.

Qin Ming was the first to clasp his hands in salute, his tone respectful: "Lord Poison Douluo, why are you here? Have you come specifically to find your granddaughter?"

Then he introduced the Shrek Academy members to Dugu Bo.

Flender and the others quickly stepped forward to pay their respects: "So it's Lord Poison Douluo. We were rude just now; we hope you'll forgive us."

Dugu Bo had no interest in listening to their pleasantries; his gaze returned to Dugu Yan: "Yan Yan, just now you said someone bullied you?"

Dugu Yan lifted her head, pointing at Tang San, her voice laced with grievance and anger: "Grandfather, it's that Tang San! Not only did he humiliate me in public, but he also used poison to suppress our Dugu clan's inherited poison arts! Grandfather, you must stand up for me..."

At this moment, Dugu Yan was still that proud, willful young lady.

With Dugu Bo as her backing, she raised her chin, looking arrogantly at the Shrek Academy crowd, a smug expression on her face.

Hearing her accusation, Tang San's face instantly darkened, and his opinion of Dugu Yan dropped even further—someone with such character didn't deserve to be his teammate.

So what if she was a Titled Douluo's granddaughter?

He had already carefully observed Dugu Bo and noticed some clues from the other party.

Combined with the issues he saw in Dugu Yan, Tang San felt he had bargaining chips.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he met Dugu Bo's gaze calmly, his tone neither servile nor overbearing: "Lord Poison Douluo, we were in a fair match. Your granddaughter lost the competition and then played the victim first. As a Titled Douluo, would you really disregard right and wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang was also someone who dared to speak and act; he immediately stepped forward to back him up: "Lord Poison Douluo, the facts are indeed as my disciple said. I believe that as a senior, you will view this matter fairly..."

Dugu Bo listened, then let out a cold laugh—fairness? In his eyes, there was no such thing as "fairness."

Flender was sweating cold bullets from anxiety, cursing inwardly: Are these two crazy? Daring to talk about fairness with a Titled Douluo?

He quickly tugged at Yu Xiaogang's and Tang San's clothes, signaling them to stop talking before they provoked Dugu Bo further.

The ridiculous thing was, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San didn't understand Dugu Bo's nature at all—he never cared about "bullying the weak"; if someone bullied his granddaughter, he wouldn't let it go.

The reason Tang San showed no fear was that he held a trump card: he knew how to resolve the poison backlash problem plaguing both Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan.

He didn't believe the other party would refuse such a temptation.

Without a trace of fear, Tang San walked up to Dugu Bo and spoke slowly: "Senior Dugu, don't you want to know how to resolve the trouble of the poison backlash on your body..."

He had expected Dugu Bo to be greatly alarmed, but after waiting for a long time, he received no response at all.

When he looked at Dugu Bo again, he saw a cold, icy sneer on the other's face.

The next second, a crisp slap echoed through the scene—

"Slap!"

"This slap is to teach you respect for a Titled Douluo, and it's the price you pay for bullying my granddaughter..." Dugu Bo's voice carried a chill. "As for you saying you can solve our troubles? A brat with a yellow mouth dares to boast here? Besides, I don't need your help at all..."

Compared to a greenhorn like Tang San, Dugu Bo naturally trusted Ye Feiyang more—after all, the abilities Ye Feiyang had shown earlier were far beyond Tang San's reach.

Tang San was sent flying several meters by that slap, his face full of anger and resentment.

He had thought he was fearless, daring to say those words publicly, but he never expected Dugu Bo wouldn't buy it at all—now he had completely overplayed his hand!

He struggled to step forward and argue, but was firmly held back by Flender: "Xiao San, don't be impulsive! Do you want to make all of us provoke a Titled Douluo along with you?"

These words instantly snapped Tang San back to reality, forcing him to calm down.

He shot a dark glare at Dugu Bo, sneering inwardly: Since you don't appreciate it, just wait for the poison to backfire. One day, you'll come begging to me!

Dugu Bo was now focused on taking Dugu Yan to the Yin Yang Well, but he hadn't forgotten the matter Ye Feiyang had entrusted to him.

"Which one is Ye Lingling? Step forward..." He called out to the crowd.

Ye Lingling, who had been keeping her head down trying to minimize her presence, was suddenly called out and was completely baffled—had she done something wrong?

She nervously stepped out of the crowd and asked in a small voice: "Lord Poison Douluo, what orders do you have for me?"

Dugu Bo looked her up and down, his tone flat: "Someone wants to see you. You're coming with me."

Then he turned to Qin Ming: "You're the leading teacher of the Royal Fight Team?"

Qin Ming, who had been too intimidated by the Titled Douluo's pressure to speak, quickly nodded at the question: "Yes, yes! My lord!"

"Good. From today onward, my granddaughter Dugu Yan and this Ye Lingling are withdrawing from the Royal Fight Team." Dugu Bo announced in a tone that brooked no argument.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were both stunned, confusion written all over their faces: "???"

With that, without waiting for any response from Qin Ming, Dugu Bo directly lifted the two into the air and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Leaving the crowd behind, all exchanging bewildered glances, with no one knowing what this Poison Douluo was up to.

Yu Tianxin watched Dugu Yan being taken away without even a chance to say goodbye, his heart full of loss—he had liked Dugu Yan for a long time, and had thought that after the two academies merged, he'd have more chances to interact with her, but now she had just withdrawn from the team.

The group felt stifled but had no outlet for their frustration, so they could only reorganize the team and continue marching toward Heaven Dou City.

Yu Xiaogang's mood wasn't so bad—now that Dugu Yan, who had the most friction with Tang San, was gone, one more obstacle to the merger was removed. He even thought it was a good thing.

"Xiao San, when the old man loses his horse, who knows if it's a blessing? Don't dwell too much on temporary gains and losses." Yu Xiaogang patted Tang San on the shoulder, comforting him. "If you want revenge, you need to train harder and become stronger."

Though Tang San was burning with anger, he knew this wasn't the time to act rashly. He could only nod sullenly, silently marking this debt in his heart.

On the other side, Dugu Yan, who had been forcibly taken away, finally couldn't hold back and spoke up: "Grandfather, why did you help Lingling and me withdraw from the team?"

"It's fine if I quit, but how could you make decisions for Lingling without asking?" Her tone carried some dissatisfaction.

Dugu Bo shed his imposing demeanor, revealing a kind smile: "Yan Yan, don't rush. Your grandfather has his reasons for doing this."

"I've found you a good teacher. Once you meet him, you'll definitely like him."

He turned to look at the silent Ye Lingling, his tone flat as he asked: "Little Ye girl, you won't blame me for making a decision on your behalf without asking, will you?"

Ye Lingling didn't dare voice her true thoughts and could only reply softly: "No, I don't blame you, my lord..."

Dugu Bo laughed heartily at this: "Yan Yan, see? Little Ye has no objections, so stop complaining."

Dugu Yan rolled her eyes in frustration—when Grandfather asked like that, who would dare say they had a problem?

"Grandfather, you're too much. I'm not talking to you!" She turned her face away, pretending to be angry.

Dugu Bo let out a light sigh, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Ah, child, your grandfather has worn himself out worrying about you..."

Thinking about how he had given away his entire medicinal garden to Ye Feiyang, Dugu Bo felt a pang of heartache, but he still forced calm: "It's fine if you don't understand now. When you meet that person, you'll know to thank your grandfather."

Ye Lingling was like a poor little thing. She hadn't been involved in any conflict, yet she had been dragged into it. But she didn't dare say a word and could only silently follow Dugu Bo as they flew toward the Yin Yang Well.

Meanwhile, at the Yin Yang Well.

Ye Feiyang had settled his several disciples, letting them cultivate here in peace to strengthen their bodies.

He himself left with Xue Qinghe, finding a secluded spot of mountains and water. The two strolled through the woods, listening to the babbling stream, which had its own charm.

Xue Qinghe rarely had such a leisurely time and thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of being alone with Ye Feiyang.

She broke the silence first, asking softly: "Feiyang, is there something you want to tell me?"

Ye Feiyang raised an eyebrow at this, a sly smile appearing on his face: "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Don't you have something to say to me? And you want me to bring it up first?"

Xue Qinghe was taken aback, then remembered that before leaving, she had hinted at wanting to discuss something important.

She pondered for a moment, then finally made up her mind: "Feiyang, about what you said before—were you serious?"

"You mean about taking disciples?" Ye Feiyang cut straight to the point.

"Yes. I want to know if you were joking back then." Xue Qinghe's eyes were serious, fixed intently on Ye Feiyang.

Ye Feiyang dropped his smile, his tone turning grave as he replied: "Of course I was serious. And I told you before, I'd make you 'feel amazing,' and that wasn't a lie either."

"You've seen the changes in my disciples, haven't you? Their progress is plain for all to see."

Xue Qinghe had investigated Ye Feiyang before, and had incidentally looked into his disciples' situation—their rate of improvement was astonishingly fast. Even the newcomers, Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er, showed visible growth.

She took a deep breath, as if making a major decision. "Actually, I've thought about it for a long time. I've been torn over whether to be completely open with you."

"But I'm also a little worried—afraid that once you know the truth, you'll draw a line between us..."

"Some things, I had no choice in. I didn't mean to keep them from you. I value our friendship very much. You should be able to feel that, right?"

Ye Feiyang listened and gave a slight nod.

He knew Xue Qinghe was laying the groundwork for her confession, but he couldn't help feeling she was dragging it out a bit too much.

He looked at her with deep eyes, saying nothing, quietly waiting for what came next.

"You—promise me, after you know my secret, you won't distance yourself because of it, okay?" There was a faint, barely perceptible plea in Xue Qinghe's voice.

Ye Feiyang secretly laughed to himself. Her words carried a hint of girlish coyness.

He played along and nodded, then dropped a bombshell: "I promise. Even if you're the young master of Martial Soul Hall, I won't distance myself."

At those words, Xue Qinghe froze on the spot.

Her pupils contracted, her eyes filled with disbelief. Her voice trembled as she asked, "You—how, how do you know?"

Ye Feiyang looked at her with a half-smile, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "You what you? Dragging it out like a little girl, can't get to the point."

"How about I say it for you: Qian Renxue, young master of Martial Soul Hall, inheritor of the Angel God, Bibi Dong's biological daughter, and also my future sixth disciple..."

"What do you think? Did I get it right? Need me to add more?"

"Little Xue, stop spacing out. Hurry up and show your true form, so your teacher can see your real face?"

He kept a gentle smile throughout, trying not to make her feel strange or afraid.

But by now, Qian Renxue was completely stunned. Her beautiful eyes were wide open.

She never imagined that the secret she had agonized over whether to reveal was already an open book to him!

She raised a trembling finger, pointing at Ye Feiyang. "You—who exactly are you? How do you know these things?"

Ye Feiyang reached out and gently grasped her finger, his tone light. "I don't have any special identity. If I had to say, I'm the one about to become your teacher—will you accept that?"

"Little Xue'er, trust me. I'm not your enemy, and I won't sabotage your plans. And if you become my disciple, I'll treat you well." His voice softened, carrying a soothing note.

These words cut off Qian Renxue's urge to keep questioning, and even stirred a small flicker of emotion in her heart.

He had known her identity all along? And never once acted differently?

He said he'd treat her well—what kind of well?

The pills and Immortal Herbs he'd given so freely before—he really had been good to her. But was he so sure she would agree to be his disciple?

Qian Renxue's heart was in complete turmoil. She could no longer suppress her emotions the way she had for so long, enduring in silence. Just moments ago, she had mustered the courage to reveal her identity, but now it seemed utterly pointless.

If it had been anyone else who learned her secret, she would already be planning how to silence them permanently.

But facing Ye Feiyang, she felt a faint joy—no more masks, no more agonizing over whether to confess.

A flash of golden light suddenly enveloped Qian Renxue. When it faded, her form had changed, revealing a face of peerless beauty—she had chosen to revert to her female form, just as Ye Feiyang had hoped.

Moonlight spilled over her, outlining her graceful figure.

Ye Feiyang watched her quietly. A gentle breeze blew, stirring her skirt.

The spring wind seemed oblivious to human sentiment, lifting the hem of her dress to reveal a stretch of long, shapely leg.

Ye Feiyang instinctively stepped forward and pulled her skirt back down.

"Why are you pulling my skirt?" Qian Renxue saw his action, and a ridiculous thought crossed her mind: Was this guy trying to take off her skirt?

Ye Feiyang paused, then explained calmly, "I saw your skirt being blown up by the wind. I was just pressing it down for you."

"Don't you need that?" he said, deliberately lifting the hem again.

Qian Renxue suddenly felt a murderous impulse—just moments ago, she had been secretly pleased, thinking her beauty had enchanted this "old pervert" Ye Feiyang. But this man had the nerve to actually reach out and ruin the mood!

She slapped his hand away and took two steps back, her voice carrying a hint of anger. "You stay right there. Don't come near me!"

Ye Feiyang obediently stopped, but his gaze unabashedly swept over her from head to toe—the Qian Renxue before him was no "birdman" at all, but a stunning beauty...

Qian Renxue's figure was exceptionally tall, about 1.8 meters. Her waist-length golden hair fluttered in the wind, dazzlingly bright.

The Six-Winged Angel mark was clearly visible between her brows. Below it were a straight nose bridge and full lips, her features so exquisite they made one want to lean in and take a bite...

Beneath her long, fair neck, she wore a palace-style gown woven with golden threads. The hem fluttered in the breeze, occasionally revealing a glimpse of pale, slender legs, stirring the imagination.

There was no denying it—Qian Renxue's proportions were a perfect golden ratio. Even the way she walked carried an elegant rhythm, as if flowers bloomed beneath every step.

Now, she was slowly walking toward Ye Feiyang.

The two stood facing each other. Fortunately, Ye Feiyang was 1.85 meters tall, or he might have been overshadowed by the statuesque Qian Renxue.

Seeing Ye Feiyang appraise her so openly, his gaze even carrying a hint of fascination, Qian Renxue secretly smirked. A glint of mischief flashed in her eyes. "Feiyang, am I beautiful?"

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